The killing finally stopped when the big-nosed Chad hung from the city gates, and this rebellion dealt a heavy blow to the Slavs who believed in the Lomwa, and on the grounds of supporting the rebels, many Lomwa temples were demolished, the priests were expelled, and the temple land was put into the hands of Arold, but Arold gave a lot of food to the Slavic settlements who did not join the rebellion as a reward for their loyalty, in order to divide the will of the Slavs to resist, and sure enough, the dissatisfaction and dissent against Arold gradually subsided, Calm seems to have returned to Mecklenburg County.

"Congratulations, Lord Earl, your reign in Mecklenburg is now as solid as a rock." In the council chamber of Mecklenburg Castle, Arold had breakfast with his friends and courtiers, and as a noble count, dining with those he sheltered was one of the ways to increase mutual trust.

"You mean my scorched territory?" Arold used his cleaver to cut open the chicken, cut off a piece of chicken and ate it, laughing and joking with Julian as he ate.

"It's all the rebels' fault, and today the corpse of the peasant who deserves to go to hell will be nailed around the territory, so that the pagan Slavs will know what will happen if they rebel against you." Julian put down his knife, and on his plate was salted fish, and the greatest benefit of being Arold's courtier was the delicious food of the day, which was made under Arold's direction and became a feature of the kitchen of the lord of Mecklenburg Castle.

"Woo~~." Suddenly, Shirley, who was sitting in the second seat of the long wooden table to the left of Arrod, put down the food in her hand. Her face was a little pale and she made a gagging sound, she tried her best to stop her trembling body, if it weren't for the persuasion of her teacher, she really couldn't bear to stay in the palace where her people were slaughtered, and at one point even had the thought of dying.

"Oh, I'm sorry Miss Shirley, I mean kill those bad Slavs." Julian saw Shirley's expression and explained with some embarrassment.

"I'm sorry Lord Earl, I'm feeling a little unwell." Shirley stood up and curtsied to Arrod. At Arold's court, she also learned Germanic etiquette.

"Please wait a minute, Miss Shirley. I'm sure you'll be able to hold on a little longer. Arrod looked at Shirley, whose face was a little emaciated and pale, and he knew that the priestess was mentally tortured every day, and that she would not attend the meal whenever she hanged a captured rebel outside the castle. In this way, she seems to be silently protesting Arold's iron-blooded policy.

If it was a beautiful, kind, and pure goddess like Shirley in her previous life. Arold must not put it in his mouth for fear of melting. I'm afraid of falling off in the palm of my hand, no matter what causes the goddess to be unhappy, I won't do it, but now Arold is not an otaku after all. He was an earl with a county of dominion, and a large number of followers and soldiers in addition to himself, and if Arold showed the slightest weakness in a land full of infidels, he and his followers would be greeted with death, and perhaps the next noose around the rebels' necks.

"Yes, yes." Shirley could not resist Arrod's command, and sat back in her chair feebly under Arrod's gaze, the soft leavened bread, fresh fruit, chicken and pickled fish in front of her could not satisfy her appetite.

"Brother Elvis, how are the recent immigrants, and are their houses built to live in?" Arold turned his gaze away from Shirley to Monk Elvis, who was in the last seat on the left, a monk from the Abbey of St. Fonso who was in charge of the construction of the realm, and who was increasingly important in Arrode's court because of the increasing number of places in the realm that needed to be built.

"There are more and more Germanic immigrants from the various territories of the Empire, and I have them all brought to your designated dwelling area, where they will build their own huts." Brother Elvis hurriedly put down his food and swallowed the food in his mouth with all his might, before returning to Arrod.

"Well, are the other lords just letting these people come to our territory?" Arold asked a little strangely, in his opinion, labor is the most important thing for various lords, and fugitive slaves who flee to other people's territory will become a reason to start a war, so Arold does not want to offend these lords to start a private war, at least for now.

"Because of the war between the Duke of Mason and the Duke of Saxony last year, many territories have been affected, a large number of farmlands have been burned by the war, resulting in agricultural failures, some peasants who have not had enough to eat are ready to move, fortunately the Earl has recovered Mecklenburg County, so that these people have new hope, and many territories have avoided the danger of peasant revolts, those lords are too late to thank you, not to mention that I heard from those peasants who emigrated that His Majesty the Emperor seems to have passed a bill, The princes within the empire were required not to prevent the Germanic emigration to the Slavic lands. Brother Elvis respectfully told the story, and Arold was so engrossed that he even stopped the movement of the meat cleaver in his hand, this monk was careful and serious, and he was a good helper in taking care of the territory.

"Why did His Majesty the Emperor pass this bill?" Arold asked with some curiosity, this is simply helping the Germans to occupy the land of the Slavs and compress the living space of the Slavs.

"Your Majesty has always coveted the land of the Slavs, and your liberation of Mecklenburg County, Your Majesty, this time, Your Majesty, is an exemplary one." Julian touched the golden fluff that had just grown on his chin and said to Arold with a serious face.

"Heh, that's fine, if the royal family is willing to send troops, our pressure will be reduced a lot." Arold was overjoyed to hear this, and he took the cup in his hand, which was the mead from the castle of Mecklenburg, and the taster who stood there poured out a little and drank it, and only after nothing did Arold drank the mead from the cup.

"Of course, congratulations to you, Lord Earl, this is simply God's favor."

"Bang~~~." Just as everyone was raising their glasses, the door of the council chamber opened, and a woman burst in, and she walked to the table with a big grin, sat down opposite Arrod, swept all the food that was left on the table to herself, and then sat down and ate it with a big mouthful.

"You, how did you woman break in?" Julian looked at Harvey's unwomanly appearance, and scolded loudly in annoyance, but Harvey didn't even lift his eyelids, continued to grab a piece of chicken called flower with his hand, tore off a thigh with force, put it in his mouth and bit it.

"It's okay, I asked her to come, I have a task for her." Arold looked at Harvey's eating appearance, and felt more and more interesting about this woman, and couldn't help but think of the scene in the bathhouse, which made him a little dry, and covered it up by picking up the wine glass and drinking, and looked around with uneasy eyes, Julian still looked angry, Brother Elvis ate the food on his plate slowly, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him, but Shirley's appearance was a little intriguing.

"Bang Bang Bang ~~~." Everything seemed to be quiet in the chamber, only the sound of Harvey chewing, and Arold didn't stop her, the atmosphere in the silence turned out to be a little strange, and finally Harvey finished eating a whole chicken, she wiped her oily lips with her hand contentedly, stretched and burped.

"Have you eaten enough?" Arold put down the wine glass in her hand and said to Harvey, this was a normal greeting in everyone's ears, but in Shirley's ears she heard the hidden tenderness in it, her cheeks and ears became red, so that no one else noticed, she pretended to cough and hung her head.

"Fortunately, Arrod, your food here is indeed good, much better than that of Wisma Town." Harvey said with a yawn.

"Visma Town?" Everyone was curious, Harvey had not been seen for the past few days, because Harvey's woman was always mysterious with a group of gods called blood drops under her, so everyone didn't pay attention to it, but when did she go to the town of Vismar, it was rare to be ordered by Lord Earl?

"Alright, everyone can go about their work, Harvey, you can stay for a while." Arold said to the other courtiers.

"Yes, Lord Count." Julian and the others quickly stood up, they left the council chamber in turn, after the rebellion was put down, Julian was responsible for training the soldiers recruited from the Germanic immigrants and strengthening the military defense of the territory, Brother Elvis was responsible for the rebuilding of the territory and Arold's plan for the urbanization of the castle, and Shirley was assigned to pacify the Slavic nobles and some medical treatment.

When the courtiers and everyone left the council hall, the door slammed shut, and at the moment the door closed, Harvey's eyes seemed to burst into flames, she suddenly jumped on the wooden table, crawling towards Arold like a cat, and instantly the atmosphere in the council hall became warm, after the first taste of the apple, Harvey was out of control, and Arold was also attracted to this fanatical woman, they hugged each other, their lips were tightly together, their tongues were entangled, Arold held Harvey and put it on the table, Plates and food spilled all over the floor, and the most primitive moans and pains and desires/desires sounded in the hall, whether it was love or lust was already unclear, and Arold also seemed to like this passionate, generous and direct villain, and after being accustomed to seeing blood, perhaps only this release could calm Arold. (To be continued......)