"Smack~~." A silver cup was thrown to the ground, and the red wine in it spilled all over the ground, and Count Lauzitz was furious like a trapped beast, he was told that he could not attend the funeral of the old duke, which made him feel angry and humiliated, as the second in line to inherit the title of duke, he, Count Lauzitz, was not allowed to attend the funeral, which was an important signal for the nobles in the court of the Duchy of Mason, that is, the former favorite of the court of the Duchy of Mason, the Count of Lauzitz, had lost his power.

"If I had known this, it would have been better to let the old guy live." Count Lauzitz said indignantly.

"Earl, our time is running out, and after Jeff's death, his one-eyed henchman has lost sight of him, and it seems that he has lost faith in us, but the Viking mercenaries have not left, but they have already ruined your manor." The birthmark on Brother Robert's face twitched a few times, and he didn't expect that things were going beyond their plans, and that the situation was gradually becoming out of control.

"Arold and Abel must be separated, and their union has doubled the pressure on me." Count Lausitz clasped his hands crossed, he had this problem when he was anxious, the once arrogant and invincible Count Lauzitz was now emaciated, Abel inherited the title of duke, and the orthodoxy in the court completely fell to Abel, and the great strength shown by Arold made the remaining courtiers silent, not to mention the three major vassal forces allied in the battle with the Duke of Bohemia, and before he knew it, the young Arold he once despised had become a behemoth.

"If it's before. There's nothing good to do yet, but now I have an idea. A sinister smile crossed Brother Robert's lips, and his words caught the attention of Count Lauzitz, who looked at the scheming monk.

"You mean there's a way to get Arrod to leave?"

"Lord Count Lausitz, I have been studying this young nobleman and the news brought by the merchants who have returned from Mecklenburg, and I have come to this conclusion." Brother Robert paused, which made the itchy Count Lautz almost want to strangle this flirtatious fellow, but now he had to look at Robert patiently.

"Go on." Count Lautz said weakly.

"The so-called German mercenary regiment. Actually, it was a conscription from Mecklenburgshire. Brother Robert finally came to this conclusion. Count Lauzitz's eyes widened, he felt that Brother Robert's words were simply a ridiculous joke, conscripts? Those light infantry, made up of tattered peasants, able to defeat the terrible Bohemians? Brother Robert was kicked in the head by a donkey, or was there something wrong with his own ears?

"Are you kidding?" Count Lauz's head shook like a rattle. He refused to believe this ridiculous conclusion.

"That's right. He was a conscription in Mecklenburgshire. Arold succeeded in conquering Mecklenburg with a group of mercenaries, but those mercenaries were not numerous, and they were by no means a German mercenary group composed of Germanic peoples. This army. It was the conscripts who grew up in the war with the Slavs, and after the end of the war of conquest, Arold not only did not disband them, but expanded the size of the army and turned them into mercenaries. "Brother Robert's analysis turned out to be so inseparable, that Count Lausitz was dumbfounded, and turned his county's entire army into a mercenary for professional combat, what kind of person could come up with this?

"Those conscripted peasant soldiers are willing to become lowly mercenaries?" Rauzitz took a deep breath and was shocked to hear that mercenaries were a collection of desperate bankrupts, outcasts, and adventurers, and that farmers would not join the mercenaries as long as they had land to cultivate to make ends meet.

"I don't know what kind of means Arrod used, those soldiers of the German mercenary regiment are loyal to him, and they are brave enough to fight and forbidden, which I can't understand." Brother Robert's brows furrowed, what he didn't know was that the soldiers of these German mercenary regiments were all men with families from Mecklenburg County, and they were by no means ordinary mercenary groups composed of outcast adventurers, and they were repeatedly instilled with the concept of honor and discipline, supplemented by strict training and generous honorariums, completely according to the model of a professional soldier, of course, for the nobles who were accustomed to the rough way of gathering peasant soldiers, this was an unimaginable way of building an army.

"It's not worse, this terrible army is now stationed in the castle, watching our every move, and these mercenaries can't be bought yet." Count Lauzitz held his forehead and said with a headache.

"No, if it's an ordinary mercenary, I can't do this strategy, do you remember? Decades ago, apart from the Magyar invasions, the terrible Vikings in the north drove their dragon-headed warships and ransacked the territories along the river waterways? Brother Robert said to Count Lauzitz that alarm bells were ringing in the princely realms of East Francia, and the prayers in the church were that the demons from the north would not befall him or his family.

"Vikings?" Of course Count Lauzitz knew, and now he had hired dozens of Vikings, who were tall and loud and rude, and it was a headache for him.

"Yes, Mecklenburgshire, Arold's territory is across the sea from those northerners, and if those Vikings attack Mecklenburgshire, Arold will definitely send his army back to protect his territory." A sinister smile appeared on Brother Robert's face, and Count Lauzitz fell silent at his words, pacing back and forth in the room with his hands in his hands, and after a moment he finally raised his head.

"That's it, but we're not familiar with the Vikings, how do we deal with them and convince them to attack Mecklenburg?"

"Don't be convinced, those northerners are insatiable people, I just need to sue your mercenary leader, Krezer. Val, as rich as the territory is, he will tell his relatives and friends, as long as the news spreads among the Navians, they will swarm them, and those terrible northerners are enough for Arrod to have a headache. Brother Robert said with a smile. (To be continued......)