Little Shaun picks up a piece carved in stone and places it in a square, Dylan. Matt smiled and picked up his king and put it in another position, easily dodging the opponent's attack, and at the same time eating the opponent's bishop with his own pawn, and the two smiled at each other.

"Eating a bishop with a pawn is impossible in reality." Shaun Jr. stood aside to face Dylan. Matt said.

"No, sometimes it's the little people who move the course of history." Dylan. Matt picked up a glass of wine from the stone table, and took a sip to moisten his throat.

"Although you have helped the Earl, your own situation is not good." Shaun Jr. reminded Dylan. Matt Road.

"You mean Brother Elvet, right?" Dylan. Matt said, glancing at little Sean.

"It is not a wise thing to offend Brother Elvet in this court." Little Sean hugged his arms, although he said this, but his tone was very relaxed.

"Why are the Assassins of the Assassin Guild afraid of Brother Elvet?" Dylan. Matt smiled slightly, picked up his knight and knocked the opposing king down.

"Shut up." Little Sean lowered his arm and looked nervously left and right, he didn't want his identity to be revealed.

"Although I don't know why the master put you by Arrod's side, it seems that he bet on Arrod: on him, I'm right." Dylan. Matt stood up after playing chess, and he hobbled his body.

"Brother Elvet won't let you go, you should hire some guards for yourself." Little Sean looked at Dylan, who was slowly leaving the gazebo. Matt, reminded him.

"Don't worry, Lord Earl won't let me die like this." Dylan. Matt said with his back to little Sean, and gradually his back gradually disappeared into the courtyard.

"Arrod's court is getting more and more interesting, but why hasn't the Master given me new instructions yet?" Little Sean stretched out his hand and swept all the pieces on the board. It was only after Shaun Jr. had been lurking in Mecklenburg for a long time that the mysterious Master Assassin sent an order.

Half a month later, Duke Abel of the Duchy of Mason learned that Arjod had reached a peace agreement with the Grand Chief of Pomerania, and the nobles in the Duchy of Mason could only pout at this, and some people thought that it was blasphemous to send a letter to the Holy See accusing Arold of reaching a peace agreement with the infidels, but those who knew the situation in Rome knew it. Now the old pope was overstretched to deal with the king of Italy, and he simply ignored a frontier territory like Mecklenburg.

"Mecklenburg has resisted the Pomeranian attack, well, my poor sister must have been greatly frightened this time, and I will order a gift to be prepared." Duke Abel stands in front of a mirror sent from Italy, the court tailor Duncan. Alfred was sizing a ruler on his arm and measuring his new clothes.

"It should be two copies of my Lord Duke." Duncan. Alfred reminded Duke Able.

"Two copies?" Duke Abel asked, surprised.

"Your sister, Her Royal Highness Princess Josie, has given birth to a male heir." Duncan. Alfred said to Duke Ebel.

"Really? So I'm an uncle. "Duke Abel had a look of joy on his face, and the extension of the family blood was most important in this era.

"What are you going to give?" Duncan. Alfred asked.

"I will order the craftsman to make a set of armor suitable for a child as a gift to congratulate my nephew on his birth." Duke Abel to Duncan. Alfred said.

"Great gift. The Count of Mecklenburg was stationed on the frontier near the wilderness, and the armor given to his heir was in keeping with the nobility's martial manners. "Duncan. Alfred agreed with Duke Able.

"There is one more thing, I want the Count of Mecklenburg to return his allegiance to me and become a vassal, do you think it is appropriate to bring it up at this time?" Duke Ebel's thinking jumped, and suddenly such a question made Duncan. Alfred was stunned, knowing that because the Duke of Abel did not protect Baron Wendell, Baron Daozhì died at the hands of the Count of Lauzitz, and Arold became independent from the Duchy of Mason in anger.

"I'm afraid it's hard." Duncan. Alfred had no choice but to answer truthfully.

"I didn't want the Count to join in order to expand the Duchy's lands. I'm really worried about my poor sister, if Arold is my vassal. This time troops could be sent to protect Mecklenburg, so that the nobles would have nothing to say. Duke Abel had a sullen look on his face and said to Duncan. Alfred said.

"What a merciful monarch you are." Duncan. Alfred hurriedly bent down and bowed, and said with admiration in his mouth, but in his heart he didn't care.

The Duke of Mason's gift was completed in a very short time by skilled craftsmen, and the emissaries of the Duchy of Mason took it on their journey to Mecklenburg. However, the foreign envoy who arrived first in Mecklenburg was not an envoy from the Duchy of Mason, but an envoy from the Count of Praun, a vassal of the Duke of Abel, who brought some gifts.

"Your Excellency Lord Count Mecklenburg, this is a gift entrusted to me by my master, Count Praun, a precious spice from the East." The emissary of the Count of Praun presented a gift to Arold in the hall of the lord. Wearing a noble turban, Arold sat on the throne and looked at the humble messenger at the foot of the steps.

"Thank you, Lord Count Praun, but why did you suddenly send me such a precious gift?" Arold asked curiously.

"My master said, on the one hand, to celebrate the birth of your heir, and on the other hand, to apologize." The messenger brought his fingers together and made a circle towards Arrod, then bowed with his left foot forward.

"Excuse me?" Arold asked.

"That's right, as a lord with an alliance with you, we were unable to provide any effective support when Mecklenburg was attacked by the Pomeranian heretics, much to the chagrin of Lord Prauen." The messenger said to Arrod.

"Oh, yes." Arold nodded, he had an alliance with the three vassals of the Duchy of Mason, promising to support each other in times of crisis, but at that time, it was to contain the power of Count Lauzitz, and after Count Lauzitz was killed by himself, the three vassals would inevitably have other thoughts, which Arold knew very well.

"Originally, the Count of Praun was going to personally lead the army to come to support. However, because his mother is seriously ill and unable to move, I hope that you will understand, Lord Earl. The messenger said apologetically to Arrod.

"Count Praun is a noble nobleman." Arrod couldn't help but stand up, even if it was an excuse from Count Praun, but it was not easy to remember and keep his promise.

"My master regards honor as a qiē." The messenger said proudly to Arold.

"Later I will send someone to return the gift to the Earl, and I hope you have a good time in Mecklenburg." Arold stepped down from his throne and came to the messenger and spoke to him.

"Thank you, Lord Count." The messenger of the Count of Praun hurriedly bowed and saluted.

Mason's three vassals, Weimar, Thuringia, and Plauen, originally had a covenant with Arrode. But this kind of covenant is actually not binding, it is completely based on the relationship and mood of the nobles, and it is not as good as the feudal king and the vassals, whether it is a convention or a legal constraint, so at the beginning, Arold did not expect the other party to keep his promise, but if he could get the support of even the Count of Praun, it would be a great plus for Arold.

"But what does Duke Mason mean by that?" After receiving and gifting the envoy of the Earl of Proudne, Arold finally welcomed the envoy of the Duke of Mason as his former lord and the elder brother of his wife. Arjod politely received the Mason envoy.

However, when the envoy conveyed the congratulations of the Duke of Abel, he immediately demanded that Arold renew his allegiance to the Duke of Abel and re-establish feudal relations between the two sides, which made Arold listen to it very harshly.

"The Duke wishes to be able to shelter the Germans of Mecklenburg, and the honorable Princess Josie, from such a dangerous thing as going to war again." Mason's messenger had clearly done his homework in advance, and his tone was soft, but his words revealed accusations against Arold.

"Mecklenburg has the ability to protect itself, and it doesn't need to be bothered by the Duke." Arrod replied with a blank face.

"This is for the sake of greetings Lord Earl, Lord Mason is now growing in prestige. It is a great honor to be a member of the Hermann family, and the Earl is invited to think twice. The Mason messenger continued.

"Alright. I have accepted the gift, and I will ask the messenger of the Duke to go and rest first. Arrod waved his hand impatiently, how could he hide under the wing of this duke who ignored the destruction of the Wendell family.

"Yes, Lord Count." Mason's emissary was not in a hurry, he stepped back and left the hall of the lords, and looked in the hall before retreating. Glance at the Plawn emissary standing among the courtiers on the left.

"Lord Count, since the death of Lord Count Lauz, the power of Lord Duke has become stronger and stronger, and it is said that Lord Duke himself may marry the sister of Lord Franconia." When the Earl of Praunn's messenger saw Mason's envoy leave, he stepped forward to remind Arrod.

"Oh? Duke Abel is marrying Duke Franconia? Arrod's brow furrowed, it was self-evident what Duke Abel wanted to do now. This is to force himself into the camp of the Duchy of Mason, so the power of the Duchy of Mason expands to the Baltic coast in one fell swoop.

"Actually, joining the Duchy of Mason is not necessarily a bad thing for us." Brother Elvet stepped out from his position as the head of the courtiers on the right, and he said to Arrod.

"Join the Duchy of Mason?" Arold tilted his head to look at Brother Elvert and asked in a questioning tone.

"Yes, Lord Count, don't forget that although this time we have made a peace agreement with the Pomeranians, sooner or later we will have a fight with these infidels, and the mighty Duchy of Mason will not be our backup at that time." Brother Elvet analyzed Arrod.

"Sounds reasonable, but this time we were attacked, and the Duke didn't come to our rescue?" Arold then asked.

"That's because we're not vassals of Duke Mason, and as a lord, I have to say that your weakness is obvious." Brother Elvet swallowed, he made a bold decision, and even he himself did not know what awaited him after saying it.

"Weakness?" Arold asked curiously.

"Yes, that is, your family really doesn't have much prestige, so you have very few friends, and when Mecklenburg was besieged by the infidels this time, it can be seen that you have almost no one to help you except your own direct army." Brother Elvet bowed his head, and silently prayed to God in his heart, that Arold would not storm and lock himself in the dungeon.

"Hmph, are you slandering the Wendell family?" Arold stood up, his voice echoing through the halls of the lords, and the courtiers bowed their heads.

"Absolutely not, my monarch." Brother Elvet quickly knelt down and explained to Arold.

"Okay, stand down." Arold looked at the kneeling Elvet monks, and then at the silent courtiers in the hall and said to them.

"Yes, Lord Count." The courtiers hurriedly left the hall, but Dylan. Matt was left behind by Arold.

"What do you think of Brother Elvet's Tiyì?" Arold looked at the hunchbacked courtier in front of him and asked him.

"Although I don't like the palace minister, it is undeniable that he is telling the truth, just like the poorest nobles often entertain their friends, you need help." Dylan. Matt said to Arold.

"I have my army and vassals, and my powerful brothers, aren't they my helpers?" Arold asked rhetorically.

"Yes, but they are your servants and family, and you need strong friends and more vassals who will help you rise to the pinnacle of power." Dylan. Matt advises Arrod.

"I have few friends, and the lords around me are dismissive of the Wendell family, and even when I was in the Duchy of Mason, my family was attacked, and the nobles had no one to help." Arold sat helplessly on the throne of the lord, he could build a powerful army to conquer the lands of the infidels and conquer the people of the infidels, but how to conquer the hearts of those stubborn nobles?

"If you want me to say Lord Earl, as an earl, you have done a very good job, maybe the time will come to raise your rank." Dylan. Matt smiled and said to Arold. (To be continued......) R1292