In the halls of Mecklenburg, the lord's kitchen had already prepared a lot of food, and after the victory of the war, people had to eat and drink to dispel their fears and psychological shadows, and when night fell, many candles were lit in the hall, and the heat of the candles on the chandeliers made people take off their coats, and the noise filled every corner of the hall, and the Mecklenburg warriors who participated in the battle enjoyed the food and mead, and they drank the wine with their best friends, and collided with their glasses, watching the amber mead spill on his chest, let out a hearty laugh.

"Cheers to the health of Lord Earl." The crowd raised their glasses and toasted Arrod, who was seated in the lord's seat, and Arold nodded modestly in return, he took off his chain mail and gauntlets, and did not need to be armed in his castle, he wore a gold hair ornament, a green robe made of woolen zuò, lined with fine wool, a silver cross necklace around his neck, and several precious rings on his right hand.

"What about Brother Elvet? Where's my Miya-sama? Arold looked around and found that the palace minister Elvete, who was supposed to be sitting on his right, was empty, so he asked curiously.

"Brother Elvet doesn't know what he's writing in his room?" Sir Ron replied to Arrod that the noise in the hall was so loud that Ron had to measure his body and say it loudly.

"Writing?" Arold was curious, and few people would miss the lively feast, at which time Brother Elvet was dressed in his gray monk's robe. With a rope around his waist, he walked over and sat down in his chair.

"It's so lively, my Earl." Brother Elvet looked at the warriors in the hall with a smile on his face, and said to Arrod.

"Let the lads relax, by the way, my court musicians, tell them to play music." At Arrod's orders, several court musicians entered, and they bowed to Arold in the crowd. Then sit in the corner and take out your own instrument. A flute, harp, and tambourine with two pipes, when they played them, only brought more noise to the chaotic feast. The nobles burst out laughing.

"It's a great win. My Lord Count. Brother Elvet said loudly.

"What were you just doing?" Arold clapped his hands. Beat the beat for the poor court musicians, and asked Brother Elvet with a smile.

"Me? Oh, I'm documenting what happened today in your territory port. The great victory against the invasion of the northerners wrote them into the history books of Mecklenburg. ”

"Mecklenburg history books? How I didn't know there was such a thing. Arold asked curiously.

"It's something I'm going to write, but most of the time it's the monks of St. Jom who help me write it, and you know it's always a busy time to be a minister." Brother Elvet said.

"Haha, I understand, this is very good, history can give us a better understanding of ourselves, if you can complete it, you must show it to me, I will reward you with a diocese, let you be a bishop." Arold said to Brother Elvet with a smile.

"Is this true? I'll do my best, Lord Earl. Brother Elvet stood up excitedly and saluted Arrod.

"Of course, of course, okay my palace minister, let me enjoy the banquet to the fullest." Arrod sat lazily in a wooden chair, and he felt that he should let the court ladies sew a thick cashmere cushion for himself, so that he could lean back comfortably in the high-backed chair.

"Lord Earl, I heard that you captured a northerner captive?" Brother Elvet heard the rumors of the castle's servants when he was returning from Arold's triumph, and asked curiously, full of curiosity about these pagan northerners.

"Yes, a Nordic woman." Arold held his chin with his right hand, he remembered that there were three kinds of people in Viking society: chieftain, freeman and slave, they obeyed the laws of the Vikings, even if the leader violated the interests of a free man, it was not allowed, but the slave did not have to worry at all, even if the slave was killed, he was not responsible at all, the slave was like a two-legged livestock, and in the Viking society, the slave could also become a free man, and a free man could also become a slave.

"Woman? You're saying that a Viking is a woman. Brother Elvet's mouth grew in surprise, and he involuntarily drew a cross on his chest, these evil heretics can kill even women.

"That's right, but don't worry I'm going to make her my slave and train her to be a good Christian." Arold grinned, he stretched out his left hand and picked up the wine glass on the wooden table, and drank the mead inside, there is not much information to refer to about the origin of the Vikings who invaded his territory, according to Arold knew from the information of later generations, the Vikings were actually divided into three tribes: Danes, Norwegians and Swedes, and Arold left Grace not only to think that this Nordic girl was good-looking, but also to get information.

"Woo, woo~~." Grace groaned from her mouth, she felt her head ache, she opened her mouth and licked her parched lips with her tongue, and soon a sweet liquid flowed into her mouth and into her throat and into her hungry stomach, which made her regain a little strength, and her long eyelashes shook a few times.

"You're awake?" A silvery bell sounded, the voice of a gentle woman, and spoke in a Slavic language.

"Where am I?" Grace opened her eyes and found herself lying on a soft wooden bed covered with hay and wool, and a beautiful woman holding a cup that seemed to contain what appeared to be a white liquid that was supposed to be milk.

"Give it to me." Grace didn't care about anything else, she reached out and snatched the cup from the woman's hand, some of the milk in it spilled, Grace held the cup and gulped down the sweet milk inside, the battle and the bloodshed caused her to lose a lot of water, so it was common sense for the Vikings to replenish nutrition as much as possible.

"There are many more, do you want bread?" The gentle Slavic woman handed her a piece of fluffy bread, and Grace felt hungry after drinking the milk, so she took the bread and ate it, looking around as she ate, which seemed to be a guest room, but the solid stone walls and the few pieces of furniture seemed to be a cell.

"Is she awake, Ms. Shirley?" At this moment the wooden door was pushed open, and a knight in chain mail walked in and asked the Slavic woman.

"Whew." Seeing the knight walking in, Grace grabbed the cup and raised it as if she were a weapon, and her action caused the knight to immediately draw the short sword at his waist.

"Lay down your arms knight, she's a patient." Shirley immediately said loudly to the knight.

"But Lady Shirley, she's a prisoner of Lord Earl, and she's bloodthirsty with these filthy northerners, and she'll hurt you." The knight's hand was still on the hilt of the sword, his eyes fixed on the tall Nordic woman, and he said to Shirley.

"She won't." Shirley said, then turned to Grace in Norse and asked, "You won't, after you've been treated by me." ”

"No, no, I swear in the name of God Odin that I will never harm a physician." Grace is amazed at how Shirley speaks their language, but vows not to hurt Shirley who cares for her.

"Okay then, I'm just outside the door, please call me if there's an accident." The knight put his dagger back into his scabbard, stepped out and brought the door with him, and he stood guard outside.

"Arrogant man, even if I don't use weapons, I can kill him in ten moves." Grace said disgruntled to Shirley.

"I believe you, I heard that although Arold won the battle this time, many people died." Shirley reached out and took the cup back from Grace's hand, then poured the fresh milk from the jug into it, and handed it to Grace.

"Arrod?" Grace drank milk and had a crush on Shirley, and she asked curiously.

"Don't you know whose territory you are attacking? This is the domain of Count Arrod of Mecklenburg, and he is the one who led the soldiers in battle against you. Shirley explained to Grace.

"It's that young man under the banner of the black lion, a coward who doesn't dare to go into battle on his own but hides behind the soldiers, I dare say that such a coward would never be allowed to be the leader among us Vikings." Grace, who had eaten and drunk, snorted softly, and she was very unconvinced by this inexplicable failure.

"You don't know anything about him, okay, let me see your face." Shirley looked at Grace who was snorting, language brought them closer to each other, it was normal for a priestess to be multilingual, she dipped her fingers in a stone bowl and smeared it evenly on Grace's cheek when she was hit by a shield, this ointment can eliminate bruising.

"I'm telling the truth, by the way, why don't you kill me, but heal me?" Grace asked curiously.

"This is the order of the Earl, oh, it is Arrod, he said to keep you alone, and from now on you are his slave." Shirley looked at the place where the ointment was applied, then wiped her hands with a linen cloth and said to Grace.

"What? Slave. Grace almost jumped up in surprise, but then sat down on the bed, at least her life was saved. (To be continued......)