Arold's attitude towards the nobility is a cautious use, he knows very well that his territory is different from other territories, this Mecklenburg was taken by him from the hands of the Slavs, before which the Germanic nobles had never been able to touch it, it was like a blank sheet of paper completely controlled by Arold himself, he needed to expand his territory to be as efficient as the Spartans, although the nobles could provide the lord with funds and troops in the short term, but when the fruits of victory ripened, Those nobles will drain their allegiance to the monarch.

"No, a qiē must be controlled in my hands." Lying on the comfortable bed in his castle, he held a glass of wine in his hand, and a thick pillow was placed behind his head.

"Arrod, you are too anxious, maybe Brother Elvet is right that we should treat the nobles well, your territory needs nobles to maintain its rule." Princess Josie walked over to the dressing cupboard, dressed in a white lining, and stretched out her little hand to remove her tiara and turquoise earrings, and the bedroom was filled with the smell of flowers, which were scattered under the bed by the maids who had picked the new flower petals.

"I have seen uncontrolled nobles on the battlefield strike out on their own, putting their own monarch in danger, and on the battlefield of Shileisug, your beloved brother, Duke of Abel, watched helplessly as the nobles attacked before he gave the order. No, I wouldn't make that mistake, if I were to fight a war I had to command a moving army. Arold looked at his beautiful new wife and said to Princess Josie.

"You don't need to be so angry, I won't interfere with what you're going to do, it's just that you just came back and it's necessary to talk about these things in the marriage room?" Princess Josie's beautiful face, carved out of marble, was close to Arrod's chest, and her delicate skin writhed and slid into the same bed, the hot skin clinging to Arold's naked body.

"Yes, tsk." Arold placed the glass on the wooden cabinet at the head of the bed. Stretch out your strong arms. Picking up the soft and boneless Princess Josie into his arms, he decided to comfort his lovely wife.

"Well, Arrod, I miss you. You know? For the first time, I understood why my poor mother. Whenever my father went out to fight, he couldn't sleep. The loneliness and worry that seemed to be eroded by venom penetrated deep into the soul. Princess Josie lifted her delicate face and looked up at Arrod, her red lips lightly furled. This reminded Arold of the scene where Princess Josie was feeding the most water by the stream.

"Hmm~~~." Arold kissed his lips fiercely on the princess's lips, his tongue stirred the swan pond like a snake, he wanted to prove with his actions that he also missed his newlywed wife, and soon the big wooden bed squeaked, and outside the bedroom door, Harun, the personal attendant, guarded Arold and the princess, and he heard the fierce gasps of men and women coming from the bedroom, and the princess Josie tried to suppress but couldn't help the coquettish panting.

"Listening to a man's and woman's game for the first time?" Next to Harlan was Shaun, who had healed from his wounds, wearing a leather soft armor and a short sword hanging from his waist, standing on the other side of the doorway, looking at Harlan's embarrassed red face, he couldn't help but laugh and tease.

"We must not have any desecration against Lord Earl and Her Royal Highness the noble Princess." Harlan felt as if his face was about to burn, and he reached out and made a quick cross on his forehead and chest, and confessed from the heart.

"No one wants to blaspheme His Royal Highness the Earl and Princess, but as a personal attendant, there will be a lot of such things in the future, you have to get used to it, my Jian Yì is to go to the town with me when I am not on duty, and I will take you to a good place." Sean laughed and said to the red-eared Harlan opposite.

"God forgive, it's good for you to recuperate in the castle, but I'm going to go to the land of the northern barbarians to fight, it's really damned." In order to hide his embarrassment, Harlan quickly changed the topic and said to Sean.

"Well, under Miss Shirley's treatment, I am now able to move freely, but sometimes it is still different from before, by the way, sue me for how many northern barbarians you killed?" Sean's leg wound healed quickly after using Miss Shirley's ointment, but for the time being, he was unable to regain his Assassin's lightness, and occasionally felt a dull pain in his leg wound on rainy days.

"My duty is to protect Lord Earl."

"So what, your sword isn't bloody?" Sean glanced at Harlan with disdain, feeling that if he hadn't been injured, he would definitely kill a few enemies on the battlefield and make a meritorious contribution in front of Arrod, and after staying in Mecklenburg for a long time, Sean felt that he might have a bright future.

"Of course not, but those northern barbarians are really terrible, they are not afraid of death on the battlefield, I heard the Earl say that it seems that because they believe in the evil god who worships death, so dying in battle is the highest reward for a warrior, God, what kind of terrible evil god is this?" Harun shook his head, he never wanted to recall the bloody scenes on the battlefield in Shireisug, although those scenes were far away from him at the time, but the smell of blood spread quickly, as if he often smelled it in his dreams.

"That's good." Sean was slightly surprised, for the Assassin who dealt with the Grim Reaper all day, this religion was very interesting, and at this time, the wheezing sound in the bedroom gradually calmed down, and the two quickly stopped talking and stuck to their posts.

"You need to rest Your Highness Princess." Arold hugged Princess Josie, the bride who had experienced a short period of time, was still very young and narrow, and after a burst of Arold's love, she climbed to the peak, and after crossing the peak, the whole person was paralyzed, like a beautiful snake in Arold's arms, as if she couldn't even move a finger.

"But you're still that tough?" Princess Josie was shy, her cheeks were as red as roses, she bit her lip and felt Arrod's fullness and strength, and she blamed herself for not being angry, but her soft waist was sore, and she really couldn't accept Arrod's whipping anymore.

"It's okay, I like to hold you, so let's do it." Arold felt an indescribable satisfaction in his heart, so he patted Princess Josie's smooth back generously and hugged her and said with relief.

"Ugh." In Arold's arms, Princess Josie also smiled contentedly, and gradually fell into a sweet dream, which was the most comfortable night she had since coming to Mecklenburg. (To be continued......)