The royal envoy received the whirlwind cannon presented to him by Arold, and it can be said that the task entrusted to him by Prince Otto was successfully completed, and according to custom, Arold would prepare a banquet for the nobleman from the royal family as a guest from afar. At night, the castle of Mecklenburg was particularly quiet, the soldiers guarding the post patrolled the city walls with torches, and there was almost no sound except for the sound of the wind and the occasional cough, and the stronghold of the Germanic settlers outside the castle, the farmers who had worked all day had fallen asleep early, and the only sound was the chirping of insects under the stars, and a few wolf howls in the distance.

But if one pushes open the gates of the castle tower, a great wave of air rushes in, and the noisy and loud conversations, and the sound of harps, flutes, and small tambourines are heard at the same time, and the little attendants with plates weave through the crowd and distribute their food on the wooden tables, while the little attendants with flasks look at the people's cups, and when they see that they are almost empty, they come forward to fill them, and most of them sit in the hall in their best clothes. But there were also people who had drunk too much and stood up and staggered around the venue, and instead of blaming him for his rudeness, others clapped their hands and applauded.

"It's a thriving territory." The royal envoy raised his glass and saluted Arrod, this sentence is not a simple flattery, when Mecklenburg was in the hands of the Slavs, it was still only a county of tribal gathering, primitive farming methods and pagan patterns under the rule of traditional customs, this is not to say that the Slavs ruled badly, many Germanic nobles ruled the lands except for religion. Actually, it's all pretty much the same. However, after conquering Mecklenburg, Arold carried out various reforms and constructions, and soon established the frontier territory as an attractive land for merchants and immigrants, which alone would impress the well-informed royal envoys.

"It's all a favor from the Lord, and I haven't asked your name yet." Arrod said modestly.

"I am Gibran, son of Baron Darren. Morality. Duncan, who served as a clerk in the royal court. Gibran, the royal envoy, put down his glass and formally introduced himself to Arrod, a well-informed royal clerk who made Arold love talents, but he also knew that Gibran, who served in the royal family, could not condescend to a small country county like himself. I can't help but feel a little pity.

"Do you have a baby?" Arold wanted to know more about the Saxon nobleman. So he leaned over Gibran and said to him.

"My wife and I have three children, a girl and two boys." Gibran had a smile on his face. Mention his children. The Saxon nobleman's face was full of pride and love.

"Lord Gibran. Hopefully, when the war is over and the world is at peace, you can bring your family to Mecklenburg Castle. Arold could also feel Gibran's joy. He extended an invitation to Gibran and his family, which was the friendliest gesture of his time, except for court intrigues.

"Thank you for having me." Gibran hurriedly stood up and bowed to the young earl, which was the proper courtesy of the invited guests.

The lively feast passed unconsciously, and when Arold came back to his senses, he realized that he had fallen asleep on a chair, with a soft fine wool blanket on his body, and the hall was in a mess, and the drunkard was sleeping on the table or on the floor, and the leftovers on the wooden table were everywhere, and the poured flask poured the rest of the wine to the ground, Gibran seemed to have returned to his room to rest, Arold yawned and stretched, he stepped over the drunkard lying on the ground, and walked to a window, Looking at the bright starry sky outside, he unbuckled his girdle and pulled out his work, and a jet of water rushed out of the window and landed in the courtyard behind the tower.

"Hey, it's much more comfortable." Arold shivered, the night wind was really cold, he shook his body, tied up his pants and shrunk his body, and walked to his room on the tower, at the top of the stairs he saw the little squire holding the wine jug, leaning on the stairs and sleeping sweetly, Arold decided not to disturb the child's sweet dreams, and carefully stepped over and went up the stairs.

"Squeak." Arold's room is at the end of the corridor, as the supreme ruler of Mecklenburg on weekdays, his attendants will spread a blanket in front of the door and sleep where to guard, but today's banquet everyone is drunk, so there is no arrangement for the attendants to serve, when Arold walked in, the fireplace in the room was on fire, and the whole room was warm, Arold yawned and took off his coat, he only thought about his soft big wooden bed, Honestly, it's much more comfortable than the Wendells' straw-covered wooden bed, so it's no wonder that everyone wants to be a ruler, and someone will help you prepare the best things without even noticing.

"Huh?" Arold was so tired that he didn't change into his white fine linen pajamas, so he reached out and touched the quilt, but he suddenly noticed that there seemed to be a soft thing in the quilt, and he quickly opened the quilt in shock, and then he realized that there was a beautiful woman curled up in the quilt, this beauty closed her eyes, curled up like a docile little animal.

"Could it be Harvey? But I remember sending her on a mission. Arold thought it was Harvey at first, only Harvey would enter and leave his bedroom in this castle, and by the light of the fireplace Arold carefully studied this fair face, his long hair was scattered over his shoulders, and the bridge of his nose was high, as if he was asleep, his cheeks were slightly rosy, and there were tear stains in the corners of his closed eyes, as if he was gradually falling asleep in crying.

"Woo~~." The beauty turned over, her body in a loose green dress, standing proudly, the seductive body fragrance penetrated into her nostrils, and Arrod's throat slid a few times.

"Isn't this Shirley? Why is she in my room? Arold was very surprised, it turned out to be the Slavic priestess Shirley, but why did she run to her bed, but when a beautiful woman was lying on her bed, I believe that any mature man would not be indifferent, Arold looked at the beauty in front of him was no exception, he stretched out his hand to caress Shirley's smooth face, and a hot breath was rushing from the bottom to the top of his head.

"Lord Earl, please let those people go, they are not all bad people, as long as you let them go, you can do whatever you want me to do." At this critical moment, Shirley's mouth said dreamily, two tears slipped through her closed eyes and fell on Arrod's pillow, and a wet water trail appeared on the pillow, which made Arryd's already boiling heart like a basin of cold water.

"What am I doing?" Arold withdrew his hand and slapped himself in the face to keep himself awake, he is indeed a man who needs it again, and the bed/first love with Harvey is also what he needs, but even so, he loves women in his heart, and every time he sends Harvey on a mission, it is the safest place, and he treats Harvey like this. In front of Shirley, who resembles the goddess of the previous life, Arold of course also has a unique feeling, but Shirley is willing to do this step in order to save those Slavic nobles who are locked in the dungeon, and if Arold takes advantage of the danger to seize Shirley's chastity/at this time, even he will look down on himself at that time, thinking of this, Arold sighed, he silently covered Shirley with the quilt again, stood up and put his coat back on his body, and walked out of his bedroom.

"Hey, it's really unlucky, guarding a big beauty has to suffer this sin, you can do it yourself." Arold muttered, spread the blanket of the original little squire on the ground, and lay on the hard ground and scolded angrily. (To be continued......)