After the naming day, Arold led a party of thirty men to Aaron, where he was to pay allegiance to the royal family of Saxony and become a vassal of the king of East Francia.

"Hmm, this is the damn path." Even if Arold had covered the seats of the carriage with thick velvet cushions, it would have been to no avail, but fortunately the driver of the carriage was skilled enough, otherwise Arold would have almost jolted off the carriage.

"Lord Duke, there is Lübeck ahead." The first territory that Arold passed through was Mecklenburg's neighbor Lübeck, who had hosted the Count of Lübeck in his castle.

"Send someone to the castle of the Count of Lübeck and ask for us to stay for one night." Arold said to the knight who followed him.

"It's the Duke." The knight immediately took Arold's banner in his hand and headed towards the castle of the Count of Lübeck, and the peasants who were plowing along the way looked curiously at the knight galloping by.

"Let's lean against the side of the road and take a break." Arold felt a little uncomfortable in his bladder, and he stuck his head out of the carriage and said to his entourage.

"Yes." The attendants hurriedly took off the tongs and utensils they were carrying, and set up a simple small tent in the small forest by the roadside, so that Arold could rest and shade in it.

"Whew." Arold walked under a large tree in the grove, and he opened his shade pouch and pulled out his work, and a jet of water rushed to the base of the tree.

"Oh, who's who, damn it." But from behind the tree came a man's voice, and he turned from behind the tree angrily with a loud scolding.

"Uh, sorry, I didn't mean to." Arold hurriedly put his work back into his pants, he knew that he must have spilled urine on someone else, but he didn't mean to. Who knew there would be someone behind the tree.

"You did it on purpose." Out of the tree came a young nobleman wearing a green hat with a red bird feather stuck in his flat hat. He is dressed in the everyday garment of a Germanic people, but with a long sword at his waist indicating his identity.

"I'm already sorry for that." Arold also felt a little dissatisfied. It was true that he didn't see the other party, but the young nobleman looked unrelenting.

"What's going on, Jereve?" At this moment, a bewitching girl came out from behind the tree, her blonde hair was slightly disheveled, and her clothes were crumpled and crumpled, which easily reminded people of something that should not be thought of.

"Don't come out, Catherine, it's this impudent guy who just spilled urine on me, I'm going to kill him." The young nobleman named Jeriff drew his sword from his waist. Seeing the young nobleman draw his sword, Arrod couldn't help but take a few steps back, because his sword was usually held by the sword-wielding attendant, and the sword-wielding attendant was not by his side at this time.

"Wow~~." But of course, Arrod was not going to sit still, he saw a dead tree next to him, and he went up and kicked it off, and picked up a branch that was the thickness of his wrist.

"Jereve, I don't think this gentleman meant it, forget it." Catherine reached out and took the young nobleman's sword-wielding hand, and she smiled at Arrod, who was holding the branches of dead wood in both hands, and seemed to smash and advise Arold at the same time.

"This unreasonable guy still stabbed me to death." Jereve pouted. And did not let go of his sword.

"Hmph, then you might as well try it, if it weren't for the fact that I didn't have a sword in my hand. How could I put it in my eyes as a fanatic like you. Arrod snorted coldly, he commanded the army to fight against many strong enemies, and he was also in command among the thousands of armies, and he had also experienced several times in life and death, how could he put this kind of young nobleman in his eyes.

"Ha, it turns out that you are a nobleman, in this case, I will spare you for the sake of your noble blood." The young nobleman Jerif proudly inserted his sword back, and he felt that he was truly magnanimous.

"I said it was just a misunderstanding, and the trees blocked my view." Since the other party didn't plan to mess around, Arold didn't want to make trouble over such a trivial matter. He took a few steps back and turned to leave the grove, and several of Mecklenburg's attendants looked at the iron-faced Arrod with puzzled expressions.

"Hey. This coward, his clothes really don't look like a nobleman. It can't be a fake. Jeff whistled in the direction Arjod had left, and Arold was dressed in an ordinary Germanic robe, and he didn't have a sword on his body, and he really couldn't tell that he was a nobleman.

"Don't make a fuss about it, we might be in trouble." Catherine, however, put her hand on Jerryph's chest, her brow furrowed, and the delicate feminine mind made her feel that Arrod was extraordinary.

"What do you mean?" Gereve looked at Catherine with a solemn expression, but was soon attracted to Catherine's delicate face again, and he put his lips close to Catherine in the hope of gaining the favor of the beauty, but Catherine avoided her.

"Don't make a fuss, I always think this man's identity is extraordinary, let's get out of here quickly." Catherine said warily to Jereph.

"Why? You know how long it took me to find my chance. Jereve opened his hands in disappointment and said to Catherine.

"My uncle is going to betroth me to the baron, this may be our last chance for a tryst, today I just wanted to make a good memory, but it seems that God will not allow us to be together again." Catherine quickly dodged Jerive's enthusiasm, and she jumped to the other side like a fawn, where she had a maroon horse on a leash.

"That old man, the Count is going to marry you to that bad old man?" Jereve looked at Catherine's graceful figure, and he shouted angrily in the forest, but Catherine had already mounted her horse.

"Gray Law ~~~." The red horse raised its neck and neighed, carrying the beautiful woman on its back towards Lübeckburg.

"Damn, it's all that stranger's fault." Jeff jerked out his sword, chopping trees in the forest, venting his anger on innocent trees, and hating Arrod very much.

Arold did not know that he had disturbed the tryst of the young men, and he did not take the affairs of the forest seriously, for after a while the knights who had gone to Lübeckburg returned, along with a courtier of the Earl of Lübeck, who warmly welcomed Arold and his retinue to Lübeckburg.

"It's got to be ~~." Arold sat in the carriage and staggered towards Lübeckburg, where several servants helped him to take out a sumptuous garment from his trunk for the official banquet. (To be continued)