If Arold, who often played strategy games in his previous life, would definitely think that after conquering a territory, he could immediately start all kinds of construction, vigorously develop the economy and military strength, but when he conquered Mecklenburg County, he found that it was important to build a territory and farm, but what was more urgent was the oath ceremony of his own rule, which was a ceremony to announce to other middle and high nobles that he had joined them and was recognized by them, only in this way could his authority be recognized by other princes, In the ceremony of proclaiming himself Count of Mecklenburg, the number of emissaries of the princes determined the authority and influence of Arrod in the future, and this intangible thing was very important.

"Lord Earl, as the Duke of Mason, who supports you the most, you should send an envoy to report it." Julian suggested to him on Arro's left hand side, and they discussed this important matter in the council chamber of Mecklenburg Castle,

"Duke Mason? I don't think his support is very important. Arold put his elbow on the armrest, tilted his head and said disappreciatively, Duke Mason, that old fellow deceived himself with an empty title, if it weren't for his own strength as a traverser, he would really be ridiculed with the title of an empty earl, thinking of the sarcastic faces of those nobles in Mason Castle, Arold felt sick to his stomach.

"However, Duke Mason is your lord, and if you don't inform him, it will inevitably cause Duke Mason's wrath." Julian spread out his hands, leaned back in his chair, and said to Arrode.

"You are mistaken, my father and brother and I swore allegiance to the eldest son of Duke Mason. Not Duke Mason himself. Arrod raised his head, and he looked at the council chamber in front of him, where only himself, his personal attendant Julian, the silent knights of the Order of St. Jom, and the mercenary colonel John Berg, the current members of Arold's court were still a little thin.

"If we can obtain the protection of the Duke of Mason, then we will gain a lot of advantages in dealing with the Slavs, and our territory is only one county away from the territory of the Duke of Saxony's vassals, but you have defeated the army of the Duke of Saxony, and his vassals hate you to the core." Julian was now the chief counselor, an illegitimate son of half aristocratic blood. He is no stranger to the filthiness of the aristocracy's neighborhood. If a vassal of the Duke of Saxony falsified a title document, it could easily be used as an excuse to start a war, and Arold would have to fight alone without the protection of the vassal.

"Okay. Send someone to where the Duke of Mason is. And my father and brother, where are they? My father and brother were invited to the ceremony. "Although Arold took Mecklenburg County by force, his connections and prestige were still too immature, and he could not be blamed. Who knew that in addition to hereditary, there was such a young earl.

Armed with the Black Lion banner and the parchment letters written by Arrod, the messengers sent by Arold set out from the castle of Mecklenburg on the best horses and galloped towards the county of Mason, and kept announcing to the travelers along the way that the pagan county of Mecklenburg had been restored to the Christians, and that the glory and splendor of God had been preached in this wild land.

"Hey, did you hear that?"

"What is it?"

"A pagan-occupied county in the north returned to the hands of the Christians."

"What? Is it true? Wasn't the north occupied by the terrible Slavs? ”

"Yes, but a knight led his army and took the land from the Slavs."

"Oh, what a holy deed, this is the grace of God."

Rumors soon spread along the muddy paths of the Middle Ages to kingdoms, duchies, counties and baronies, as well as castles, towns and villages, from the court to the fields where the news and the victory of the young knights were discussed, and the Germans had been eager to have new lands, but the bloodthirsty Slavs had repeatedly thwarted their expansion in the Baltic, but at this moment a legend gave new hope to the people, and the growth of the population made the land in the villages generally not enough arable land, Perhaps moving to a new land of immigration is the only way to go.

"Did you hear that?" In Duke Mason's castle, hurried footsteps sounded in the corridor, and a man dressed as a gloomy monk pushed open the door, shouting as he entered, and the guards inside quickly stopped him.

"It's okay, what's wrong with Dean Robert?" Count Lauzitz sat on the bed, and the two maids brought him food and milk, and broke up the hard wheat bread and soaked it in the milk, and fed it to the noble earl, but Robert's intrusion broke the good mood of Count Lauzitz for breakfast.

"That damn little bastard, he took Mecklenburg County from the Slavs." Brother Robert walked up and down the Count's bed with a flushed face, waving his arms angrily, the monk's robe was not fitting on his body at all, he should be a warrior rather than a monk known for his silence and piety, the red birthmark on his face became more and more distorted.

"It can't be, where did you get the news." Count Lauzitz sneered, he took a thin linen handkerchief and wiped his lips, are the Slavs so easy to deal with? Not to mention the bloodthirstiness of the Slavs, even the Mecklenburg Castle, which is famous for its history and fortification, has already deterred many nobles.

"It's true, and the common people are talking in all the bazaars and towns."

"Ha, my friend, it's just the wild dreams of a bunch of untouchables." Count Lauzitz shook his head disapprovingly, but he soon heard the noise in the castle, so he stepped out of bed in his fringed pajamas, and through the window he saw a man dressed as a messenger, carrying a banner with a black lion coat of arms, entering the castle, and the commoners of the castle were gathered on both sides of the road.

"Rejoice, Christians, Christians, the valiant Count of Mecklenburg, the builder of the Angry Lion Castle, the ruler of the town of Wismar, and the owner of the Mecklenburg Castle." The messenger rode proudly, and he held his banner high and announced loudly to the crowd of civilians, and the people around him raised their hands and cheered enthusiastically, and they were overjoyed by the enthusiasm and triumph of religion, as if they had really seen the victory.

"Damn it." At this time, Count Lauz's face turned pale, and he did not expect that the lowly fellow had really done it. (To be continued......)