Webster was in his new house, admiring the mural on the wall, showing a hunter on horseback, with several slender black hounds by his side, the painting was not finished, and a handsome young blonde painter wearing a small leather hat sat on a wooden frame, holding a paintbrush and a palette in his hands and carefully composing the picture.

"Here, and here, more fill is needed." Webster looked at the young painter, his side like a marble carving, and he couldn't help but be fascinated, so he stepped forward to hold the painter's shoulder and said in his ear.

"Yes, my lord." The young painter was embarrassed, but Webster was one of the courtiers of the Duke of Mecklenburg, making it impossible for him to resist harassment.

"The muscles in your shoulders are strong, and this is the result of hard work!" Webster smiled and looked at the painter with a rosy red face, and became even more proud, just as he was about to put his hands on and down, footsteps sounded behind him, and Webster had to stop moving.

"Your Excellency, the Duke has summoned you to the court." Webster's servant reported to him.

"Understood, I'll go right away." Webster gave up, turned to the servant, and said.

Princess Josie sat in front of the dresser, the maid gently combed her hair with a wooden comb, Princess Josie's hand was a hand mirror from the southern city-state, the mirror handle part was cast in bronze, engraved with stories from Greek mythology, although Catholicism dominated the faith, but the ancient Romans' worship of Greek civilization can still be inadvertently remained.

"Her Royal Highness seems to like this hand mirror." The maid said with a smile.

"Actually, this kind of thing, I have seen it in the court of Mason, it is not a very precious thing, but lately I have always remembered what happened when I was a child, and on my tenth birthday, my father gave me a mirror like this. It was only later lost. Princess Josie looked at the hand mirror and sighed.

"Oh, I see." The maid nodded and said no more, just concentrated on taking care of Princess Josie, as the princess's maid, she knew that this hand mirror was one of the gifts given by the nobles of Mason when he visited the princess.

"Ping-pong-ping-pong." At this time. There was a knock at the door, and Arold strode in, it was a habitual act, and as a duke he had no place in his castle that he could not go.

"Have you heard?" Arold stood behind Princess Josie and said to the princess with a frown, and although he tried to suppress his anger, he couldn't help but raise his voice.

"What did you hear?" Princess Josie turned around, looked at Arold in surprise and said, the maid hurriedly bowed to the two of them. Cautiously retreated.

"Baron Lance of Mason, messenger sent." Arold bit his lip, his eyes fixed on Princess Josie, the confession he received from the Mason nobles in the dungeon made him feel extremely angry, and Princess Josie was actually involved in the plan, and a certain belief broke in Arrod's heart.

"Oh, this thing. I know. "Princess Josie didn't realize that there was anything wrong, but she was a nobleman from her homeland. I came to visit the sister of a former monarch.

"You know? Do you know why you didn't tell me that you wouldn't put on your black dress and weep next to my corpse until their swords cut my throat? Arrod didn't expect Princess Josie to admit it, and anger rushed to his head, and all kinds of emotions echoed violently like a blender.

"You. What are you talking about? Princess Josie's face turned pale, and she stood up to face Arrod, with beautiful eyes and long eyelashes blinking, but eyes that were as lovely as jewels in Arrod's eyes. At this point, it becomes particularly disgusting.

"What price did the Mason nobles pay to get you to agree to this plan to kill your husband?" Arjord's eyes swept over Princess Josie's dressing cabinet, which he had ordered the craftsmen to make, and the items on it were familiar to him, but a beautiful hand mirror fell right in his eyes.

"Arod, listen to me, that's just some of my childhood friends, they are just, just ~~~." Princess Josie stepped forward and stretched out her slender arms to appease Arrod's anger, but when Arrold saw the mirror, she had already remembered one of the gifts in the confession of the nobleman Mason.

"Ahh~~." Arold was completely angry, he was able to calm down militarily and politically, but he could not restrain his family feelings, at this time, Xue Zheng's soul affected Arold's way of thinking, and the strong family concept unique to the Oriental made him unable to forgive his wife's betrayal in this matter.

Arold pushed Princess Josie's hand away, took two steps forward and grabbed the hand mirror on the dresser, and took it in his hand and looked at it twice, full of disgust and hatred. Princess Josie looked at Arold in shock, she looked at Arold who was in a rage, as if she knew him for the first time, this Arrod, who always rescued everything like a savior, calmly handled complicated affairs, and always treated her gently and considerately, was like a demon in hell at this time.

"Bang dang~~." Arrode raised the hand mirror high and slammed it to the ground, the hand mirror was destroyed in an instant, the mirror part became fragments and huge cracks, the handle part was distorted, and the original artwork suddenly became a pile of scrap metal.

"Don't." Princess Josie fell to her knees, her skirt spread on the ground like a withered flower, her face was covered with tears, and the grievances in her heart were like a flood that burst the embankment.

"Recently, you were forbidden to go out and receive other people, I connived at you too much, and now I want to enforce my husband's rights." Arold looked at Princess Josie's pitiful appearance, and suddenly regretted his impulsiveness, but it had happened, and he really couldn't recover his anger, so he stamped his feet out of the bedroom, and ordered the guards and maids.

"Woo woo ~ ~." Princess Josie was crying from the bedroom behind her, and the servants in the corridor were terrified, not knowing what had happened to the Duke and Duchess, who had been close to each other.

Arold walked into the chamber angrily, and the courtier Webster was waiting for him respectfully and patiently, this former fallen artist was now in a high position, Webster knew very well the source of his power, so he served Arold more wholeheartedly.

"Lord Duke." Webster bent over exaggeratedly, his fingers waving as he walked about court etiquette, but Arold didn't care, and sat down on the lord's chair.

"Webster, you sharp-toothed fellow, I have a task for you." Arold looked at Webster in front of him, this terrible artist changed the Germanic robe to look like the avant-garde clothes of later generations, if it was any other time, Arold might have praised it, but now he is really not in the mood.

"At your command, Lord Duke." Webster hurriedly bowed again and said.

"I want you to organize some people with storytelling and acting talents to form a propaganda agency to help me with some tasks." Arold tried to turn his mind to government affairs, as a person whose soul comes from the afterlife, he knows very well the importance of word of mouth and image, at this time the propaganda and discourse of Europa is in the hands of the church, and the nobles either do not care, or do not have the ability and conception, but Arold can never give up this position, because he has a lot to do.

"Isn't that just spreading rumors that overlap with Lord Harvey's Brotherhood of Blood Drops?" Webster asked curiously, to be honest, as a guy who was greedy for life and afraid of death, he didn't want to offend a woman like Harvey.

"It's different, Harvey is mainly about intelligence gathering and some things in the shadows, and you have to do a lot more glamorous than her!" Arold smiled at Webster and said in a seductive tone.

"Oh?" Webster couldn't help but prick up his ears, as if what Arrold said was exactly what he expected.

"In addition to publicity, all major festivals and banquets in Mecklenburg will also be planned by artists like you." Arold leaned back in his chair, he knew that Webster was already in the urn, and this kind of thing that could get benefits and show up was definitely something that people like Webster liked.

"Then, then, I'm honored to take on this task." Webster's face couldn't help but smile, but he suddenly thought of a question, so he said to Arrod, "Lord Duke, what is the name of this institution?" ”

"Since it is the propaganda department of Mecklenburg, it will be referred to as the propaganda department of Mecklenburg~." Arold raised his finger and said with a wicked taste.

"That's a good name, but how do I do that?" Webster complimented with a shy face, but he also knew that he couldn't figure out how this thing worked, so he immediately asked.

"It's very simple, you have to collect those wandering artists, bards, puppet troupes, painters, etc., all of them are the objects of your snare, and if there is any policy in the Mecklenburg court on weekdays, let these people go through the streets and alleys to promote in the form of art, of course, the wider the influence, the better." Arold said to Webers, of course, these are some brainwashing methods that later generations are familiar with, but they are too lethal in this era.

"And then?"

"To the hostile forces and the nobility, you have to have people make up all kinds of stories and bards to discredit his reputation and reputation, and to blacken his ancestors as antichrists." Arold said.

"Oh God!" Webster only thought about it for a moment, and then gasped, this kind of organized cultural infiltration is really terrible.

"Of course, this is a long-term strategy, step by step. You recruit people first, and then how much it will cost, quote me an amount. Arold said.

"Yes, Lord Duke." Webster said with a convincing bow.

"This matter should be kept secret, at least until I announce it, everything should be done in secret." Arrold told Webster.

"Yes, yes." Webster retreated contentedly, and Arold stood up at this point.

"The soft side has fallen, and now it's time to focus on the hard side." Arold strode out of the chamber, already with attendants waiting outside.

"Where are you going, Lord Duke?" The squire asked curiously.

"Prepare your horses and go to the headquarters of the Teutonic Knights." Arold said to the squire. (To be continued......)