Arold sat in the hall of the mayor's house, his head was above the half-burned roof, and when he looked up, he could see the blue sky, but everyone cleaned the hall, and placed a heavy cedar chair in the center of the hall, the floor was covered with a few thick and soft furs, and a few unburned woolen tapestries covered the charred walls, which seemed to have restored a little bit of the original appearance of the mayor's house. But the Slavs believed that only here was the most traditional, because successive Vismar lords had accepted the allegiance of the townspeople.

"I thought these heretics would not accept my rule." Arold looked at the long line of Slavs from the hall of the house to the street, they came to Arold one by one, bowed and kissed the ring on Arold's left hand to show their submission and allegiance, and Arold asked curiously to Melinda standing beside him, although Arold was very angry at Melinda's behavior of freeing the slave without permission, but he soon found that without this clever and clever slave girl, he could not know what the Slavs were talking about, So he had to call her back to his side.

"Your Excellency Earl, you are a ruler with a legitimate title, which has nothing to do with religious beliefs, let alone ~~~~." Melinda looked at the soldier standing in the corner of the hall with her eyes, and the words below were self-evident.

"So are they truly subject to my rule?" Arold smiled, he actually knew that his military conquest could not bring the Slavs to their knees at once, and it would be a very long work. But now all he needed was formal submission.

"It's hard to say that for ordinary Slavs, your rule is just a change of person to pay taxes. But your reign is too short, and if there is incitement by a person of repute, the Slavic people are likely to rise up against your rule. Melinda thought for a moment and said to Arrod that the length of time in rule affects people's mental inertia, and even if Mayor Jakesh does something to burn down the town, his family has ruled the area for too long, and it is difficult to say that there are no diehards among the citizens.

"Yes." Arold's brow furrowed, military conquest was not a problem for him. He only needs to bring some advanced experience in the military system from later generations. But as a territory that rules over a different culture, religion, and emotional conflict like the town of Wismar, it was no less than a test for Arrod, and what he needed to learn now was how to rule.

"Your Excellency Earl." Just as Arold was lost in thought, and mechanically stretched out his left hand for the Slavs to kiss. A man dressed in fur and looked like a wealthy citizen. A courteous smile on his face. Greeting Arold respectfully in Germanic language, as few Slavs knew Germanic language, which intrigued Arold a little.

"Who are you?" Arrod lifted his finger and pointed at the other man. Looking at each other curiously, the clothes on his body are not only well-made, but also very finely sewn with needles and corners, Arold has already learned to judge his class from the other party's clothing after coming to this era, if it is a coarse linen clothes worn by ordinary people, they are usually very poorly sewn with thread, after all, this work saves materials, and the nobility and wealthy class need craftsmen to carefully sew every needle and corner of the clothes.

"I am the leader of the merchants' guild in the town of Wisma, and my name is Heller." Heller, the leader of the merchants' guild, respectfully took off his hat and bowed to Arrod, his age and the wrinkles on his face should be in his forties, people in the Middle Ages aged relatively quickly.

"Oh, you've run out of allegiance, is there anything else?" Arold didn't see what Heller meant to leave, and asked curiously.

"That's right, our fur business acquisition this year is about to begin, but our caravan must pass through Mecklenburg Castle, the capital of Mecklenburg, because of the war, the chief of Mecklenburg Castle has denied us passage, so I hope the Earl can lower this year's taxes." Heller clutched his hat nervously, his hands almost crumpling his precious hat, he didn't want to make this request to the new conqueror at this moment, but as the head of the local chamber of commerce, it was his responsibility, and he was even ready to die before coming.

"It was my negligence, since I agreed to your petition in this way." Arold saw this as an opportunity to show favor to the local Slavs, and he immediately waved his hand in agreement with the petition of the head of Heller, collecting the least amount of town taxes, which would be a loss in economic terms, but would appease his new subjects.

"Thank you, merciful Earl." Heller bowed excitedly to Arold, his face turned from pale to rosy, and his eyes almost contained tears, even in the reign of the mayor of Jakesh, nothing so merciful had ever happened, and it seemed that the new ruler was very kind.

"Captain Heller, I will take Mecklenburg Castle as soon as possible, so that your business can be unhindered." Arold stood up from the heavy cedar chair, and he announced loudly to everyone, and everyone in the hall hurriedly lowered their heads, there were admirers, doubters, and bystanders of Arold's bold words, and the head of Heller shuddered involuntarily at the thought of those stone-throwing whirlwind cannons, and this kind-looking young ruler seemed to have a cold side.

After conquering the town of Visma, Arold received a large number of supplies and manpower, in order to get more soldiers, Arold had the captives in the Angry Lion Castle escorted to the town of Visma, and these prisoners used by the mayor of Jakesh against him were gathered in the town square, many Slavs gathered around the square, they did not know what Arold wanted to do, but just looked at the relatives who were squatting on the ground and pointed at by Arrod's soldiers with weapons.

"Here is what your chief is using against me, a soldier of the lawful count of Mecklenburgshire, who would have been a serious rebellion against a legitimate ruler, and everyone from the leader to the soldier should be hanged, and the corpses hung on both sides of the road for people to see, gradually rotting or devoured by crows under the scorching sun." Dressed in chain mail and a blouse, Arold carried the Sword Terminator at his waist, surrounded by his personal attendant Julian and Melinda as an interpreter, as well as the knights of the Order of St. Jom.

"Wow~~~~." The Slavs were in a commotion when they heard Melinda's translation, and many of the captured soldiers were their relatives and friends, and when they heard that Arold was going to hang them, they all crowded forward nervously, and the Swiss mercenaries hurriedly lined up into a wall and used their spears to resist the crowd.

"However, I have decided to be merciful to those who resist me, and you may bring your loved ones back, but as a punishment for every citizen of Vesmar Town must hand over one of his children as a pledge of loyalty, and rest assured that these children will be well cared for in the Angry Lion Castle." If the previous words made the citizens of Vesma Town commotion, the following words were like causing an explosion in the crowd, and the citizens of Vesma Town roared angrily and waved their fists to express their dissatisfaction, but Arold was unmoved, he nodded at Julian, only to see Julian draw his sword and raise the sound of neat steps in the street, Arrod's soldiers were fully armed and armed with weapons to surround the citizens of Vesma Town from the periphery, Gradually, the unarmed citizens calmed down.

"No captives can choose to join my army in exchange for their own freedom, but they must spit on this pillar before joining." In the middle of the square of the town of Visma stood a pillar of rock deities, which was a sacred object of the Lomwa cult to the gods, and Arold actually let the captives spit on their gods, and the captives who were taken away by their relatives could not help but secretly rejoice, at least they did not offend the gods. But the remaining captives looked at each other, but Arold didn't give them much time to think, and the first captive was escorted to the Divine Pillar.

"No, no." The captive trembled as he looked at the pillar in front of him, and the religious ideas he had been instilled in him from childhood made him very reverent of the pillar, and if he spurned it, he would have no place among the Slavs who practiced Romvaism.

"Grab it, kill it." Seeing that the captives were not spitting, and knowing that the other party would not give up his religion, he motioned to Julian, who stepped forward and pressed his sword against the back of the captive, and stabbed the sword into the captive's body with a forceful voice, and the captive's throat made a coughing sound, and he fell to the ground and convulsed, and the blood stained red in front of the sacred pillar of the former sacrifice, and perhaps the Slavs could remember the girl they had sacrificed as a sacrifice.

"Ah, I do, I do." The second Slavic captive looked at his companion in a pool of blood, his spirit was basically broken, he cried loudly like a child, and even those present could smell the smell of urine, and the second captive crawled up to the god pillar and spat violently, then lowered his head and wept bitterly.

"Very well, you became a soldier of the glorious Count of Mecklenburg." Julian happily thrust his sword into his scabbard, pulled the Slavic captive who had collapsed to the ground, and patted him on the shoulder and said loudly.

"Am I a cruel ruler?" Arold saw Melinda, who turned her face to the side and couldn't bear to look at this scene, and said to Melinda with a smile.

"It's your right, Lord Earl." Melinda took a deep breath, the smell of blood in the air, Arrod had a power of life and death over the town, and although she couldn't understand why Arold had reduced the taxes in Vismar Town, she had started to kill again, this contradictory behavior she couldn't understand.

"The so-called domination is not the occupation of land and wealth, but the conquest of people's hearts, look at these Slavs, for whom we are only outsiders, how can I rule with confidence, only by destroying the sacred gods in their hearts can they understand who is their true master." Arold does not seem to regret what he did, his killings were focused only on the captives, he did not even force the citizens of the town of Wismar to convert, and if it was the Teutonic Knights of later generations, he really forced the Prussians to convert with sword and fire. (To be continued......)