Arrod, Duke of Mecklenburg. Wendell sat on the throne of the lord wearing the duke's crown, and the local nobles and squires from the Duchy of Mecklenburg came to Arrod one by one, kissed the ring on Arrod's right hand to show their allegiance, and then walked aside after paying allegiance to Arrod, and kissed Princess Josie's skirt again.

"Look, the Wendell family finally has a prominent duke." Brother Elvet looked contentedly at Arold and Princess Josie sitting on the throne, which he had brought about.

"Good plan, Lord Palace." In the crowd in line, Dylan. Matt leaned over to Brother Elvet and said.

"Hmph." Looking at this dead hunchback Brother Elvet didn't have a good face, but his heart was still a little empty, because it was originally according to Arold and Dylan. Matt's script, it should be Dylan. Matt raised this suggestion, and of course the credit for supporting it would also go to Justice Dylan. Matt's head.

"Brother Elvet, please come here." Arold raised his head to find Brother Elvet in the crowd, and he held out his right hand and beckoned to Brother Elvet.

"Yes, the Honorable Duke." Brother Elvet hurriedly trotted in front of Arold, who leaned down with a smile on his face and whispered in Brother Elvet's ear.

"There is a piece of land in Rostock, I am going to build a monastery, and I will appoint you abbot of this monastery." Arold said to Brother Elvet.

"Thank you, Lord Duke." Brother Elvet bowed contentedly, knowing that Arold had rewarded him for his support, and that a monastery would bring him at least five hundred silver a year, and that if the land around the monastery was leased to tenant farmers, the income would be even greater.

"Yes." Arold looked at Brother Elvet in front of him with satisfaction, but he didn't show a look of joy. Instead, he said to Brother Elvet with a little dissatisfaction, "Although I understand that the palace minister is eager to make meritorious deeds, it is extremely impolite to use the attendants around me. ”

"Duke, Lord Duke, this is a misunderstanding." Brother Elvet was embarrassed to hear this, and he was about to explain it to Arrod. But the people behind urged him to leave the front row.

"Lord Gongxiang, no, my friend was whipped for revealing the Duke's secret, and he was kicked out of the ranks of his attendants." As Brother Elvet walked aside, his servant from behind the pillars of the hall appeared and spoke to him.

"Ah, it doesn't matter, I won't treat anyone who works for me badly, you tell him that he will get a job with me from now on." Brother Elvet straightened his robes, his palace pendant clanging crisply. For the sake of profit, which courtier would not go to the servants at the duke's side to inquire for news.

"I thank you on behalf of my friend." Brother Elvet's servant hurriedly thanked his master.

"The rats are already in the hole." Harvey took Arold's hand and pressed her rosy lips to the cold ring, her lips moved slightly and said to Arold, the voice was so small that only the two of them could hear.

"The other rat has to find a way to get in, too." Arold nodded and said to Harvey.

It turned out that this qiē was nothing more than Arrod's method of planting spies around Brother Elvet, and the squire who poured wine was nothing more than a spy in the Brotherhood of Blood Drops, who used guò bitter meat tricks to infiltrate Brother Elvet's side.

"I will." Harvey stood up, and she stepped to the other side.

"Pedal Pedal ~~~." At night, the sound of musicians playing in the hall of the lords resounded. The aristocrats sat around the wooden table and ate and drank heartily, and the banquet was held for three consecutive days. And Justice Dylan. Matt, however, seemed to dislike the excitement as he left the banquet hall and headed for his bedroom.

"Why did you leave with such an abundance of food and a lively feast?" Sean was waiting for him at the end of the dimly lit hallway, seemingly aware of Dylan. Matt will hit here after general.

"I don't want to ruin everyone's interest because of myself." Dylan. Matt said as he hobbled.

"No, a deformed Rigoletto will be the protagonist of the banquet." Sean said with a sneer.

"Hah, then I don't want to stay there anymore."

"Brother Elvet robbed you of your credit, aren't you angry?" Sean vs. Dylan. Matt continued. You must know that at the beginning, Arold was the same as Dylan. Matt discussed that he should offer support, but he did not expect that Brother Elvet would take the lead and receive a monastery as a reward.

"Do you really think that our honorable Duke would have a hunchback to declare his title?" Dylan. Matt reached for the key on his belt, but the keyhole was a bit high, and he had to stand on tiptoe to reach it.

"You're already a judge of the Duchy. There should be servants who serve themselves. Sean couldn't look at the iron key that had snatched him, inserted it into the keyhole and turned it open.

"Soon, I'll have my own servant, believe me." Dylan. A mysterious smile appeared on Matt's face, and sure enough, as soon as his words landed, footsteps sounded on the other end of the hallway, and Sean quickly ducked into the shadows around the corner.

"Dylan. Lord Matt, as honorable principality judges, we have been assigned to serve you. Three servants came and saw Dylan standing at the bedroom door. Matt hurriedly bowed to the Principality's Chief Justice.

"Okay, that's exactly what I need." Dylan. Matt didn't ask any questions, he blinked and nodded in agreement.

"Hmm." The three servants looked at each other, they didn't expect it to be so simple Dylan. Matt agreed.

Arold claimed the title of Duke of Mecklenburg in Mecklenburg, and his current title includes the titles of Mecklenburg, Rostock, Watergast, and Sealand, and the title of Duke of Mecklenburg, so to speak, Arold had a large amount of land in his hands, which he divided into many small pieces and gave them to the meritorious soldiers and officers of the Mecklenburg Legion.

"Osvid, my friend." Little Pine stretched out his arms and hugged his victorious friend, and they met in the open space of the main tower of Mecklenburg, and little Pine was Dylan. One of Matt's clerks was in charge of errands for the Domain's Circuit Court, while Ausvid served in the Mecklenburg Legion.

"Little Pyne, you've gained weight, and it looks like the food in Mecklenburg is good." Osveld thumped his fist against little Pyne's chest and said loudly.

"Oh, it hurts, you damn fellow, I heard that you have received the merit of a first-class lord, and you own a house and servants of your own." Little Pine said enviously to Osvid, but Osvid's face was a little embarrassed.

"It's because I'm a nobleman, and some of my brothers have earned more credit for killing enemies than I have, but only a little land and cottages."

"Of course the nobles will be given preferential treatment, and all the nations will act in this way, and the Duke has already treated the civilian warriors very favorably." Little Pyne knew what Osvid was talking about, although the military merit system tried to give everyone the opportunity to make meritorious service as fairly as possible, but it was limited by the hierarchy of Christian society, and it was still divided into two meritorious service mechanisms: nobles and commoners.

"Well, many of the brothers who knew that they were going to get a piece of land that they could leave to their children wept bitterly when they shed only blood and not tears on the battlefield, haha." Osvid said with pride and pride that the military merit system greatly boosted the morale of the Mecklenburg Legion, knowing that in the army of the feudal lords, the soldiers only had obligations and no rights, and such an army was of course demoralized.

"Alright, let's go to the tavern in town and have a good drink, and let's talk and talk." Little Pyne was overjoyed with his friend's accomplishments, and he said to Osvid.

"That's it, hey, stupid thing, come over here and help me get my backpack." Osveld nodded happily in agreement, and at the same time he waved to a Slav who was leading his horse, and the Slav quickly ran over to take Osvid's backpack and other miscellaneous items.

"This is the servant assigned to you?" Little Pine looked at the submissive Slav and said curiously to Osvid.

"Yes, most of these servants are Slavs captured from the battlefield, and they are clumsy fellows." Osvid stretched out his foot and kicked the servant in the ass, and the Slavic servant hurriedly ran up and walked ahead of them.

The town of Mecklenburg was in ruins, but thankfully the taverns in the town were not caught in the fire, so it became a gathering place for all the gentlemen at nightfall, drinking cheap beer and enjoying the commoners' own feasts, which was arguably more relaxing than the banquets of the nobles.

"Squeak." Osvid and little Pyne pushed open the tavern door and walked in, no one cared about them joining them, except for the big-ass waitress, who twisted her waist and glared at them with a large glass of ale in both hands.

"Whew, it's so hot." Osvid took off his cloak and hung it on a nail in the doorway, and they found a seat in the corner, and soon a waitress came up and held the table with her hands.

"What do you two adults want?" When the waitress leaned down, she could see two plump half-balls in her open chest, and Osvid only felt a hot urge in his crotch, knowing that life in the army could make the soldiers go into heat when they saw the sows.

"How much should I pay if I want you?" Osvid licked his lips, the medieval tavern had the function of a red-light district, where men could drink and have fun downstairs, and upstairs there were ready-made guest rooms, where the waitress in the tavern could soothe the men's body and mind, and of course, drain your wallet. (To be continued......) R1292