In the court of Mecklenburg, a constant feast was held to celebrate Arrod's becoming the new duke, with the joyful clanging of the lyre and the voice of the bard echoing through the halls of the lords, and the triumphant Arold sat on the throne of the lord, dressed in a zuò made of stoat skin.

He wore a duke's gold necklace around his neck, and the royal family confirmed the identity of the duke, which made Arold's prestige unprecedentedly high, and the Duchy of Mecklenburg, from the nobles to the commoners, believed that Arold's rule was unbreakable, and even the Count of Lübeck, who had originally resisted Mecklenburg's rule, came to the banquet, and he walked in front of Arold with the encouragement of his niece, and the noisy hall suddenly fell silent.

"Your Excellency Duke of Mecklenburg, I, the rightful ruler of Lübeck, feel your perfect and noble personality and therefore voluntarily become a member of the Duchy of Mecklenburg, and my sons and I will always uphold your rights and those of your rightful heirs." The Earl of Lübeck said after bowing to Arrod, and everyone watched him with bated breath, this was the ceremony of the Count of Lübeck swearing allegiance to Arold.

"I, the ruler of the Duchy of Mecklenburg, Arold. Feng. Duke Wendell accepts your allegiance and vows that as long as you fulfill your vassal obligations, I will also fulfill my sacred duty to keep you and your family safe. Arold said to the Count of Lübeck that he had accepted the Earl's request for allegiance, which was a dream for Arryd, and that the Duchy of Mecklenburg was now united.

"Thank you, Lord Duke." The Count of Lübeck stepped forward and kissed the ring on Arold's right hand, and the hall burst into applause.

"Baron Ron, please step forward." When the Earl of Lübeck stepped aside, Arold looked around the hall and fell on Baron Ron, who motioned for him to come forward.

"My lord, what do you command?" Baron Ron walked out of the crowd in confusion. He asked, standing in front of Arrod.

"Please kneel down Baron Ron." Arold stood up and said to Baron Ron.

"Yes." Baron Ron obediently knelt down on one knee, only to see Arold walking down the steps with the scepter of the Grand Chief of Pomerania in his hand, and Arold placed the scepter on Baron Ron's shoulder.

"Baron Ron, you have always served me faithfully and diligently, your sovereign. To repay this loyalty of yours. I think that if you are made Count of Rostock and give you the title of Rostock, as long as you and your children maintain this loyalty, then Rostock will be the eternal breeding place of your family. Arold announced loudly to the crowd.

"Duke, Lord Duke?" Baron Ron looked up in surprise, he never expected Arold to reward him with a county title.

He was merely a collateral blood relative of the Wendell family, and thanks to Baron Wendell's appreciation, he was recommended to Arrode's side to become a knight of the Inner Palace, and later a baron of the Castle of the Angry Lion. Now the title of an earl had accidentally smashed on his head, making Ron really dizzy.

"Count Ron, get up and put on your necklace. Tomorrow you will be able to patrol your territory, but we have just experienced a war with the Pomeranians, so we must prepare ourselves for another invasion of the enemy. Arrod asked the squire to hand Baron Ron a necklace representing the status of an earl, and he commanded Count Ron.

"Yes, I will, Lord Duke." Ron reached out and wiped the corner of his eye, and he sniffled his nose. He took the necklace with gratitude.

"Bring my guests up." After rewarding Ron, Arjod addressed his squire. The attendant bowed to Arold and turned to leave the hall, and after a while several uninvited guests walked in, and there was a disturbing commotion in the hall.

"What is this? Heretics, ah! ”

"It's weird."

"Ugly, really ugly." The people in the hall were talking to each other, only to see that the Pomeranian nomadic tribe that had once given fear to the Mecklenburgers entered. At the head was none other than Mr. Alger.

"Why are they here?" The hall had been on battle, and the warriors defending Mecklenburg glared at the Orientals, many of whom had died at the hands of Lord Alger and his companions.

"Lord Alger, it is a miracle for you and your men to abandon darkness and turn to light at a critical moment." Arold praised Lord Alger and his men. A role played at a critical moment in seducing the Pomeranians.

"Ah, noble, hurry up and get to the point, this dress makes me uncomfortable like watered cowhide." Lord Alger tugged at his Frankish costume uneasily, the Frankish acolytes he and his men wore were indeed funny, but Brother Elvet and the others did not think that heretics should be allowed to appear at the banquet in fancy costumes.

"Well, Lord Alger and his people will be baptized as part of Christ." Arold reluctantly announced to everyone.

"What? It is impossible for these infidels, stained with the blood of our brethren, to become Catholics. But as soon as Arrod's words fell, some of the warriors in the hall were dissatisfied, and they scolded Lord Alger and his people loudly.

"Hey, what's a bunch of clawless dogs yelling about?"

"Dogs, oh no, dogs are more useful than them, I think they're a bunch of rabbits."

"Hahaha~~~." Not to be outdone, Lord Alger's clansmen mocked and mocked the Mecklenburg warriors who glared at them in the hall, which of course caused the Mecklenburg warriors to dislike.

"You heretics, see that I will not kill you." Enraged, the Mecklenburg warriors screamed and pounced, and immediately fought with the nomadic tribesmen, and the originally cheerful and lively banquet hall was suddenly transformed into a colosseum, where the women at the banquet screamed and fled in all directions, while the men shouted excitedly with red faces and red ears holding their wine glasses.

"Ah, the lads always have a lot of energy." Lord Alger shrugged his shoulders, walked up to Arrod on his short, sturdy legs, and said to Arold, "My people and I may join your army, but you must arrange suitable pastures for our women and children. ”

"As we negotiated earlier, as long as you and your cavalry are willing to join me, I will carve out a territory for you in Walgastershire, promising you to live there freely, but you must accept my military orders and baptism." Arold bent down, resting his elbows on his knees, and said to Master Alger.

"Well, well, we have betrayed the Grand Chief of Pomerania, and now we can only rely on you, please rest assured that I and my people's cavalry are always at your service." Old man Alger straightened up, tried to straighten his lap legs, put his right hand on his left chest, and said with a nomadic etiquette. (To be continued......)