The army of the Noble League of the Duchy of Mason carried the captured Duke of Bohemia and the nobles on their victorious march towards the county of Mason, and Arold turned a side van into a cage, and removed the wooden planks that were closed on all sides and installed them as a fence, so that the people outside could watch the Duke of Bohemia, and with the Duke was imprisoned his father-in-law, Count Jeroimoh, and the two sons-in-law were speechless at this time, compared to the emaciation of the Duke of Bohemia, the Count of Jeroymus became ruddy.

After walking for several days, the army of the Noble Alliance of the Duchy of Mason finally returned to the county of Mason, they stopped a few miles from the castle, Arjod ordered the troops to be stationed, he needed to make the ceremony of entering the city more dramatic, the troops rested at the place of stationing, the cage where the Duke of Bohemia was held was wrapped in white and red ribbons representing the Duchy of Bohemia, in the center of the cage was placed a wooden chair with chains and shackles, and the Duke of Bohemia wore his helmet, Wearing scale armor and armor is as noble and powerful as usual, but being held in a cage is like a beautiful object on display.

Early in the morning of the second day, when the sun was shining on the earth, the townspeople outside the castle of Mason heard the rumbling footsteps and the sound of vehicles marching, and when the curious people came out of their houses and saw a mighty army marching towards their town, and the well-informed saw the banners of the three major vassals of the Duchy of Mason, and the black lion banner of the palace minister, Arrod, fluttering above the army.

"Look, our army is back." The civilians of Mason watched excitedly, and they crowded the streets. Race to see the victorious army in action.

"Arold is such a trickster." The Count of Weimar, dressed in his best aristocratic garment, except for a small piece of chain mail draped over his chest, waved to the cheering crowd, his big nose flushed, and a satisfied smile on his face, which he was puzzled by when Arold asked the three counts and the Wendell family to dress themselves in their best clothes, but now they understood, for the people loved dramatic things, and nothing excited them more than the victor in bright costume.

"Look at the Bohemians." At this time, a sharp-eyed person saw a squeaky prisoner cart walking along the town road. The bars of the prisoner cart were wrapped with brightly colored ribbons. Sitting inside was the majestic Duke of Bohemia, who was known to be a great man just by looking at his fine scale armor, but now he was in a cage for all to see. This greatly satisfies the hatred of the common people. Behind the cage were the Bohemian nobles walking on foot. They walked down the street in despair, escorted by two rows of soldiers, mocked by the civilians on both sides.

"Look, that's what happens to the infidels." A deacon in a church took the opportunity to loudly spread religious ideas to the people around him. It is true that the Bohemians at this time still practiced paganism, and the various sacrifices of the high priests brought by the Duke of Bohemia did not save them from defeat.

"Gotta get ~~~." Arold finally appeared, dressed in black and white Germanic aristocratic gowns, with bright gauntlets on his arms, a white cloak pinned to his chest with a large brooch inlaid with sapphires, one of the treasures of Count Lauzitz's castle, now Arold's trophy, and he held the Duke of Bohemia's scepter high in his right hand, raising his chin haughtily and majesticly.

"Oh woo~~~." The civilians in the town of Mason looked at the mighty Arold, like a dazzling angel of victory, and the soldiers of the German mercenary regiment behind him walked into the town in a majestic step, and the sound of the soldiers' footsteps and weapons colliding, as well as the cries of the defeated captives were intertwined, making the glory of the victory of the Duchy of Mason spread in all directions, and of course, Arold's prestige was also spread at the same time.

"Arrod, my friend, our palace minister." When the three vassals, Count and Arrod, led the team that was escorting the captives into Mason Castle, the regent Count Abel and the courtiers greeted him, and even the Count of Rauzitz stood in the middle of the crowd with a gloomy face, and the Count of Abel opened his arms and said loudly from afar.

"Lord Regent, I have defeated the attack of the Bohemians together with the three Earls, and now escort the Duke of Bohemia and his nobles to present them to you, my Lord Regent." Arold hurriedly turned over and dismounted, walked a few steps in front of Count Able, bent down and bowed, and reported.

"I knew, I knew you could do it, my friend." Looking at the scene in front of him, and Arrod's humble report, Count Abel was intoxicated, and his mouth couldn't close with a smile and hurriedly stepped forward to support Arrod's arm.

"This is the scepter of the Duke of Bohemia, and now he belongs to you, worthy heir to the Duchy of Mason, and I declare victory and glory to Lord Count Ebel." Arold handed the scepter of the Duke of Bohemia into the hands of Count Abel, and then turned and announced loudly, the courtiers were a little caught off guard by this sudden announcement, but looking at the soldiers of the German mercenary regiment who were eyeing them around, and the three vassal counts who completely fell to Arrod, the courtiers had to accept this reality, this victory made Arold and Count Abel rise to the extreme, and any opposition from them was to no avail.

"This crisis of the Bohemian invasion has shown us that we need a good chieftain, so please Lord Count Abel immediately accept the title of Lord Duke and become the master of the Duchy of Mason." Arold knelt down on one knee in front of Count Abel while the iron was hot, and said loudly to him, at the same time, the three major vassals, the Earl also knelt down on one knee and spoke, and the surrounding soldiers knelt in front of Count Abel with spears in their hands, and the courtiers were stunned but knelt down helplessly, and the courtiers with organic spirits immediately echoed and said.

"So, for the sake of the stability and unity of the principality, I agree to accept my father's title, which is also the will of the nobles in extraordinary times." Count Abel did not expect that the long-awaited thing would be completed so simply, and only Arold could do it with the aftermath of victory, otherwise even if he was a soldier, he might be counterattacked by other nobles.

"Long live Lord Duke Able, long live Lord Lord Lord Able~~~." Arold raised his arm and shouted loudly, and suddenly there was a shout of support for Able as Duke inside and outside the castle. (To be continued......)

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