With the creaking sound of the snow, a knight with a pointed shield rode across the path, wearing a shirt filled with silk and wool, a small chain mail armor inside the shirt, a green cloak behind him, and a semi-enclosed helmet with a canine muzzle, the knight looked alertly into the dense forest beside the path, and he did not turn back until he thought it was safe.

"Honorable Earl, the front is safe." Behind the knights is a carriage procession, the carriage is painted with the family coat of arms of the Earl of Altmark, the Count of Altmark poked his head out of the carriage, nodded at the knights, the carriage procession moved forward again, there were four Altmark knights in front of the carriage to guide, and five Altmark knights in the rear, it can be said that it was well protected, behind the carriage and the knights were more than thirty servants and retinues, they followed the rear of the convoy on foot, responsible for holding the daily necessities of the Count of Altmark, and a gift to Arold.

When the group entered the border between Mecklenburg and Altmark, Brother Elvet, a courtier from Arold's court, was patiently waiting by the border post, and several Mecklenburg soldiers stood beside him, one of whom held a flag with a black lion coat of arms with a carbine, which represented the ruler of Mecklenburg County as represented by Brother Elvet.

"Here they are." At this time, the sentry above the watchtower saw a team carrying the heraldic banner of the Count Altmark family appear, and immediately shouted to Brother Elvet below.

"Great. The first guest finally arrived. Brother Elvet shook his cloak, and although he was standing in the snow, he didn't feel too cold because of the stove around him, which was designed by Arold, and the exterior was made of clay, and charcoal was placed inside, so that the people next to him could feel warm when placed in the snow.

"Lord Earl Altmark, supreme ruler of Altmark County, wild boar killer, beloved by his subjects, and devotee of the most devout Madonna, has arrived." The knight of the Count of Altmark rode on horseback. Holding the Count's banner, he ran and shouted loudly. Brother Elvet hurriedly stepped forward.

"The supreme ruler of Mecklenburg, the possessor of ancient Roman knowledge, the conqueror of the pagan Slavs, the son of a knightly family. His Excellency the Count of Mecklenburg is waiting here. "Brother Elvet reported the title of Arrod to the Earl of Altmark in accordance with courtesy. Count Altmark nodded to Brother Elvet from the carriage in his fur. He wears a golden crown ring on his head, which is the earl's ring, indicating his status and status.

"What a prestigious title." Count Altmark said thoughtfully to Brother Elvet. The northern territory was too cold, and he wrapped his fur in white air, but it still couldn't stop the cold snap from northern Europe.

"Where, there is no Earl Altmark, your family has a long history and a glorious tradition, please allow me to present to you the respect of Lord Earl Arrold." Brother Elvet bent down as he spoke, asking the soldier to take out a stove and place it in Count Altmark's carriage, and Count Altmark felt a warmth under his feet, and his face was flushed with a hint of redness.

"Hehe, Lord Arrod is worthy of Zhiduoxing, this thing is really easy to use." Count Altmark was praised for his pampering preference for a leisurely life, and not all nobles were militants.

Brother Elvet watched the Count's convoy pass the path in front of the watchtower, and several javelinmen immediately took up the duty of guarding around the convoy, and once he entered Mecklenbethshire, the responsibility for the personal safety of Earl Altmark was entirely assumed by Arold, and within three days from this day many distinguished guests would enter Mecklenburgshire, many of whom were of high status.

Led by the Javelinmen, Count Altmark's convoy soon reached the foot of Mecklenburg Castle, and the Count felt that his carriage had lost its bumps in the past, and he poked his head out curiously to see a solid white cobblestone road crushed under the wooden wheels of the carriage.

"It's a nice pavement." Count Altmark muttered to himself with satisfaction, and along both sides of the road he saw neat rows of houses and buildings, and among them a large construction site under construction, with a tall and strange cross-shaped boom tower, with stones and planks suspended at one end and sandbags at the other, which were turned by several workers to bring the building materials into the site.

"What a clever tool." Count Altmark looked at the crane in amazement, although he was not good at warfare, but he considered himself the most proficient lord in developing his territory, and his territory contained the only mill in the entire Duchy of Bavaria that was turned by animal power, which was built by engineers he had invited from Rome, so he was very interested in mechanical things.

In constant amazement, Count Altmark and his party entered Mecklenburg Castle, where the four corners of the castle's gatehouse, the top of the arrow tower, and the gate of the main tower were decorated with Arold's black lion flags, and small flags were planted at the doorways of the houses on both sides of the castle street, and people joyfully delivered the items needed for the ceremony to the castle's lord's kitchen and warehouse.

"Lord Count Altmark has come to the ceremony." When Count Altmark came down from the carriage parked in front of the gate of the tower, the little attendant in a square robe standing on the stone steps of the gate pushed open the door and stood at the doorway and announced loudly to the hall of the lords.

"Welcome, Lord Altmark." Dressed in a black woolen mink gold-threaded blouse and a green tight-fitting jumpsuit with long toes, Arold found them cumbersome and a nuisance, but the court tailors sent by the Duke of Mason insisted that Arold use the current fashion.

"Ah, congratulations, Lord Arrod, for becoming an earl at such a young age, and the noble class has been injected with fresh blood." Count Altmark chuckled and straightened his fur robes. Said to Arrod.

The two of them walked into the hall of the lord, but the hall of the stone building was not cold at all, and Count Altmark looked around, and saw that there was no such thing as a campfire fireplace, so he was even more strange, and he couldn't help but express his doubts to Arold.

"Quite simply, next door to the hall is my lord's kitchen, and at the baking stove I have made some copper pipes for my blacksmith door, which are attached to the chimney, and you see the barrels in the wooden frame on the side of the hall? Right. It's these things that channel the heat into the hall. You know that my territory is very cold in winter, and if it weren't for the need for a lot of copper pipes, I'd like to channel them to the rooms upstairs so that our guests don't have to endure the terrible weather. Arrod said with a little regret. Although what he said was very light. But even the brass pipe was brought down the hall with a lot of effort.

"It's a brilliant design." Count Altmark was dumbfounded. He didn't expect that the heat could be channeled like water to other places, and Europa's territory was very cold in winter, except for a few southern provinces, and even the nobles could only snuggle up by the fireplace. All they had built their bedrooms smaller, so that they could make the most of the heat of the fireplace, but leaving their warm bedrooms had to put on heavy fur clothing, and it was only at this point that Count Altmark found that his body had become hot, and he loosened his collar.

"Please go upstairs and take a break, there will be a dinner in the hall later, I hope you are satisfied." Arold asked the servants to lead the reluctant Earl Altmark out of the hall and into the rooms on the tower, while the retinue of the Earl of Altmark were placed in the servants' rooms in the castle, where Mecklenburg Castle had a long history and had been expanded by generations of lords, so there was plenty of room for them.

Just after the Earl of Altmark and his party had settled down, many guests who had been invited by Arjod entered Mecklenburgshire, including Arold's father, Baron Wendell and his son Yve, who had gone directly to Mecklenburgshire from the battlefield, while Lady Eva and Josephine had set out from the Duchy of Mason, and Baron Wendell and Yves had waited at the border for a long time before joining Lady Eva before entering Mecklenburgshire.

"I can't help but feel thrilled at the thought that this is my son's territory." Mrs. Eva looked at the dense forests and plains on the other side of the border, and trembled with excitement, such a large province was actually the property of her youngest son, her husband's Fort Lida and Arold Mecklenburgshire, she felt that this sudden good fortune had made her a little unprepared, and the Wendell family seemed to have handed in good luck.

"Yes, such a large territory, I thought I would not be able to restore the Wendell family to glory in my lifetime, but my sons did." Baron Wendell also said with mixed feelings.

"I don't have any feats to boast of." Yves heard Baron Wendell's words, his face became a little unnatural, as the eldest son, he was heroic and heroic, and he was Baron Wendell's most hopeful son, but he didn't expect that it was his younger brother who did it first to the point that he couldn't reach, although he may have realized this a long time ago, but he was a little uncomfortable looking at everything in front of him.

"Yve, you are not bad, His Royal Highness Prince Otto appreciates your battles on the battlefield." Baron Wendell knew that he couldn't fight his eldest son too much, after all, it was his eldest son who inherited his surname and territory.

"That's also for Arold's sake." Yves snorted softly in his nose, and when Gibran carried the whirlwind cannon to the battlefield and smashed the Slavs on the walls of the fortress Blanibel, whenever anyone in the army saw him, he would whisper behind his back that it was the brother of Count Arrod, and Yve, with his fatigue and the blood of the enemy, could only throw down his sword in anger.

"Have faith in yourself, you will definitely be able to build your own merits, and Ifu, who is jealous of my brother, is not a good husband in my mind." At this moment, a pair of soft hands took Yve's hand, and Josephine put the horse side by side with Ive, who she comforted with her soft tone.

"Uh-huh." Looking at the beautiful fiancée beside him, Yifu's heart felt a lot better, and the corners of his mouth showed a smile and looked at himself affectionately at Josephine.

"Look, it seems that Arjod has sent someone to meet us." At this time, Mrs. Eva saw a procession coming towards them on the border, and the cavalry in front of the procession carried a black lion banner, hunting and fluttering in the wind, and this team had more than a hundred people, and the cavalry guarding them numbered thirty or forty, and the mighty procession was patiently waiting for the Wendell family.

"Dear Lord Wendell, I am Brother Elvert, the court minister of Lord Count Mecklenburg, and I am here to welcome you and your family." Brother Elvet stooped down and said to Baron Wendell and Lady Eva that a painted carriage had been brought over by several servants, and several of the little attendants had come up to Wendell's family and tried to help them down.

"Oh no, I'm a knight and I don't want to sit in a carriage." Yves shook his head and refused.

"I'd like to give it a try, this carriage looks so beautiful." Josephine giggled and jumped off her horse, and she sat down with Madame Eva in the carriage, which was filled with woollen and woollen compartments, and sat comfortably in it, and in and out there were paintings of sheep, trees, shepherd boys, and angels, and a beautiful carriage which was available only to distinguished guests.

"I'll ride a horse too." Baron Wendell, in order not to embarrass his eldest son, also faced the cold wind on his horse, and Brother Elvet smiled slightly, and several strong javelin cavalry roared past the ranks, and they heroically acted as the lead of the team.

The team of more than 100 people marched towards the direction of the castle, along the way for the members of the Wendell family can be described as meticulous care, the attendants holding the wine jug and the stove, when needed as long as a gesture will be handed forward immediately, this feeling of countless people to serve makes the faces of Baron Wendell and Mrs. Eva can't help but show joy, and even Mrs. Eva can't help but cry with joy, who would have thought that a dilapidated low-level aristocratic family can also have such a day, At this moment, the servant immediately handed Lady Eva an embroidered handkerchief, and the members of the Wendell family set foot on Arold's territory. (To be continued......)