Ouen pinched his nose and dipped himself in a stinking chimney, holding in his mouth a thin tube made of wheat straw that the villains had to infiltrate the rich man's mansion to commit crimes, and along the slow-flowing stinking ditch that was barely noticeable in the dark, Harvey led his men and Orn to miraculously escape from his lair.

Just as Orn was fleeing for his life in the stinking ditch, Arrod in the Abbey of St. Fonso was meeting with the farmers from the monastery village, these farmers were holding a dozen serfs who had escaped from the Black Marsh Village, they thought that by handing over these fugitive slaves to Arrod, they could avoid conflict with the Wendell family, and Arold knew that in this era, without the protection of the nobles, the fugitive slaves would probably be severely punished if they were caught by their original masters, and he looked at the dozen or so trembling serfs.

"They're not going to hang us."

"I've heard that some masters crucify fugitive slaves, it's terrible."

"It's all his fault, if he hadn't bewitched us, I wouldn't have fled the Wendell family's territory with my family, Lord Wendell's family is very good to us."

The serfs whispered in sorrowful faces, and they looked with fear at Arrod, who stood on the stone steps wearing chain mail, and the heavily armed mercenaries who followed him, seemed to be able to foresee their sad fate, and the serfs with their children crying during this time.

"Lord Earl, the power of life and death of these people is in your hands, what to do with them." Julian asked Arrode.

"Go and tell my father what happened here. They were my father's serfs. "Arold wants to take these people into his own possession, he has strong professional soldiers Swiss mercenaries, and monks who are skilled in all kinds of skills, but the basis of rule is the people, and it is difficult for him to find supporters in the land of the infidels, so he needs a lot of manpower and people, so he also asked Jeff to find slave traders for himself, and in a few days there will be slave traders who will bring their goods to the door, but these serfs in front of him do not need money, they are like gifts. If it was a fugitive slave from other lords, Arrod would definitely be dark without saying a word. But these were fugitive slaves from Black Marsh, the children of Baron Wendell, the property of his father, even if he had left the Wendell family. He couldn't help but tell the story.

"Yes. Lord Earl. "Julian has officially sworn allegiance to Arrode. He became Arold's first attendant, and one of his duties was to deliver information.

"Lord Arrod, have you finally decided to go to Mecklenburgshire?" Brother Barth trembled and followed Arrod. Although Arold drove Robert away and made him the abbot of the Abbey of St. Fonso, Arold led the Swiss mercenaries to stay in the monastery to eat and drink, and the workshop built by Arold was beaten every day, making the quiet monastery a busy city, and the monks were miserable, not to mention that Arold also took a lot of materials in the monastery into his own possession, almost making the wood in the monastery warehouse empty, and some monks' rooms leaked rain and there were no planks to use, So when he heard that Arold had finally decided to leave, Brother Barth treated him almost with the attitude of sending the plague god.

"Yes, my preparations have been completed, and I would like to thank you for your support, Your Excellency." Arold knew that Brother Barth was tired of him, but he would not take it lightly if he was not well prepared.

"Then I will congratulate you on the honor of victory, Lord Count." Brother Barth sighed quietly, and finally the Abbey of St. Fonso was about to return to its former peace, which made him feel much better.

Soon, Baron Wendell's reply was brought by Julian in the early afternoon, and Arold's personal attendant brought Baron Wendell's message accurately, that is, to hand over the disposal of those fugitive slaves to Arold, whether they lived or died, which can be seen as Baron Wendell's goodwill, Julian told Arold that his mother, Madame Eva, missed him very much, and hoped that Arold and Baron Wendell could be reconciled father and son.

"Well, is that what you said?" Arold listened to Julian's words for a long time and didn't gnaw, he regretted being too impulsive afterwards, Baron Wendell was also worried about his wife's safety, so he couldn't control his emotions, but it doesn't matter now, Arold has his own career to do, he can't live in the shadows of others after being reborn, thinking of this, he is a little high-spirited.

"What are you going to do with those fugitive slaves?" Julian asked Arrode.

"Gather the fugitives." Arold straightened his armor, he needed some serfs who could follow him to live in the pagan lands, but would these serfs follow him? You must know that the pagan West Slavs were no less than the devil in the hearts of the serfs.

When the fugitives were gathered, they saw several mercenaries nailing a cross outside the monastery, and the sound of hammers hitting nails made them shudder and fall silent.

"I am the second son of Baron Wendell and the rightful ruler of Mecklenburgshire, Arrode." Standing on a stone staircase, Arold said loudly to the serfs, but there was not much enthusiasm in the eyes of the serfs, the nobles were always showing off their legitimate rule here or there, but what did that have to do with them, so Arold continued, "I know that you fled the Black Marsh Village because you were worried about your life, but here you got the land you wanted?" ”

"Hmm." Arold's words were like a stone thrown into the water of the lake, and rippled in the hearts of the serfs, yes, they were afraid that the Wendell family would fall, and the land they cultivated would be taken away by other nobles, in the end they were only cultivating other people's land, almost all the land in Europa had owners, they could only live on other people's land, a large number of crops produced from the land were taken away, and they could get less than a tenth of what they could get, but even then they had to work hard day and night.

"There's nothing you want here. If we want land, we can only go to the north, to find the pagan West Slavs, follow me, follow me to seize the pagan land, and I will give you the land to cultivate, and you will only have to pay me the required taxes, and the rest of the crops produced from the land will be your own. Arold stood on the stone steps and waved his arms, announcing to the serfs.

"What? Is this about making us homesteaders? The serfs looked at Arold with such eyes that they couldn't believe their ears. Own your own land and become a free yeoman farmer. It's something they don't dare to dream of for the rest of their lives.

"What are you doing, sir?" Julian was also taken aback, and he did not expect that instead of punishing the fugitive slaves, Arold would promise them land and freedom. If Arold wanted to enslave these serfs. Just give the order and you're good to go. They were merely slaves who were physically attached to Arrod.

"Sir, if you really intend to do this, then we will definitely follow you. Even if you go to hell, you will not be afraid. An old man with a purple tumor on his face, shaking his hands tremblingly, his eyes were full of tears, he walked in front of Arrod in a few steps and knelt down in front of Arrod and said.

"Yes, I will make you free yeoman farmers, but only if you help me take the land of the infidels." Arold nodded affirmatively, drew his sword sharply, and shouted upward, "In the name of God, wage war against the infidels." ”

"War against the infidels, war, God's will." At this time, instigated by Arrod's interests and religion, the serfs and mercenaries present all shouted, especially the serfs who were almost dancing enthusiastically.

"There's nothing more efficient than raising people's enthusiasm." Arold smiled as he walked down the steps, patting Julian on the shoulder and watching as the mercenaries erected wooden crosses, as if guided by them, they would be able to win.

The team of Swiss mercenaries, spear in hand, marched in unison with a sheepskin drum in hand, the idea of Arrod, and after discovering that the sound of the drum could keep the soldiers in good spirits, John Berg readily accepted the suggestion. The Swiss mercenary brigade was followed by serfs with spears in their hands, their faces ruddy and excited, they took on the role of miscellaneous servants and light infantry, and to protect the safety of skilled monks, and commanders such as Arold and Julian walked in the center of the procession, one was safe and on the other hand, it was helpful to command the whole situation, and the last was the family members and caravans of the serfs, fifteen caravans filled with food, live poultry, and a large number of planks and linen ropes.

"Lord Arrod, why do you pull so many planks, without which we can carry more food and weapons?" John Berg asked, puzzled, but Arold only smiled mysteriously, holding the map that Jeff had given him, and there was a place on the map that he had marked as if it was their destination.

As they approached the border, Arold heard the sound of horses' hooves, and he raised his hand to stop the party at a small river, and as soon as they crossed the river, they left the territory of the Duchy of Mason. Just as Arold was thinking this, he saw several familiar figures running down the path.

"Arrod, you bastard, you left by yourself without informing us for anything." Ives still looked like a big grin, he rode the horse like a donkey, the tall figure was not light on the horse, he rode the horse and shouted at the same time.

"Yves." Arold looked at his cheap brother with some complicated feelings, and opened his mouth to say.

"Arrod, are you leaving?" Behind Yves was Josephine, her eyes slightly angry, as if she was upset with Arrod's farewell.

"Josephine, is your little wolf okay?" Arold likes this girl with a boyish breath very much, but he looks at Josephine snuggled up to Eve, and seems to have guessed that the relationship between the two has made great progress, and Julian occasionally mentions it inadvertently, but Arold is not too jealous, after all, admiring a girl does not necessarily have to get her.

"Yes, they've started eating meat." Josephine proudly held her little head high, looking happy, while Eff looked at her with a pampering face.

"Don't blame my father, he regrets doing that to you." Yves sighed and said to Arrod.

"I know that I have disappointed him by advocating without authorization, and I don't mean to blame him, I just want to do my own thing."

"Well, the lion will leave the lions one day, and you are a real lion Arrod. Father asked me to bring you twenty soldiers, all of whom are good at using swords and spears in the family, and Chodo and his daughter also strongly asked to go along, they are in the back of the team, this is a little support from the Wendell family, although it is insignificant, but don't forget that we will always be a family with blood thicker than water, and if you encounter a setback, you will always be welcome here. Yves patted Arold on the shoulder, and his big hand almost made Arold fall off his horse, but Arold just smiled bitterly, but his heart was very warm.

"Julian, I don't know if it's right for you to follow Arold to the land of the heathen, but is it your choice?" On the other side, Josephine and Julian are also reminiscing about the past, Josephine and Julian grew up together, even if they have not disclosed each other's identities, but the blood relationship between half-brothers and sisters cannot be denied.

"It's my own choice, and I'll take it whatever the outcome." Julian looked at the happy little sister in front of him, and he didn't know what to say, but just like Arold said, he also had his own things to do.

"Okay, take care of Arrod, and don't die." Josephine stood on tiptoe, kissed Julian on the forehead, and admonished him.

"Hmm." Even though he was a half-brother and sister, Julian was an illegitimate son of humble blood, and he had never touched Josephine in the process of protecting her, and this was the first, first time he was kissed by Josephine, and even his forehead was enough to make him stunned.

When the backs of Yves and Josephine disappeared at the end of the trail, Arold patted Julian on the back and turned in the direction of Mecklenburgshire, the cross made of wood nailed together at the front of the procession, which shone a strange golden glow in the sunlight. (To be continued......)

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