"Smack~~~." An empty wine cup struck the knight's body, and a little red wine left in the cup spilled on the knight's blouse, dyeing a piece of the blouse purple, but the knight straightened his body and did not move, even though his face was still wrapped in linen, and one of his exposed eyes was full of humiliation, and he felt extremely unbearable for his failure to complete the task of the hostess.

"Waste, my five elite knights of the Inner Mansion were actually beaten to pieces by a group of merchants, and I don't even know if the others are dead or alive." The countess slammed her fist against the wooden table, and although she had no evidence that the Count of Mecklenburg had instructed it, the cavalry that appeared on the border must have been the private soldiers of the nobles, otherwise the bandit regiment would have been able to afford a cavalry.

"Earl, my mistress, allow me to lead a team to Mecklenburg to seek justice." The one-eyed knight clenched his fists, although because the Countess of Woolsheveld was a strong ruler herself, but this time she did not intend to continue the investigation, the Count of Mecklenburg Arold had already sent a message of allegiance to the Duke of Mason, that is, he was already a vassal of the Duke of Mason, and the Countess of Woolsheveld, as a vassal of the Duke of Saxony, if the Duke of Saxony and the Duke of Mason had just signed a contract, the political risk would be huge.

"Nope." Countess Woolsheveld waved her hand to stop the Cyclops Knight's suggestion, her brow furrowed as if she was thinking about something.

"So that's it? It must be the man of the Count of Mecklenburg who dared to kidnap the people you were sheltering in your domain. If you let this happen, I am afraid that your authority will be undermined. ”

"Don't say it, I didn't say I wouldn't pursue it, but I can't send troops." The Countess of Woolsheveld said impatiently to the stupid and reckless knight, "Don't these men understand the priority of the matter?"

The same thing happened in other counties, but the other lords did not take this matter to heart compared to Countess Woolsheveld, they had many more important things to do, and Henry the Birdcatcher, after seeing Arold's victory, finally made up his mind to expand the territory of the empire, and there was no better way to pass on the territory of the empire than an emperor who expanded his territory. And Henry, after much thought, pointed his sword at the Slavic fortress Branny Bell. Under the orders of the royal family, the vassals of the entire empire began to mobilize militarily, including the Duke of Mason, who was so old that he ordered his son Sir Able to lead the Duchy's army into battle as commander.

"Herald, it's Duke Mason's banner~~~." Early in the morning of a midsummer day. While Arold was still asleep on the wooden bed covered with soft fur. On the road to the castle, the capital of Mecklenburg County. Three messengers with the banner of Duke Mason galloped forward, and the guards at the city gate saw that the messenger was carrying the banner of Duke Mason, and hurriedly lowered the drawbridge. The emissary did not stop and crossed the drawbridge into the castle.

"What's the matter?" Arold was woken up by a sound outside the window, and he got down from the wooden bed and picked up the sword that was placed at the head of the bed, when there was a knock on the bedroom door, and with the knock Julian walked in.

"An emissary from the court of Duke Mason." Julian reports to Arrod.

"Duke Mason?" Arrode's brow furrowed, his own earl declared that the ceremony was scheduled for the depths of winter, and at this time the Duke of Mason's messenger had arrived a little too early, and something else must have happened, and he thought as he put on his noble robe, which was trimmed with mink fur at the edges to highlight his noble status, and as he walked down the stairs of the tower, the messenger waited patiently in the hall.

"Venerable Lord Arrod." The messenger was wearing a green cloak, his clothes were ordinary linen shirts, but the color was half green and half yellow symmetrical, when the messenger saw Arold coming down the stairs, he hurriedly bowed to Arrod, but he did not add the title of earl in front of the title of Arrod, it seems that in the opinion of the messenger, Arold could not add the title of earl until the official ceremony was held and approved by the nobles.

"Hmm." The emissary's rudeness made Arrode's brow furrow, but he just walked up the steps and sat on his lord's chair, looking at the emissary of Duke Mason in front of him.

"Uh, my lordship, I brought news of Duke Mason." The envoy paused here, he secretly looked at Arrod who was sitting on the lord's chair without saying a word, dressed in a noble mink fur suit, and standing beside him was a personal attendant with a sword, at this time the important courtiers of Arold in the hall were also standing on both sides, but the empty hall was quiet and seemed to be able to hear the crawling sound of insects, and at this time, the invisible pressure made the envoy swallow his saliva unconsciously.

"What news does Lord Mason have for me?" Arold asked.

"Yes, my lord, the Duke has asked you to gather troops to prepare for the royal family's march to the fortress of the Slavs, Blanibel." The envoy hurriedly recounted the order of the Duke of Mason, and the Duke of Mason, at the instigation of the Count of Lautz, asked Arold for troops, and sent an envoy to Mecklenburg County without the knowledge of the Duke of Sir Ebel.

"I'm afraid the Duke is mistaken." Arold snorted coldly, thinking that Duke Mason still thought that he was the second son of the Wendell family, and he would come and go as soon as he called, and this time he was not ready to let the old duke be at the mercy of him anymore.

"What do you mean?" The messenger looked at Arrod in astonishment.

"Who am I?" Arold stood up from the lord's chair and walked down the steps to the messenger step by step, his momentum so awe-inspiring that the messenger lowered his head and took a few steps back.

"You, you are a vassal of Duke Mason and ruler of Mecklenburg County."

"The Lord Earl has not fulfilled his oath of allegiance to the Duke, and the Duke has not accepted the oath of the Lord Count to fulfill the duty of protection for his vassals, so now our monarch is still an independent, not a vassal of the Duke of Mason, so the Duke has no right to levy the Earl's army." At this time, Brother Elvet stepped forward and refuted the envoy by invoking feudal law.

"Well, yes, but Lord Arrod has sent a message to the dukes of the tribes that he wants to pledge his allegiance to the duke." The envoy's face changed greatly, and he took a few steps back in horror, could it be that this earl had deceived the duke, and if he did so, wouldn't he be killing himself.

"This is Lord Earl of Mecklenburgshire, and you should add a title." Julian shouted at the messenger.

"Yes, yes." The messenger's face turned red, and he looked at Julian's sword at his waist in fear, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the Slavic guards guarding the door with a long-handled axe, and the bright axe made him tremble from the heart.

"I'm going to pay allegiance to the Duke, but before I fulfill my oath, I ask you to go back and report this violation of the law, so I can't mobilize my own army." Arold waved his hand to the messenger, sent him back, and then sat back in his lord's chair, and said to the courtiers in the hall, "Duke Mason may have been instigated by Count Lauzitz, and this old duke may not have Alzheimer's." ”

"Ahem, Lord Earl, although the Duke's envoy has been dismissed, I am afraid that this move will cause the displeasure of Duke Mason, and he will most likely refuse your request for vassalization." Brother Elvet coughed softly, reminding Arrod.

"He probably thought I had to rely on vassals to survive, and if it weren't for Sir Abel's request, I wouldn't have been willing to deal with him at all, so what's going on in the settlement?" Arrod said disapprerovantly, if he has a strong military force and strength, a mere Duke of Mason can do anything about himself, let alone completely take advantage of himself.

"There are as many as 1,000 new Germanic immigrants, but less than 300 of them are young and middle-aged, and the rest are mostly women, children, children and the elderly." Brother Elvet replied after bowing to Arrod.

"Well, it doesn't matter, as long as someone is willing to immigrate here, these people can't help the development of our territory in the early stage, but we have to help them settle down, so that they can make Mecklenburg County their home from now on." Arrod knew that the development of the territory of the province was a long process, but Mecklenburg was a border territory and could attract only a limited number of immigrants, so perhaps he should think of a way, and his eyes were attracted by a frowning fellow among the courtiers.

"Who are you?"

"Oh, me, me?"

Suddenly, Arold pointed his finger at the young man in fancy clothes among the courtiers, and the courtiers got out of the way and the young man was still throwing his eyes at Harvey on the other side, and when the surroundings were empty, he realized that something was wrong with the atmosphere, Martin reached out and pushed the nasty guy out, and he almost stumbled to the ground, causing the surrounding courtiers to laugh.

"Oh, honorable, honorable, incomparably heroic, supreme, Lord Earl, and then an artist, an important guest invited by your men." Unmoved, the young man brushed his hand at the brown hair that hung down to his forehead, the long greasy hair that made him look like a thug.

"Name." Arrod frowned and asked impatiently, when did such a guy get mixed in among his courtiers.

"And then Webster." Webster crossed his feet, bent over, his left hand almost hanging to the ground, did a standard West Francian court etiquette, and his voice was as obscene as ever.

"Oh, what will you do?" Arold put his finger to his lips, the guy seemed to be well-informed and eloquent, and perhaps a man who could be used.

"There are a lot of people in the next meeting, and I am proficient in painting, writing, and puppet playmaking."

"It's forged documents and signatures, don't let this guy fool you, Lord Earl, we found a lot of forged documents in his room." The irascible Spaniard Martin loudly denounced him.

"Wow~~, a liar."

"Hang him."

"Criminals." (To be continued......)