Arold drew a pattern of an arm on the parchment, but this arm has no palm, when he saw the design drawing drawn by Arold, Master Newman immediately thought of Arold's brother Eve, they also heard about the loss of his right hand, the two blacksmiths had the intention of making an iron arm for Eves as a gift, and even prepared to use the materials to make it, but when they saw the design drawing drawn by Arold, it was completely unexpected to them, Because what is the use of an iron prosthetic leg without a palm, so their brows are furrowed and they want to speak.

"Well, what's wrong?" Seeing their expressions, Arold asked a little strangely.

"In fact, we're also planning to build a prosthetic hand for Ive-sama." Master Newman answered Arold's question.

"However, we have not reached an agreement on the shape of the palm, and there is no palm in your design drawing, so we have encountered a problem." After carefully looking at Arrod's design drawings, Orn said thoughtfully, how to design and create a good palm has always been a problem for the forgers, under normal circumstances, they will create a palm that is exactly like the real thing, but in this case, they can't use the sword, and can only use the iron hand as a blocking weapon.

"Well, I don't draw because I'm going to build a few tools that can be attached to the arm with a card slot when used." Arold explained to the two blacksmiths, both of whom had been immersed in the manufacturing industry all their lives, and they understood what he meant just by listening to Arold's explanation.

"You mean to separate your arms from your palms?" Master Newman said in surprise that the Europa forgers at this time were trying to imitate human limbs in making prosthetic limbs.

"That's a good idea." Orn, who was younger and not limited to his own experience, put his hand behind his head and scratched it in agreement.

"Yes. Tools to craft several swords, axes, and hammers, and attach them depending on the time of battle. Arold fumbled the golden beard on his chin with his right hand and said to the two master blacksmiths.

"We understand, we will do as you tell us, my lordship." The two master smiths understood Arrod's wishes, and they promised him that they would complete the creation of this remarkable weapon.

"Yes. I know I can trust you. Seeing that the two blacksmiths agreed, Arrud left his blueprints for the two masters to add, believing that with the help of the two blacksmiths, they would definitely create an item that would satisfy him.

But at this moment, the knights and priests who had come all the way from Rome set foot on the land of Mecklenburg, and the priest rode on a donkey to look at this strange territory, and the cold wind blew from the north, so that the priest, who was accustomed to the warm and humid climate of southern Italy, unconsciously wrapped his clothes tightly, and he exhaled a white breath. Stretching out his finger and drawing a cross towards the void, it was like blessing the land.

"This is Mecklenburg, Lord Paul." The knight squad jumped off his horse, holding the reins of his horse, his armor still shiny, and he still wiped it even on long journeys, but his smock and cloak could not be washed and looked shabby.

"Well, let's go and meet the worldly ruler of this land, Lord Count Mecklenburg." Father Paul clenched the rosary in his other hand. His gaze was always somber and melancholy, and his face was as unshakable as a rock as a sculpture. The two legs under his wide robe kicked the donkey under his crotch, and the donkey trembled and walked forward.

"There's a border post ahead, so let's go there and rest, Lord Paul." The knight class said to the priest from Rome.

"No, I can't wait to do my duty, nothing is more important than the Lord's cause." Father Paul's gloomy eyes burst with enthusiasm to spread the Gospel to this wild land. The glory of a priest, he felt as if he were a warrior, certainly a warrior of the only king in heaven, a demonic heresy waiting for him to wield a fiery sword, countless lambs waiting for his redemption.

"Ming. I see. The knight class looked at the fanatical priest in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh that he had really gone to Rome on the right place, and when he thought of this, he immediately turned over and led Father Paul to Mecklenburg.

Arold returned to Mecklenburg from the smelting base, and before he could sit down quietly to eat something, he heard the squire outside report that the knight class of the Brothers of St. John had arrived, which made Arold feel very strange, why did Brother St. John stay quietly in their parish, why would he suddenly send a knight here?

"Ask him to come in." Sitting on his lord's chair, a plate of smoked fish and a piece of bread lay on the wooden table in front of him, and he took a knife and cut the bread into two slices, adding the sliced smoked fish to it as a sandwich, and holding a glass full of mead at hand.

"Dengden~~~." The knightly class of the Friars of St. John came in with Paul, dressed in a priest's robe, and he came to Arjord's front and bowed respectfully to him.

"Oh Sir Ben, sit down with your friends, you must not have eaten yet, Harlan asked the lord's kitchen to prepare two servings." Arrod said to the attendants beside him.

"Thank you, Lord Count." To be honest, after exhaustion, the knight class really didn't sit down to eat, he hurriedly thanked Arold and said, leading Father Paul to sit down in the seat next to him, Father Paul has been silent and just glanced at Arold a few times, this strange behavior made Arold feel curious, but he still smiled and entertained the two guests, and it is one of the responsibilities of the nobles to entertain the dusty guests.

"Is this your friend?" Arrod asked curiously as he picked up his glass.

"Well, I'm sorry Count, but I haven't introduced you yet, this is Father Paul from Rome, and he is the Bishop of Mecklenburg appointed by the Holy Father to us." The knight hurriedly swallowed the bread in his mouth, but almost choked him, but fortunately the maid handed him a glass of wine, and drank the wine in the glass before the bread went down, and after a little breath, he told Arold Paul's identity.

"What? Bishop, how I don't know. Arod's eyes widened in surprise when he heard Ben's words, and he looked at the man in a simple priest's robe who was sitting quietly beside him, but he didn't expect that the other party was so big, it was an appointed bishop from the Holy See.

"Your Excellency the Count, this is my letter of appointment, signed by the Cardinal of the Holy See." Father Paul took out a copy of the document from his bosom and handed it to him with the cardinal's signature, and Arold took the parchment and opened it, and saw that it was indeed the signature of the cardinal of Rome, as well as the seal of the two keys crossed by Pope Alexander, the most authoritative person in the whole of Europa.

"But I, Mecklenburg, would appoint bishops on my own, so why would the Holy See suddenly intervene?" Although the text is completely true, Arold does not want to suddenly have a papal person in his court, and the East Francian royal family is fighting openly and secretly with Rome on the issue of bishopric appointment, and Arold, whose soul comes from the East in later generations, is not at all interested in theocratic rule.

"It was we who applied to the Holy See." At this time, the knight class pressed his right hand on his left chest, bowed respectfully to Arrod, and said.

"What? You guys. Arold looked at the knights' class, could it be that the St. Jom Friars intervened in this matter, which made Arrod very angry in his heart, these bastards bald men actually interfered in the affairs of their own court.

"That's right, this decision was made by the elders of our Council of Elders in order to share the task of conquering the heretics for Lord Earl." The knight class didn't notice Arrod's anger at all, he looked elated, and his eyes looked at Arold sincerely as if he was still expecting Arrod's approval, and he almost choked back his internal injuries.

"Good, good." Arrod almost knocked out his teeth and swallowed it in his stomach, he clenched the appointment in his hand, and only felt that this was a hot yam. (To be continued......)