Duke Mason roared loudly, he clenched his fist and slammed the hammer on the wooden table, but he was already old and frail, and the hammer on the wooden table only made a muffled sound, but this action had already revealed the anger in his heart, and the object of his anger was his son, Sir Ebel, the first heir.

"You're just going behind my back and promising your sister, my precious daughter, to an outburst?"

"Father, Lord Arrod is already an earl and will become your vassal, and I think this marriage will be more solid and beneficial to your rule." Sir Able's anger at the Duke was too great, and the Duchy of Mason appeared to be calm on the surface, and there was neither much development nor chaos under the Duke of Mason's rule, but as the power of the royal family continued to strengthen, the call to weaken the power of the local dukes was often talked about in the royal family, and the royal family was relying on the power of the Duke of Saxony to make a move.

"If that's the case, I might as well marry Josie into the royal family, you sucking boy, you are also worthy of talking about politics for me." Duke Mason blew his beard and glared at him, how much strength can an earl have, although the evaluation of young Arrod, Duke Mason has improved a lot, but what can an earl surrounded by heretics do.

"You won't." Sir Able was well aware of his father's choice, and the heir born by marrying his daughter into the royal family would have the title of Duke of Mason to claim the right, which was clearly creating a legal basis for the royal family to intervene in the ruling power of the Duchy, and the shrewd Duke Mason was just talking.

"Hmph, that earl is too young. His reign was shaky. Duke Mason snorted softly, calming his anger, knowing that his eldest son was right, but he was reluctant to think that his precious daughter would marry a country earl.

"Then let's get engaged first, so it's okay." Sir Able understood his father's thoughts, but the Duke of Mason's words were not unreasonable, Arold had just taken control of the county of Mecklenburg, and who knew how long this rule would last under the siege of the pagan Slavs. There are countless examples of such a century-old family being destroyed overnight. Not to mention a young childless count.

Sir Able's suggestion was finally agreed by the Duke of Mason, and the engagement was not a buffer period for marriage, during which the Duke of Mason could keep a close eye on the younger earl, and the engagement would make Arold more loyal to the Duke of Mason. It was a great idea for all.

"How? Did the father agree? "When Sir Abel walked out of Duke Mason's room. When I walked to the cloister with the pillars wrapped in green vines. was caught by the anxious Josie who had been waiting for a long time.

"Nope." Sir Able looked at his sister, who was eager to marry, and felt a pang of amusement in his heart, and he shook his head with a playful face.

"What? For what. Josie was stunned. She let go of the corners of Abel's coat and stamped her foot in exasperation.

"My father didn't agree to get married immediately, but he agreed to get engaged first, how satisfied is he?" Seeing his sister's angry and annoyed look, Able couldn't hold back his smile anymore, pinched Josie's face with his hand and said.

"Isn't that agreed? Brother, you're too bad. Josie slapped Abel on the shoulder in shame and annoyance, and Abel hurriedly dodged left and right, the two brothers and sisters played in the corridor without restraint, and the maids and attendants stood at the entrance of the cloister, watching the two handsome brothers and sisters in aristocratic costumes hiding and laughing among the pillars, and they were also infected with the joy and laughter of the two brothers and sisters.

The news of Arjord's conquest of Mecklenburg County spread like a wind throughout the continent of Europa, but some courts only listened to it as an anecdote because of the distance, while others analyzed it as a national strategic intelligence because of their interests. In the royal court of the Duchy of Saxony, the courtiers gathered in front of the throne of the Holy Roman Emperor, and they also received the news that a young knight had conquered the territory of the Slavs, which made the courtiers feel very excited, and on the throne was Henry, known as the bird catcher, who wore a golden crown that symbolized royal power, which was folded and glittered in the sun, the crown is said to have been passed down from Charlemagne, and a small cross on the crown is inlaid with pearls, and the center of the crown is engraved with a mysterious Latin word, which means "the king is fearless" , and Henry's body wears a three-tiered robe, lined with white tassels, in the middle is the woolen robe often worn by the Germanic nobles, and the outermost layer is a Roman-style green robe, which is a bit of a mix, but for the Germanic nobles this is a symbol of nobility.

"The news that one of your subjects, the master of all the Romans, Caesar of the Holy Roman Empire, and our most noble majesty, has captured a county of the pagan Slavs, has been verified to be true." Henry's chief spy stepped forward and reported to him.

"So, those Slavs really failed?" Henry stroked the beard on his chin, his brow furrowed, his face like a knife cut with an axe, and his turquoise eyes revealed a burning will to fight.

"Is it really a knight named Arold who defeated the Slavs?" Sitting to the left of Henry was his heir, Prince Otto, who wore a flat hat with white feathers, a delicate face, his eyes constantly turning, a black woolen cardigan and green trousers, and the tips of his shoes dragged long, which were made by court tailors according to the popular style of the French court, and as a young man, Otto loved novelty.

"Yes, Your Highness." The spy leader hurriedly bowed to Prince Otto and said.

"I know that he can do it." Prince Otto clapped his hands and smiled, he had been paying attention to this young knight who could defeat the Duke of Saxony, he didn't expect him to be able to do something that his father couldn't do, and Prince Otto felt as if he had won the battle.

"Otto, be quiet." Caesar Henry of the Holy Roman Empire picked up the scepter he had placed beside him, paused to the ground and said to his son.

"Ping-pong, ping-pong~~~." The sturdy scepter paused on the marble floor, and the sound echoed through the hall, and the courtiers stood in solemnity.

"I'm sorry Father, I'm just too excited." Prince Otto hurriedly apologized to his father.

"Squeak~~~, Ping." At this moment, the door of the hall suddenly opened, and the Duke of Saxony, with snow-white hair, strode in, and the guard with a halberd opened the door and closed the door again, and when he saw the Duke walk in, a smile appeared on Henry's face.

"Your Majesty, I'm late." The Duke of Saxony stepped forward, knelt down on one knee and saluted Henry before standing up, in fact, as Henry's most relied on vassal, he did not have to do this at all, but the Duke of Saxony believed that in order to establish the prestige of the royal family, he had to start with himself.

"Duke, I heard from Otto that you fought against that knight named Arrod, what kind of person is he, strong, heroic, or prestigious, or has a strong family support?" Henry asked the Duke of Saxony in confusion, he frowned and put his finger on his lips, in order to expand the territory of the empire, or more accurately to expand the land of the royal family, Henry had fought several battles with the Slavs, but the Slavs fought bravely under the leadership of the Great Chief of Mecklenburg actually made Henry fail to achieve anything, forcing Henry to suspend the idea of developing to the east, that is, at that time, the six major vassal dukes under his command took advantage of the situation to force him to agree to the so-called imperial election bill, Appointing the six dukes as electors, Henry had to relinquish the title of Duke of Saxony in order to balance power, and let his uncle become duke and become the seventh elector.

"This, how to say, can only be said to be a small slippery head." The Duke of Saxony scratched the back of his head with his hand, and the old duke felt that he had lost inexplicably whenever he remembered that battle, as if God had suddenly stood on his side, and some strange things emerged one after another, making a nobleman with rich war experience like the old duke speechless, and the Count of Berengaar's account made him feel even less like he was fighting a knight.

"Little Slippery, you mean you've been defeated by a street thug?" Henry was even more puzzled, the Duke of Saxony and his vassals were all battle-hardened nobles, how could they be defeated by a gangster?

"Zhiduoxing, people call him Zhiduoxing, right?" Prince Otto suddenly shouted loudly from his seat, and this time Henry did not stop his son, who was sometimes more interested in war and politics than he was.

"That's right, some little tricks, endless little tricks." The Duke of Saxony nodded, agreeing with Prince Otto's statement.

"Oh, so in that case, can you win the Slavs with a little trick? Or rather, the Great Chief of Mecklenburg fell ill, and the struggle for power among his sons led to the weakening of the country. At this time, the chief of the palace spies stood up and reported to Henry.

"You mean that the Slavs are already weakened, weak like a broken house, and they can fall down with just a slight kick on the door?" Henry was very satisfied with the words of the spy leader, after all, who would have thought that he could defeat the fierce Slavs with a small slippery trick, and the weakness of the Slavs may be an opportunity, but he did not think of and grasped it before.

"My father thought that the Slavs could defeat anyone who was already weak, but I knew that it was Arrod's own strength." When the Council was over, Prince Otto sat in the empty hall and said this to the Duke of Saxony.

"His Royal Highness the Prince has a very high regard for this Arrod." The Duke of Saxony was amused and laughed at Prince Otto's judgment based on his own personal likes and dislikes, whether it was because Arold was also a young man, so His Royal Highness developed a heroic worship. (To be continued......)