Dylan. Matt said what Arrod was thinking, and the reason why the Duke of Abel was able to ask Arold to take allegiance again was only because Arold was of a lower class than the Duke of Ebel, and perhaps it was time to raise his rank and become a duke who could have a voice in the East Francian Kingdom.

"You mean to claim a new duke's title?" Arrold vs. Dylan. Matt said.

"Yes." Dylan. Matt nodded affirmatively, no one cares about a country earl, but no one can ignore a duke.

"Does the title of Duke give you prestige and reverence?" Arold asked with some curiosity, although he knew that the Europa people were very superstitious about titles and bloodlines, but he still asked instinctively.

"Of course, a noble title and a gesture that you consider great is enough to make people revere you, even if you are a king." Dylan. Matt smiled and said to Arold.

"Huh." Dylan. Matt's ridicule of the bloodline made Arold agree, and he sat back on his throne thinking about how to establish his principality, which Arold had to ask Dylan again. Matt.

"Lord Earl, if you want to establish a duchy according to the law, first of all, the Isle of Sealand will not work, because two-thirds of its land is still in the hands of the Danes, and you cannot claim the title of Duke only with the Isle of Sealand." Dylan. Matt analyzed to Arrold.

"Oh, damn it, I'm not going to fight the Danes right now." Arold scratched his head helplessly, but he quickly thought of another title when he looked up at the hunchbacked Dylan. When Matt looked at each other, it was clear that Dylan. Matt thought about it too.

"You're right, the closest thing to the goal is the land of the Great Emirate of Mecklenburg, you can claim the title of Duke of Mecklenburg, but there is still a problem."

"What's the problem?"

"Because Weller is in the hands of Madame Marty, and Watergast is in the hands of Billis, you own only two-quarters of the whole land."

"Well, do you have to hold all the land in your hands?"

"That's not it, at least three-quarters of the land of the Great Emirate of Mecklenburg should be occupied."

"Ha, then I understand, this matter is easy to do." Arold said confidently that Ms. Marty Arold would not attack her, after all, this was his own few strong allies, and Biliss was just a pawn in his hands.

"It turns out that you have already planned it, Lord Earl." Dylan. Matt looked at the smile on Arrod's face, he knew that Arold would definitely attack Bilis, this already puppet-like lord, his life seemed to be over.

"Once I have Watergast County in my hands, how do I claim the title of Duke of Mecklenburg?" Arold didn't have to deal with Dylan. Matt explains what he has the right not to explain to his courtiers as a monarch.

"Rest assured, once Watergast becomes part of your domain, I'll do the rest." Dylan. Matt said to Arold.

"Good." Arold will be Dylan. Matt was included in his court, originally just because of his quick mind, but now it seems that he really used the right person.

Arold in with Dylan. Immediately after the secret conversation, Matt wrote a letter and sent a fast horse to Watergast, where the Teutonic Knights were stationed at this time, and the flag bearer of the Order was none other than the new Count Lausitz, who was also Arold's brother, Lord Yves.

"Lord Flag Bearer, the commander of the regiment has sent a messenger from Mecklenburg." Sitting on the top of the tower, Yves rested his legs on the battlements of the tower, holding a glass of wine in his left hand.

The breeze swept over the top of the tower, and Yves looked out over the moors and forests outside the castle, and he drank wine while soaking up the terrible night at Fort Lida, and although his brother had killed his enemies to avenge his family, the anger in Yves's heart did not disappear, and at this moment a Teutonic knight climbed to the top of the tower and reported to Yves.

"Arrod? What's wrong? Yves turned his head curiously and asked, he already knew that Arold had defeated the Pomeranians, and that the envoy from Mecklenburg had visited Watergast not long ago, but why had he sent another envoy now?

"Lord Count Lauzitz, I have brought a message from Lord Count." At this time, the messenger of Mecklenburg climbed to the top of the tower and said to Yves.

"Say it." Yves didn't take it seriously, and after defeating the Pomeranians, it can be said that Arold has no enemies at the moment, so Yves doesn't care.

"This message from the Earl can only be said alone." The messenger dutifully said to Count Yve.

"Oh? Go down. Yves raised his finger and told the Teutonic knight to leave the top of the tower, and only Ive and the messenger were left on the top of the tower.

"The message from Lord Count is this, kill Lord Biliss of Watergast." The messenger truthfully stated Arrod's message to Eve, which Arold spoke to the messenger alone and in great secrecy.

"Kill Bilis, well, understood." Yves listened and put his legs down, he touched his chin with his hand, the slag of his beard made a rustling sound, Yves was not stupid He quickly understood what Arrod meant, but why was he so anxious?

"What are you going to do?" The emissary from Mecklenburg asked.

"How about pushing him off the tower?" Yves stood up and moved his muscles and said to the messenger of Mecklenburg.

"No, the Slavs know that Bilis is no longer able to move, it's all too obvious." The messenger of Mecklenburg shook his head, Arold's order was clear, and that was to kill Bilis, but not to make the Slavs suspicious.

"Well, the peaches have ripened lately, and the peasants have piled up many peaches all over the storehouse, and perhaps the esteemed Lord Biliss will want to eat them." Yves thought for a moment and said to the messenger from Mecklenburg.

"Well, that's right, although the peaches are very delicious, if you accidentally swallow the peach hu, you will probably choke to death." The envoy from Mecklenburg added to Yve's words with a smile on his face.

"Yes, choking to death is a common thing, it is God's will." Yves nodded yes.

As night fell, Lord Bilis sat in his hall eating dinner with the help of his maid, his mouth trembling open and the soup flowed to his chest, who could have expected that Bilis, who had ruled as a hero, would end up in such a situation, just then the corridor sounded the sound of boots on the ground. R1152