Duke Mason's words made Arold a little embarrassed, but Duke Mason personally said in front of all the nobles that whoever took Göttingenburg would be given the title of earl, but now he suddenly stopped talking about this matter, and instead asked Arold himself to ask for a reward, it was obvious that the Duke was reluctant to land.

"Lord Duke, it is my family's greatest wish to serve you, but since Lord Duke has made a promise to divide the earl, then I will never let people say that Lord Duke is a nobleman who does not keep his promise." Arold straightened up and stood straight in front of Duke Mason, demanding that the Duke keep his promise, and when Arold finished speaking, Duke Mason's face was cloudy.

"Hahaha, Sir Arrode, how could I not remember my promise, I was just joking with you just now, don't worry, I will arrange a seal for you." Duke Mason barely squeezed a smile out of his face, pretended to be heroic, and stood up and patted Arold on the shoulder, as if he trusted the young knight.

"Of course, I'm just joking." Arold also smiled and said to Duke Mason, the big and the small two foxes each smiled with evil intentions, for Arold If he can get the Duke of Mason's sub-earl, not only does he own the land of a county, but also becomes a middle-level nobleman politically, with his ability to use his skills and arts, he will not develop and grow his territory within three years, and then he will no longer have to look at anyone's face to live, which is why he risked offending Duke Mason, the supreme ruler of the duchy, to force him to divide himself.

And Duke Mason made this promise in public in a moment of anger after the repeated failures of the attack on Göttingenburg, and he regretted it a little at the time after the exit, but then thought that these nobles under his command really few people really have the ability to conquer the castle alone, so they let Arrold attack Göttingshire Castle go, who would have thought that this young man, who had not grown up and had just been canonized as a knight by himself, would conquer the impregnable Göttingenburg in one fell swoop with some whimsical ideas, which made Duke Mason suddenly lose his mind, His promise was made in front of the nobles, and if he did not fulfill his promise and fell into a reputation for not keeping his word, the vassal would still believe in him in the future, and after sending Arold away, Duke Mason paced in front of the fireplace with a frown.

"Lord Duke, Lord Count Lautz has arrived." Just then, one of Duke Mason's personal attendants walked in and reported to him.

"Well, he's just in time." Duke Mason was very angry with his short-sighted nephew, how could he not understand what kind of calculation his nephew was playing, Count Laussitz must have received his own order, and brought the army to the border of Göttingen, if Duke Mason won the battle soon, he would march to share the fruits of victory, if the Duke of Saxony returned to the army and quickly defeated Duke Mason, he would immediately flee with his army, but Count Lauzett did not expect that Göttingenburg would be defeated by Arrod so quickly, Generally, the siege of the city does not have three Sundays, and the medieval siege battle without siege equipment is a long and endurance thing.

"My most honored, most admired, most revered Lord Duke." Count Lauzitz, who was now dressed in simple chain mail and a blouse, and wore an otter fur hat on his head, immediately fell to his knees on his knees, and grabbed Duke Mason's right hand with his fat and wet hands, kissed and kissed the green emerald jewel ring on his right hand, and said words of sensual praise in his mouth.

"That's enough." Duke Mason finally withdrew his hand, looked at the pitiful Count Lauzitz in front of him and couldn't help sighing, his own vassals were not many, and the one who could be called loyal was this blood-related nephew, thinking of this, Duke Mason couldn't blame anything, "Why don't you obey my orders and gather the army and bring it to me, I don't know if I urgently need your army?" ”

"My most honorable duke, I have suffered heavy losses from the attack of the Duke of Saxony in Brunswickshire, and it will take some time to collect the remnants of the defeated army, and it will not be deliberately delayed." Count Lauzitz took off the hat from his head and grasped it in his hands, looked at Duke Mason with pitiful and innocent eyes, and begged the Duke for mercy.

"Hmph, you have to remember that I have everything you have, and if you refuse to obey my orders the next time, I will strip you of your title and your castle, and let you go back to the country to stay with the stinking farmers." Duke Mason sat back in his seat and said to Count Lauzitz in a stern tone.

"Yes, yes, there's no next time, my Lord Duke." Count Lauzitz wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hat in horror, and if a man who had tasted power was deprived of his rights, it would be better to let him die.

Duke Mason couldn't help but be a little bored when he looked at Count Lautz's appearance, he waved at the chubby Count Lautz, meaning to let him go away, Count Lausitz quickly stood up and turned a few steps back, suddenly remembered something and hurriedly turned around again, and said to Duke Mason.

"Your Excellency Duke, is it true that it was the Wendell family who conquered Göttingenburg?"

"Well, yes." Duke Mason raised his eyelids and looked at Count Lautz, and a sound came out of his nose, indicating that the incident was true, and Count Lausitz immediately saw the displeasure on Duke Mason's face, and immediately rejoiced in his heart, satisfied with the abbot's suggestion.

"Oh, then Lord Duke, do you really want to make the boy of the Wendell family an earl?" Count Lauzitz looked at Duke Mason's face cautiously and asked, knowing that Duke Mason had an unusual attachment to the land, and that any attempt to take away the Hermann family's land would make him hate.

"I have promised in front of all the nobles that whoever can conquer the castle will be my new earl." Duke Mason's brow furrowed even tighter, and Count Lautz's words made him more and more annoyed.

"But what you promised was to make him an earl, and you didn't say that you must give him your land, Lord Duke." Count Lauzitz approached the Duke cautiously and said in a sly tone.

"What do you mean?" Duke Mason looked back at this time, as if his nephew had some solution to this problem.

"I remember you once had the title of Mecklenburg Shire." Count Lauzitz's eyes narrowed, his gaze like a snake in the fireplace fire, and the shadow of his body swayed in the firelight, almost the entire room, and he whispered to the Duke.

"Mecklenburg?" Duke Mason lowered his head and stood up and thought carefully, and finally remembered that because his maternal grandmother was a West Slavic nobleman from Mecklenburg County, the Germanic region, so according to the feudal inheritance law, the descendants had the right to claim the title of Mecklenburg County, but on the one hand, Mecklenburg was now the pagan West Slavic Duke Pulkibislav. Europe. Rügen's territory is not under the glory of the lord at all, and on the other hand, the title has passed the statute of limitations strictly according to the law of noble titles, and it is simply impossible from a legal point of view, but he did not take it to heart and publicly gave it up.

"Giving the title of Mecklenburg to the son of the Wendell family will not only fulfill the promise you have made, Lord Duke, but will also not damage your prestige, and the nobles will be impeccable."

"Well, I need to think again." Duke Mason raised his head and glanced at Count Lauzitz and couldn't help but have a good impression of this fat man, this nephew of his own still looked very useful.

The next day, Duke Mason summoned his vassals and nobles to the Hall of Lords, where he rewarded and promised the valiant knights and nobles in this battle, and encouraged them to continue to fight with him until the hateful Duke of Saxony was defeated.

"Lord Arrod, son of Baron Wendell, please come forward." Duke Mason sat on the lord's seat, wearing the duke's golden tiara, wearing a blue velvet cardigan, wearing a precious jeweled gold cross around his neck, and the fingers of his two hands were covered with various rings, and when he raised his right hand and said to Arold, the nobles in the hall fell silent, and they stared wide to see if Duke Mason would really fulfill his promise to make the young knight an earl.

"Yes, Lord Duke." Arold hurriedly stepped forward, he knelt down on one knee and raised his head, looking at the Duke of Mason in front of him, at this time Arold saw that standing on the left side of Duke Mason was the duke's eldest son, Sir Ebel, Sir Abel was still handsome, but with a worried look on his face, and on the other side of the duke's right hand stood Count Lautz, at this time Arold had a faint feeling in his heart.

"In recognition of Sir Arold's valor in the conquest of Göttingenburg, I grant you the title of Earl, and allow you to be my vassal, under my protection, and I will punish anyone who dares to attack you in defiance of God's decrees, and grant you the right to rule over the lands under the title, and you, Lord Arold, may henceforth call yourself Count of Mecklenburg." Duke Mason announced in a sonorous voice, his voice echoed in the hall, and the nobles were in an uproar when they heard it, but Arold still didn't understand what was going on, so he hurriedly bowed his head and thanked Duke Mason for his gift.

"How Mecklenburg."

"No, is the Duke mistaken, where is not the land of the Duchy of Mason."

"It's the land of the pagan West Slavs, how can this be like this~~~."

"Hey, I don't understand it, the Duke doesn't want to give the title of Earl to a country gentry at all."

"There's a good show, hahaha."

The nobles stared at Arrod, who was unaware, with pity, sarcasm, and jokes, with all kinds of expressions, and their whispers echoed in the hall of the lord of Göttingen.

"Congratulations, Lord Count Mecklenburg, Haluha." Count Lautz walked up to Arold with a wink, and said in a mocking tone.