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The requirement for the nobles to read and write was the first lord's decree issued by Arold at the beginning of the new year, and this decree even attracted the inquiry of the Friars of St. Jome, because the control of writing and knowledge is the work of the church, the nobles have the sword to defend law and order, and the clergy have the Bible and quills in their hands to control the culture and interpretation of the Bible in the whole society, so this edict of Mecklenburg is considered by many to be extremely out-of-the-ordinary. But Arrod dared to do so because he knew that not many people would pay attention to a frontier territory like Mecklenburg, which was on the front line of war with the infidels.

"Earl, we don't understand." A nobleman's son, who was being taught the war rules, stood up and asked Harold the question, and Arold looked at the young man in front of him, who had come to Mecklenburg with his father to file a lawsuit, and nodded at him to encourage him to raise his doubts.

"Say it."

"Why don't you let us train in combat skills, but instead torture us like slaves every day, we are also nobles with our own self-esteem." Harold said loudly, and although no one in the hall echoed him, their expressions showed that they agreed with Harold's opinion.

"Bastard, you are a courtier of Lord Earl, and you must obey the orders of your sovereign." Yves yelled at Harold, but Arold smiled and waved his hand for Harold to continue.

"But according to our Carolingian tradition, the nobles are only vassals of the monarch, and if the monarch is tyrannical, the nobles can stay away from him." Harold offered tradition as a counter-to the tenacity of the power of tradition in this era, to which even Mecklenburg, on the border of the East Franconian kingdom, was bound.

"Hairy kid who makes a lot of nonsense." The Count of Yves was enraged. He strode forward and almost pushed the tip of his nose into Harold's face, in his opinion these bullshit traditions were just a coward's excuse, his tall body like a half-iron tower stood in front of Harold, and everyone around him unconsciously scattered and retreated, leaving Harold standing in front of Yve.

"Hahaha, your name is Harold. You are right, according to Carolingian tradition, you new nobles should be entertained by the lord in Mecklenburg, and then arrange for your promotion in the order of your noble blood, and finally obtain land and glory for my service. Arrod still had a smile on his face, but gradually everyone could feel that he was not really smiling, and it was true that the nobles were a relatively good group of people in this era, not only in the continent of Europa, but also in all countries in the world at this time. The idea that power is in the hands of a small number of great families, and the idea that they can rule over others by believing that they are of noble blood is not isolated.

"Aren't all the lords following this Carolingian tradition?" Harold was still stubborn.

"Yes, if you follow the usual noble promotion path, I will follow this tradition, but Harold, as far as I know, you are not your father's eldest son, which means that if you enter my court, it should be your brother instead of you, until your brother dies, you can replace him, do you want your fat brother to replace you in my court?" Arold put away his smile and said to Harold with a stern face. At this time, the noble children who stayed at the headquarters of the Teutonic knights can be said to have suffered enough, but they still chose to stay. This is because they are almost the only one to go, although they have been influenced by aristocratic culture and tradition since childhood, but once it comes to their own interests, no one will be confused.

"I, hmm." Harold lowered his head, his face red and his fists clenched. The humiliation of being expelled by his incompetent brother seems to have reappeared, and he swore that he would never give up until he was a person.

"Got it, is this here? It is the headquarters of the Teutonic Order, which I have set up so that those who are able to do so can be used by me, where you will learn how to obey and be disciplined. and all kinds of war skills, and the Knights will reward you with honor, wealth, and land, far beyond your own expectations. Arold walked around the straight Harold who was standing, and his mouth was full of hope and hope for the future in these young men, and all the people could not help but smile on their faces, as if they saw themselves returning home in bright armor, and those who had despised them in the past would have grown their mouths in astonishment, and if it were someone else who said this, these young men of good blood might have been full of old fists, but who was Arryd, the Earl of Mecklenburg and Sealand, and he held a large amount of land and peasants in his hands.

"Count, I see, only in the Teutonic Knights can I be glorified." Harold finally figured it out, he raised his head and his eyes were no longer confused, and he was no longer haunted by the vague so-called aristocratic reserve.

"It's good to understand, good iron must be tempered by fire and ice to become a good sword, and I believe that everyone who stays here now will become a good sword in the future." Arold regained his kind smile at this time, he walked to the crowd and stood in front of them, with a sword at his waist and a black cloak hanging behind him, and strangely at this time, a ray of sunlight came in from the window above, so that Arold was bathed in light in the eyes of everyone, and involuntarily Harold knelt down on one knee in front of Arold, held Arold's cloak with his left hand, and leaned his lips over to kiss the cloak.

"I swear allegiance to the Earl." The rest of the nobles, led by Harold, fell to their knees and swore their allegiance to Arjod in a loud voice, and the hall resounded with the solemn oath of the young men.

"In the Teutonic Knights, I am not only your lord, but also your Grand Master." Arold said to the lads who had sworn an oath to him.

"Swear allegiance to the Grand Master, swear allegiance to the Teutonic Knights." The solemn oath sounded again, and Arold smiled with satisfaction this time, as if he saw a small seed sprouting and growing in the fertile soil.

"Arold, you are still clever and skillful, these children can die for you from now on." As Arold and Yf walked out of the hall, Yf looked around to see that there was no one else, and then said to Arold.

"It's just a momentary rush of blood and it doesn't last long, and the only thing that can really maintain loyalty is strict discipline and team consciousness." Arold said to Eve, who was beside him.

"Well, you're right, I've always thought back to the night at Fort Lida, the guys whose souls should go to hell, and I treated them like brothers, but they opened the gates for a few silver coins like Judas." Yve's face showed a sad expression, and he had been haunted by this sudden betrayal.

"Those traitors I have always ordered the Blooddrop Brotherhood to track down, and the blood debt must be paid with blood." Arrod's eyes also shot a look of hatred, and he gritted his teeth and assured Ive.

"I'm sure you can do it, and make sure they taste hell before they die." Yves nodded in agreement, he felt a faint pain in the prosthetic leg he was fitting, so he lowered his eyes to look at the prosthetic limb with the iron hand, when the prosthetic limb was gloved, it was almost impossible to see that it was fake, and I have to say that the technology of the Mecklenburg smelting base is getting better and better.

"Don't worry, by the way, what do you think of these boys, can they go to war?" Arrold reached out and patted his brother on the shoulder, turning his head to look behind him, Dylan. Matt is teaching the lads who are finally getting serious to read.

"No one can say for sure if you haven't experienced the baptism of blood, as long as you don't pee your pants for the first time, you're a good soldier." Yves laughed and said to Arrod, indeed the real good soldier is a veteran who has survived the battle.

This is also the reason why other lords don't want to organize a standing army out of their own pockets, you finally spend money to form an army on the battlefield will be lost, the waste is the lord's own money, but the levies do not have zài this problem, weapons and food soldiers bring their own, if they have money, they will wear good armor, and if they have no money, they will wear good armor, and if they have no money, they will be in tattered clothes and hold wooden sticks, but no matter what, as long as they fight a few battles, those who survive are good soldiers, which is a good way for medieval war lords to maintain their armies at low cost, What's more, everyone is Christian, and the nobles are still inextricably linked with each other, so it is not ashamed to fight and sue for peace.

But this approach is not practical for Mecklenburg, why? Arold's territory is in danger of being invaded by heretics and aliens at any time, if he is an unenterprising lord, it's just a big deal, it's a big deal to find a powerful nobleman as a vassal, although he will endure the feudal obligation of paying all kinds of military service and materials, but once Arold is invaded, as long as he hides in the castle and insists on the rescue of his vassal monarch, it's a pity that Arold's soul comes from another world, that self-improvement and never yielding nation, Not only did he have to resist the enemy on his own, but he even planned to fight back to swallow the lands of the infidels.

"Soon, I want you to lead these lads into a battle, and you have to be ready." Arold rubbed his hands together and looked to the land to the east, where the Slavic hero Kang Tuoyi had cornered his own brother.

"Aha, I'm finally going to taste blood." Not only was Yves not afraid, but he also had a longing expression on his face, and he was awakened by the howls of Fort Lida all day long, which made him prefer to face the enemy and face the fight. (A good event for pie in the sky, cool mobile phones are waiting for you!) Follow from ~ Dian/Chinese network public account (WeChat add friends - add public account - enter ddxiaoshuo), participate now! Everyone has a prize, now pay attention to ddxiaoshuo WeChat public account! (To be continued......)

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