Princess Josie sat in the courtyard with a baby cradle made by a skilled craftsman of Mecklenburg, with a carved cradle of knights and angels holding spears, like children in the bassinet guarding them.

"Your Royal Highness Princess, you see that His Royal Highness William is smiling at us." The princess's maids gathered around the bassinet, and they looked at the lovely child with pleasure and teased him.

"The Duke is already on his way to Agao, and he will be able to reach it in about a week." Prince Otto's Slavic mistress, who was also in the courtyard with her own child, sat on the other side of Princess Josie and said.

"What kind of person is Prince Otto?" Princess Josie asked curiously.

"How to put it, his face is as if carved with a knife, his chin is sharpened and powerful, and his will is like a stone wall." Prince Otto's Slavic mistress replied that, unlike the Orientals, the Europa did not shy away from these topics, and that the superior often had beautiful women with special relationships, and even had illegitimate children who were not recognized by society.

"Sounds like a great ruler." Princess Josie smiled slightly, in the past, when Arold was a vassal of Duke Mason, she didn't care about the royal family, because the vassal of the vassal was not a vassal of the king, but now that Arold wants to become a vassal of the king, then as a virtuous helper, she must care about the relationship between the royal family.

"Probably, but Prince Otto still has a hard way to go if he wants to become king." Prince Otto's mistress said with a somewhat gloomy countenance, remembering her days with Prince Otto, but she was also clever enough to know how to please the mistress of the castle.

"Oh, why is that?"

"The eldest son of our noble King Xià is not Prince Otto, but His Majesty the King passed the throne to Otto, which is contrary to the Carolingian tradition. His brothers will not rest on their laurels. Prince Otto's mistress was well aware of the inner workings of the Saxon royal family, after all, she had deep down ambitions to become a member of the royal family.

"I have heard about it, but His Majesty the King has forced the dukes to recognize this method of succession." Princess Josie, as a member of the upper nobility, is of course very clear about these news.

"That's right, I have to say that His Majesty the King is a very skillful ruler, but whether the dukes really obey sincerely is another matter."

"Speaking of which. My husband jumped in at the height of the dispute between the royal family and the local dukes. Princess Josie took a deep breath, she looked around a little hesitantly, the royal family was too far away from them, but the threat of those aggressive dukes was real.

"Don't worry about Your Royal Highness, Lord Duke Mecklenburg is the youngest and most promising nobleman I have ever met, and he must have his own plans." Prince Otto's mistress hurriedly comforted Princess Josie.

"I'm just worried that Arold is too conceited, and the struggle in the court is extremely dark and bloody, not to mention that this is a struggle involving the largest court of the kingdom and the courts of various principalities." Princess Josie walked to the cradle, where she picked up her son William and took him in her arms. To be honest, she prefers to watch her children grow up calmly.

"Wow wow~~~." The infant William didn't know what was happening, he looked at his mother with wide blue eyes, and opened his mouth wide to cry for food.

A few days later, Arold and his party arrived in the territory of the Duchy of Saxony, where two Saxon knights were already waiting for him at the border.

"Is it the honorable Duke of Mecklenburg?" The Saxon knight walked out of the border checkpoint, arranging his armor as he went. And put on a Germanic nose helmet.

"I am." Arold looked at the level in front of him, which was made of a small tree down, and outside the small wooden house built next to it sat several Saxon soldiers with spears. Access to the Duchy of Saxony was through this path, where Saxon soldiers collected toll taxes from passing merchants and travelers.

"Move this away, this is the guest of His Majesty the King, the Duke of the Duchy of Mecklenburg." The Saxon knight pointed to the Saxon soldiers sitting next to him and ordered them.

"Yes." The Saxon soldiers hurriedly removed the fallen tree and allowed Arold and his retinue to enter the country. Harlan rode on his horse and held aloft Arold's black lion heraldic banner.

"We have been waiting here for a long time, and Prince Otto has instructed us to receive you personally." The Saxon knight said politely to Arrod.

"Thank you, Your Highness the Prince, for your kindness." Arold replied politely, and as he boarded the carriage and went some further, the sound of horses' hoofs sounded from the other side of the road.

"Gray Law ~~~." I saw a young nobleman dressed in hunting clothes rushing towards with a group of Saxon knights, and the road in the Duchy of Saxony was very narrow. It was impossible to accommodate two people side by side at the same time, and suddenly the road was blocked.

"Who's in front? Get out of the way of me at once. The young nobleman scolded on his horse, and his Saxon knights rushed forward.

"What's going on?" Arold poked his head out of the carriage and asked Osvid with a frown.

"A group of impudent Saxon aristocrats have come ahead, and they want us to get out of the way." Osveld looked around on his horse, and he said to Arryd.

"Tell them, we have a lot of luggage and the journey is inconvenient, please get out of the way a little, and wait for my carriage to pass Guò before letting the others pass Guò." Arold thought for a moment and said to Osvid that his carriage could not go backwards.

"It's the Duke." Osveld nodded and was about to leave, but was stopped by Arold again.

"We're here as guests, so we have to be polite."

"I will, Lord Duke." Osvid kicked his horse in the belly with his heel and walked towards the group of Saxon nobles.

"Get out of the way, you're in our way." The young nobleman angrily pointed at Osvid with the whip in his hand and said.

"My lord, I'm sorry that our carriage can't go back, could you please let our carriage go back?" Osveld looked at the arrogant young nobleman in front of him, he suppressed the anger in his heart and lowered his head and said.

"Do you know whose path you're standing in? I'm not going to care about your broken carriage, get me out of the way. But the young nobleman paid no heed, and cried out like a spoiled child.

"Yes, since the carriage can't go back, let's overturn his carriage and have some fun." The Saxon knights, who had followed the young nobles, laughed and stepped forward.

"Bold fellows, inside the carriage is a duke, dare you come forward and try it." Osvid tightened his grip on the reins of his horse and pulled the sword out of his belt, believing that revealing Arjord's identity would make it difficult for the Saxon nobles to retreat.

"Hahaha." But instead of being afraid, the Saxon nobles laughed uncontrollably.

"I don't know if it's the Duke, why haven't I ever seen this coat of arms and flag?" The young nobleman asked with a strange smile on his face and a look of watching a good show.

"Oh no." At this time, the Saxon knight who came from behind to greet Arrod glanced at the young nobleman opposite Arold, and his face suddenly turned pale, and he looked sad.

"What's wrong?" Arold asked curiously.

"That's His Royal Highness Prince Donkmar, God, how the hell did you meet him here." The Saxon knight grumbled with a sad face.

"We are the Duke of Mecklenburg's men, and it is the Duke of Mecklenburg himself who is in the carriage." Osvid glared at His Royal Highness Prince Donkmar, and he was even more angry when he saw that these people had no respect for Arrod.

"Duke of Mecklenburg? I've never heard of it, it's the hillbillies there, look at your dirty scum dress, it's really a group of rednecks who have never seen the world, hahaha. His Royal Highness Prince Donkmar and his knights laughed, in fact, when Ausveld said that a duke was in the carriage, Donkmar and his men still thought that the duke had arrived in Saxony, but when they heard that it was only a little-known Duke of Mecklenburg, they couldn't help but laugh even more presumptuously.

"Damn guys." The Mecklenburgers did not acquire land by inheritance, they took the land from the pagans with a knife and a gun, and therefore had an extraordinary admiration and respect for the commander Arrod, but as soon as they set foot on the land of Saxony they were ridiculed, and in any case they could not suppress this breath, and every Mecklenburger began to become indignant.

"Lord Duke, let's teach this group of gentlemen a lesson." Even the old Barron couldn't help it, and he reported to Arrod.

"Hmph." Arold's face was also gloomy and terrible, yes, he needed the support of the royal family to consolidate his authority and expand his influence, but today's status is the result of his and his legion's bloody battles, and it is definitely not obtained by other people's charity and luck, the sense of honor is an important magic weapon to maintain the Mecklenburg Legion, if the honor is tarnished by others and does not resist, then what is the meaning of this qiē?

"Lord Duke, please calm your anger, I will go and talk to His Highness Donkmar." The Saxon knight who greeted Arold hurriedly said.

"No, no, I had a tinnitus just now, and I really didn't hear what you said?" Arold stretched out the little finger of his left hand and plucked out his ear.

"What are you going to do?" The Saxon knight's mouth opened wide, and he felt a hint of foreboding welling up in his heart.

"I just saw a group of robbers blocking the road and trying to rob, there is no way, the only way to deal with the thieves who are blocking the road is to solve it by force." Arold said to the Saxon knight lightly. (To be continued......)