Most of the wooden fences in the town of Visma collapsed under the bombardment of the whirlwind cannons, and the citizens of the town dodged the terrible stone rain attacks, and sometimes the whirlwind cannons were too far to hit the buildings behind the wooden fences, and one of them actually fell on the top of the mayor's house, smashing a hole in the roof, and the dust on the roof fell like snow, and the mayor of Jakosh lay under the wooden table with his head in his arms, and did not dare to come out from below for a long time.

"Father, it's not safe here anymore." The son of the mayor of Jakesh pulled his father up from under the table and said anxiously to the mayor of Jakesh, they did not expect the heretics to have such sharp siege weapons, it seems that with the autonomous forces used to defend the city in the town, they are no match at all, and even the son of the strong-blooded mayor of Jakesh knows that the general trend is gone.

"Pack our things, let's leave here and head to Mecklenburg Castle." Mayor Jakesh hung his head and sighed, and he looked around at the furniture of his house made of fine Nordic cedar wood, the woolen tapestries of various colors on the walls, and the thick and soft bear fur on the floor, which would become someone else's property, and he felt unwilling and angry.

"Father, the servants have packed up their things, shall we leave immediately?" When the mayor of Jakesh made his decision, there was chaos in the house, the ladies were taking care of the necessities of life, but they were noisy because they were fighting for ornaments, some servants took advantage of the chaos and rolled up their things and slipped through the back door, the goods were scattered all over the place and left unattended, and the horses in the stables were brought out and neighed, and it was a scene of decay.

"Before you go, burn this place down." Mayor Jakesh mounted his mount in the service of his own son. He looked at the house where he had lived for generations, gritted his teeth and commanded the servant.

"What? Burn it. "Everyone was amazed, including the son of the mayor of Jakosh, the house was the centerpiece of the entire town of Visma, an ancient structure that had existed since the birth of this trading town, and which was built by the ancestors of the mayor of Jacosh, who wanted to burn it down.

"That's right, I can't throw the glory of my ancestors to the infidels and burn it, and one day I will come back and rebuild the honor of my ancestors when the time comes." Mayor Jakesh raised his horsewhip in his hand. Said viciously and loudly. His eyes were red, and it was indeed a helpless thing to burn down his ancestral home, but the thought of the infidels sitting on their butts in their homes made his heart rage. Not to mention, he had to burn down his house.

The servants of the mayor of Jakesh lit the torch. Then he threw the torch into the house. Soon smoke began to billowing from several rooms in the house, and the citizens of the town panicked when they saw the smoke rising, and the alarm bell rang urgently. Many people braved the whirlwind cannons overhead to get water to extinguish the fire, because the mayor's house was in the center of the town, and if the house caught fire, the fire would spread uncontrollably and all the surrounding wooden buildings would become a sea of fire.

"Look, Lord Earl, it looks like there's a fire in the town?" Julian looked at the thick black smoke rising from the town and reported to Arrod, who could see the black smoke without reporting to him.

"It's not good, the people inside want to escape." Arrodellius groaned and thought that this was a mess caused by arson from within, it seemed that someone wanted to take advantage of the chaos in the town to escape, but at this time he couldn't care about the people who fled, Arroder didn't want to get a charred town with so much effort, he immediately gave the order for a general attack, and ordered the soldiers to put out the fire first.

"Rush~~~." When the order for the general attack was given, Arold's soldiers rushed into the town of Visma with a shout, but they met little resistance, not to mention that the people in the town were simply captured, so the main role of the soldiers was to help the people in the town put out the fire.

Even some of the knights of the Order of St. John also played the role of caregivers, wearing chain mail but carrying the burned people to the sides of the street, and taking off their skins to do chores such as feeding water, which made Arold very curious, and only after asking the knights did he know that the religious knights also knew some skills in healing care, because the monks of St. Jome, who belonged to the Roman court, were responsible for protecting pilgrims to Jerusalem, and anything would happen on the way to Jerusalem. Therefore, as a religious knight, you must master certain medical skills.

"But they're heretics." Arold was a little puzzled, seeing that the religious knights of the Order of St. John were ruthless and ruthless in dealing with the Slavs, but now they were like saints who rescued the wounded of these infidels.

"We want to save their souls, and there is no way to destroy the body." Xiu Beitian said compassionately, clutching his small cross in his hand, as if this extremely contradictory thing seemed to Arrod to be so natural.

"......" Arold was speechless when he heard this, and could only secretly slander the perversion of religious maniacs in his heart.

With the help of Arold's soldiers, the fire in the town was quickly extinguished, and to Arold's surprise, the Slavs actually sent a representative to express their gratitude to Arold, which shows that the Slavs in the town of Vesma are not stupid, they know very well who set the fire, because the only thing missing from the crowd is Mayor Jakesh and his family, and the first place where the fire started is the mayor's house, not to mention that some people say that the mayor fled from the east gate with his family, Arold didn't have enough soldiers to encircle the entire town, and one of the masterminds of the attack on the Angry Lion Castle was made very depressed.

"Lord Earl, this weapon of yours is really unusual, I have only heard of it from monks who have made pilgrimages through the Byzantine Empire, but they say that it is very cumbersome, and it is far less dexterous and convenient than yours." Xiu looked at the disassembled whirlwind cannon and praised Arrod from the bottom of his heart.

"I also got this weapon by accident." Arod rode on his horse, watching his soldiers control the entire town's transportation arteries, and at this time Visma had completely fallen into his hands, and he was in a good mood and talked with Xiu Pan.

"Lord Earl, now that you have control of this territory, I hope you can return the favor to us." Seeing that Arrod's banner was hanging above the gate of the town, Xiu pleaded to Arold.

"Oh?" Arold turned to look at the knight, did this knight who had rescued him at a critical moment want some reward?

"So, although we of St. Jom's Friars have been preaching here in an attempt to bathe the local heathen in the gospel of the Lord, it is a pity that they are very stubborn and controlled by the odious Lomwa priests, who have made it impossible for us to preach, and the odious Lomwa priests have on several occasions incited the Slavs against us, so that many of our brothers have been martyred for the cause of the Lord." Xiu's tone was sad, although the knights of the Monks were highly armed individually, but they were few in number, and there was no strategic support point, and they were often driven into desolate and remote places by the Slavs, this time Xiu privately accepted Arrod's invitation to come to help in the war, strictly speaking it had violated the constitution of the Monks' Society, in order to avoid being punished by the Monks Elders, Xiu hoped to get some rewards from Arrod that could make sense.

"Yes." Arold nodded, not interrupting Xiu's words, and listened carefully to his request.

"Therefore, I hope that you will give us a place for the Friars to settle down and that we may preach here with peace of mind."

"That's the request, no problem." After hearing this, although he was a little unhappy in his heart, his mouth was very enthusiastic, if the Brothers of St. Jom were just ordinary monks, Arold would be happy to reward them with a piece of land and let them convert to the Slavs of the Lomwa religion, but the Brothers of St. Jom was a military monk's society, and he planted such a double-edged sword beside him that he could not control, Arold couldn't help frowning, but soon he thought of a good idea, "Knight, I will help the Friars of St. John to build a chanting house outside the town of Wismar, so that the people of the Friars can spread the Gospel of the Lord in the chanting hall with peace of mind. ”

"Oh? Are you going to build us a chanting house? That's great. The knight was overjoyed when he heard this, and a chanting house was equivalent to the lawful stronghold of the Friars of St. Jom in the territory of Arrod, which was much better than sleeping in the wild forest.

"I have one request, though." Arrod changed his words and then said to the knight.

"You say."

"The elders of the Order of the Brothers of St. Jom must enter my court and become my courtiers."

"What? However, we belong to the Friars' Order of the Roman Court, so I am afraid that this is too demanding. The knight was shocked to hear this, and Arold would actually accept the elders of the Monks Guild as courtiers, which he never expected.

"That's right, I'm also thinking about the elders of the monks who are sheltering in this dangerous pagan territory, and only by becoming my courtiers can I give a land reward, isn't it?" Arold smiled slyly, he stroked the silver ring on his left hand, and said to the knight slowly, as if he was thinking about the Monks of St. Jom, but in fact he was making a wishful thinking to adopt the Monks' Society.

"I'm afraid, the elders of the Monks Guild will not agree." The monk said to Arold with a wry smile, he knew very well how stubborn the elders of the Monks were, and how loyal they were to the Roman Emperor, although the Roman Emperor may not have paid much attention to this Monks who were surviving on the Baltic coast, but it was a supreme honor to belong to Rome, and the glory of the Church was always higher than that of the world.

"Oh, so hard?" Arold stopped turning the ring in his hand, his brow furrowed, he didn't expect the Monk to reject him so directly, but he quickly thought of another way, "Alright then, I'll take a step back, the knight leader in the Monk Guild must become my courtier, be loyal to me and serve me, this is my bottom line." ”

"Well, Lord Earl, I will convey your words to the elders of the Monks' Council, and it is up to God to decide whether the elders will agree or not." (To be continued......)