In the early morning of the next day, the sleepy-eyed Shirley rubbed her eyes, she was surprised to find that Arold did not return to her room, which made her a little depressed and uneasy, maybe Arold was drunk and fell asleep directly in the lord's hall, thinking of this, Shirley suddenly remembered that she was still in Arold's room, although she was ready, but now nothing happened.

"Yikes." When Shirley tiptoed out of the door, she suddenly made a soft snort under her feet, because she seemed to be stepping on a soft thing, and then she realized that she was stepping on Count Arrod, the supreme ruler of Mecklenburgshire, this count was rubbing his stomach, and got up from the ground with a bitter face, and there was a wool blanket on the ground, could it be that Arold slept at the door last night, Shirley covered her small mouth and widened her eyes.

"Well, you've woken up, the damn ground is harder than the bed in Sir Wendell's house in Black Swamp." Arold yawned and rubbed his waist and walked into his room, desperately needing a good night's sleep, leaving Shirley stunned at the door.

"Did he sleep at the door last night so as not to disturb me?" Thinking of this, Shirley's face couldn't help but flush, her charm was so unbearable that a mature man was unwilling to share the bed, but Shirley's heart felt a burst of emotion, although this count treated the Slavs extremely coldly, but he didn't expect to be very gentle with himself.

In mixed feelings, Shirley left Arrod's bedroom, and Arold did not know the mood of the priestess of the Dao. He slept peacefully on the bed with the smell of the priestess's body, the nobles of the Middle Ages were rarely in the habit of getting up early, and no one in the cold Europa morning was willing to leave his warm bed except for the farmer who got up early and greedy for darkness, and it was not until the sun rose and dispelled all the fog that the castle lord's kitchen began to get busy.

"Good morning, Lord Count." After making up for a night's sleep and having eaten the breakfast brought by the little attendant, Arold put on a white fine linen top and a black cloak. Holding two hounds gifted by Duke Mason. Riding on his horse, he invited Gibran to hunt in the forest, with five retinues behind him.

"Did Gibran rest well last night?" Arold rode in front of two servants, striking them with sticks in the bushes, trying to frighten the small animals inside. Asked Gibran politely.

"Very good. It's like being in your own home. Gibran said to Arrod with satisfaction. Indeed, the castle is very comfortable in terms of food and accommodation, and the word "homely" could not be more appropriate.

"That's good, it's my expectation that you'll be satisfied."

"Oh. There seemed to be movement in the Earl's place. Gibran pointed ahead, and sure enough, out of the bushes came a grey badger, the chubby creature was scurrying around in fright, and Arold's two hounds barked at it.

"Go." Arold let go of the hound's rope, and the two well-trained hounds flew over, and Arold took the bow and arrow from the servant, and he focused on aiming the bow in the direction of the desperate badger being pursued, until the badger was forced under a big tree by the hound, and when there was no way to retreat, the badger also aroused the wildness, and it turned around and grinned at the hound, but at this moment Arold's fingers were released, and the arrow hit the badger and knocked it to the ground.

"Good archery." Gibran exclaimed that hunting was part of the military practice of the nobles in peacetime, and the military qualities of the nobles could be seen from hunting.

"Do you know how I dealt with the chief of Rostock? It's like dealing with this badger, let's get it out of the way and shoot the deadliest arrows when it's cornered, but what I didn't expect was that the chief of Rostock was killed by someone else, which made me uncomfortable, as if my prey had been stolen. As he watched the servant run forward and wring up the dead badger, Arrod spoke to Gibran with ease.

"You have a point, but it was you, my Earl, who defeated the Chief of Rostock." Gibran knows very well what to say when to say, but Arold's defeat of Chief Rostock is indeed unexpected by many people, if it is not for Arold defeating Chief Rostock's army, Marty would not have taken the opportunity to kill Chief Rostock, it can be said that the dead of Chief Rostock are still counted on Arold's head.

"The division of the Slavs is a good time for the expansion of the empire, and I hope that His Majesty the Emperor will be able to conquer the Slavic lands smoothly." Arold said to Gibran, but his words have ulterior motives, don't think that he casually invited Gibran to hunt together, and then exchange experiences in defeating the Slavs, in fact, Arold is sending a signal to the royal family through Gibran that he will continue to attack the Slavs, the pagan Slavs are weak and can be bullied, and they occupy a lot of land.

"With your help, I believe that I will definitely help His Majesty the Emperor to win the victory, but the dukes are homesick, I am afraid that there will be a period of peace for a long time." Gibran is not stupid, he understands Arrod's intentions, but politics is like this, if there is interest, who is not willing to attack the weak, but instability began to appear within the empire, and the tribal dukes were afraid of the expansion of the royal family, and I am afraid that they would not continue to support the expansion of the Slavs.

"Really? It's a shame. Arold was disappointed, expecting the royal attack to distract the Slavs, but the seemingly vast Holy Roman Empire was also in a hurry, and Henry the Bird Catcher was too lenient with the dukes for the sake of his throne.

"But, Lord Earl, I don't know if I should say it or not?" Gibran thought for a moment and said hesitantly to Arrod.

"Oh, please tell me, Lord Gibran, you know that I have always considered you my friend." Arrod knew that this senior courtier of the royal family was well-informed and perhaps had unique opinions.

"You know that there are times when we will have to deal with the devil first for the sake of the Lord's long-term interests,"

"What do you mean?"

"Wille is the key, and it will be of great benefit to you to control Rostock if you can get the support of the Wille people." Gibran had long seen Arrod's ambitions, and he broke the way in one word.

"Weltyshire?" Arrod frowned, lost in thought. (To be continued......)