"The silver can be divided equally, but what about the land?" The Count of Weimar asked the Duke of Abel that when he brought it up, it made everyone else pay attention, and in the age of agriculture there was nothing more precious than land, you must know that almost all social resources are grown from the land, the crops grown in the land can feed the army, and the hemp produced can become warm linen, so the powerful nobles have a lot of land, not to mention that most of the land of the Bohemians is suitable for horses and sheep grazing, Animal husbandry could also be lucrative for the aristocracy.

"If the land is divided equally, it is really not enough." The Count of Thuringia thought for a moment and said.

"I'll give up the land, that's enough." Arold turned his face to the other counts.

"Oh, really?" It was a surprise to hear that Arold had given up the land, after all, very few nobles would give up the land they had acquired, and even the Duke of Abel was surprised.

"Yes, but as compensation I will ask for the eight hundred Bohemian slaves, and half of the horses I have captured." Arold didn't want those lands because he knew that it would be difficult for Bohemians, who had not yet converted to Catholicism, to rule completely in a year or two, and Arold vaguely remembered that most of the eastern nomads would enter from this direction, so they were close to Eastern Europe

The land could not be wanted, but the development of Mecklenburg County was in dire need of manpower, and at the same time, in the war with the Bohemians, Arold was keenly aware of the power of cavalry, although he defeated the Duke of Bohemia and his army. But that's because he used knowledge thousands of years ahead of this era, and even then he faced the brink of defeat several times, so the horses from the Central European steppes had to be in their own hands.

"Is it okay to just have these things?" Duke Abel looked at Arrod suspiciously, although he knew that Arrod, who was known as a wise man, would definitely not do anything harmful to his interests, but he really couldn't figure out why Arold chose those Bohemian slaves compared to the precious land, where could the slaves not be bought?

"Yes." Arold nodded affirmatively, and suddenly his shoulder was tapped so hard that he almost slapped him off his seat, and it turned out to be the grinning Count of Weimar.

"It's worthy of the palace minister." It seems that the Count of Weimar thought that Arold had made this difficult decision out of consideration for their alliance. This is the only reason that can explain Arold's abandonment of the precious land.

Under the auspices of the Duke of Abel. The distribution of the ransom and booty to the Duke of Bohemia was completed, and it was already dark, and the servants lit all the candles from the chandelier hanging from the roof, and the Duke of Abel joined the vassals and other courtiers. A dinner was held in the lord's hall to entertain the vassals. The vassals gained a lot from this battle. Not only did he divide the spoils of the Bohemians with Arold, but he also received money and land from the Duke of Abel, and they really made a lot of money. Therefore, the atmosphere in the banquet was very lively, but there was one person with a gloomy and terrible face at this time, and that was the Count Lauzitz, who had suffered the greatest loss.

While the banquet at Mason Castle was going on, there was also a banquet going on at Count Lautz's estate, but it was even more chaotic than the banquet at Mason Castle, with more than sixty Vikings crowding the ballroom, and the smell of their bodies made it more like a barn, and these Vikings spoke a rude language that no one understood, and manipulated the cooks who delivered them food.

"Chief, are you leaving tomorrow?" Same as Krezer. The Viking warriors seated next to the leader of Vaal's group of Vikings placed their swords on the wooden table, and with one hand they took an obese maid and pressed it to their thighs.

"I'll set out tomorrow, and I'm going to go back to my hometown to tell the commander and persuade him to lead his people to attack Mecklenburgshire." Kretzer picked up his glass, took a sip of it, and then handed it to a maid standing next to him with a flask, and when a drunken Viking approached and tried to do something to the maid, Kratzer knocked her unconscious with his huge fist.

"Haha, but although we are employed by this Count of Lauzitz, is it necessary to obey him?" Looking at Krezer's stunned companions, the people who spoke to Kreezer didn't care, and only fists could convince them to treat these rude people.

"No, I have found that there is infighting among the Germanic people in the past few days, and this is good news for us, although it is spring, but our barren land must fail, only by taking this opportunity to start the invasion again, we and our people will have a chance to survive, this is the will of the god Odin." Kratzer said nonchalantly.

"Restart the invasion? But the Slavs had little to rob in their territories, and some were poorer than we were. Kraser's companion shook his head and said disapprehantly.

"I'll go over and see, and Count Lauzitz has promised to have me sent to Mecklenburgshire, and from whence I'll cross the sea back." Kratzer is by no means a foolish person, he does not believe the rhetoric of others, only what he sees with his own eyes.

"Ah, you stinky." Suddenly, a scream sounded in the hall, which made the Vikings in the hall stand up nervously, many of them had already grabbed their weapons in their hands, and suddenly the hall that had just been noisy was quiet, their fierce bodies and fierce eyes could make any warrior tremble.

When they saw what was going on, they burst out laughing, only to see a Viking grabbing the back of his hand, blood running down the back of his hand and dripping on the ground, with a knife stuck in the back of his hand, which was supposed to be a knife for cutting flesh, but why it was stuck in the back of his hand.

"What's going on?" Krazer stood up and spoke loudly, his voice echoing through the hall, and everyone looked at their leader.

"This stupid guy wanted to have fun with a little girl, but he was bitten back, haha." At this time, someone who knew the situation said to Krezer, and after saying that, Krezer looked there curiously, only to see a tall maid standing in front of his men.

The tall maid was Harvey, who had lurked in, and she took advantage of the lack of manpower in the banquet to act as a maid, originally intending to find out who was at the banquet, but she didn't expect it to be a group of Viking pirates, who were rude and rude and hit her on the head, and of course there would be no good fruit to eat. (To be continued......)