Hobert rode on a brown donkey, the top of his head shaved like the rest of the monks, and a ring of silver hair indicated that he was not young, but the monk was in good spirits and looked like a young man, holding a Bible in his left hand and a straw rosary in his right hand, always muttering to himself, his body swaying with the donkey he was riding, and in front of him was a knight on a high war horse, dressed in chain mail and a blouse, A sharp-bottomed shield hung on one side of the horse, and the sword at his waist made a crisp sound as it moved.

"Is it true that the knight Mecklenburg still has many pagans as you say?" Brother Hobert stopped chanting the name of the Virgin and asked the knight class who was walking in front.

"Yes, Brother Hobert, so the Friars of St. Jom think that there is an urgent need for a regional bishop to spread the Church there." The knights replied truthfully, and after a period of anxious waiting, the Holy See finally sent an experienced monk to the Mecklenburg region to serve as bishop and preside over the task of spreading the Gospel of the Holy Church.

"It's hard to believe how wild a land full of infidels is." Brother Hobert carefully packed the Bible in a cloth bag, folded his hands and said reverently.

While the knights were marching towards Mecklenburg with the Roman monk, Arold boarded the ship from Mecklenburg and left the land of Schleisug, where he stood on the deck and took out a piece of amber from his bosom, and in the yellow amber there was a small violet petal, which Grace had given to Arryd. It represents his love and loyalty to Arold.

"Lord Count, please come into the cabin, there is a lot of wind and waves on the deck." Sir Ron was faithful to Arrod's side, the waves crashing on the side of the ship, splashing very high, and the ship staggered to the harbor of Mecklenburg, although the sea would be a little bumpy, but it was much quicker and easier than walking by land, and Arold felt that time was getting shorter, and he had to return to his territory to prepare for the cavalry.

"It's okay, the sea breeze can make me more sober." Arold held the side of the boat with his hand. Feel the damp and salty smell of the sea breeze. He remembered that if he had continued his voyage eastward, he would have reached the territory of what would have been later Russia, which was now inhabited by a mixture of Rus' and other peoples.

"Honorable Earl, I have calculated the income from this battle, please take a look." Soros, a Jew who followed Arold. At this time, he staggered over. Calculate the earnings yourself in the rocking cabin. Bring it to Arrod.

"Well, a hundred weapons and armor, and a hundred and fifty bundles of furs. Sixty barrels of honey, and a total of 1,000 silver coins after the other items were sold. Arold picked up the parchment and looked at the spoils recorded on it, of course, this did not include the property shared with the Mason nobles, the accounts of the Jew Soros were very clear, Arold nodded with satisfaction.

"Lord Count, I suggest that you can hand over your inferior weapons, armor, and furs to the Jewish merchants, and they will give you a suitable price." Soros saw Arrod nodding with satisfaction, and lost no time in saying to Arrod.

"Your Excellency, you can't give weapons to the Jews." But Sir Ron warily warned Arold that these Jews were strangely dressed and often gathered together, and who knew what would happen to them if they were given weapons and armor.

"Well, when I return to Mecklenburg, I will gather the local merchants and Jewish merchants together and auction off the spoils, and your people will be able to participate in this fair auction." Arold smiled slightly, rolled up the parchment, and said to Soros.

"Auction?" Soros looked at Arold curiously, even the Jews in the whole of Europa were the first to hear of it.

"It's that every item will make everyone compete, and whoever pays the highest price to whom." Arjod explained slightly, and the eyes of the Jewish Soros lit up, and the Jews were most afraid of discrimination from other peoples in business, especially the Christian aristocracy, who often took advantage of the Jewish merchants, and this kind of public auction activity dispelled this drawback.

"I'll be sure to inform my fellow companions to participate." Soros bowed to Arrod, his long, curly black hair swaying at the sides of his cheeks, a characteristic that distinguishes Jews from other peoples.

The ship soon arrived in the port of Mecklenburg within half a day, and Harun, the personal attendant who had departed a day earlier than Arold, returned to Mecklenburg and spread the news of Arold's return to the whole of Mecklenburg, so when Arold's ship approached the harbor and the black lion flag fluttered on the mast, Princess Josie led the courtiers of Mecklenburg to gather in the port village, and when the ship's gangplank was lowered, Arold straightened his hat and armor, and adjusted the position of the sword terminator at his waist, Striding off the springboard, the courtiers cheered when Arold appeared on the springboard, the news of Arold's victory spread throughout his territory, some victorious banquets were inevitable, and Princess Josie was eager to meet her new husband.

"Thank you, is Brother Elvet a qiē normal? Oh, my beautiful wife. Arold waved his hand to greet everyone, and he saw his beautiful wife, Princess Josie, wearing a long white dress, and a pearl hairnet in her hair that could shine in the sun, and the beautiful princess stretched out her slender and white hand, and Arold gently held the little hand as white as milk.

"The Earl." Princess Josie's beautiful eyes looked at Arrod and made a curtsy to Arrod, although Princess Josie was a girl who liked to live freely before she got married, but the etiquette of the court was deeply rooted in her soul, even in the face of her husband, Princess Josie, she did not want to lose the courtesy.

"Oh, my dear wife, know how much I miss you on every lonely and difficult night on the battlefield." Arold hugged Princess Josie and stepped forward to whisper sweetly in the princess's ear, but these sweet words did come from the heart, just like most other men in the Celestial Empire, Arold really missed his wife very much.

"Your Excellency Earl, we have set up a banquet in Mecklenburg, and I invite you and the princess to get into the carriage and return to the castle." Brother Elvet stepped forward and bowed and said to Arold.

Mecklenburg was full of colorful flags in the hall of the lord, Arold raised five court musicians in order to meet the needs of the banquet, these musicians are now sitting in the corridor on the second floor of the hall, playing the melodious harp and playing the flute, the music echoes in Arrode's court, the nobles are distributed around the hall and talk to each other, the gradual reclamation of Mecklenburg and the infrastructure that Arold has always insisted on, so that many noble families have also immigrated here, So when Arold walked in holding Princess Josie's hand, he saw many fresh faces.

"Brother Elvet." Arold hooked his finger at Brother Elvet and asked him to lean over and whisper, "Why haven't I seen these people?" ”

"Oh, Lord Earl, allow me to introduce these noble families." As the palace minister in charge of the finances and interior affairs of the realm, Brother Elvet said to Arold.

"Yes." Arold sat on the lord's chair with his wife, and he leaned back comfortably, the stiff wooden high-backed chair covered with a layer of flannel, which was also the first of its kind for Arold.

"This is Bert. Spencer, whose family has always been proficient in running farms, their ancestor was a baron, and the noble blood still flows in the family. Brother Elvet introduced Arrod to a nobleman with a sword at his waist, and the middle-aged nobleman bowed to Arold and Princess Josie with a big belly, the leather straps around his waists tightened.

"Welcome." Arold stretched out his right hand and made a few circles with his fingers, allowing Bert. Spencer and his family made their home in Mecklenburg.

"It's an honor to serve you, Lord Earl." Bert. Spencer once again saluted Arold and Princess Josie, and he took off his hat to show his respect for Arold as his lord.

"Yes, Bert. Lord Spencer, you need to know that the nobles of Mecklenburg had to obey the law and pay taxes, which were of course much smaller than those paid by the peasants. Arold felt compelled to explain the policy of his domain to the nobles who had emigrated, but he sued him. When Spencer was about to pay his taxes, the other party's face became a little strange and ugly.

"But, my lord, as nobles we are not obliged to pay taxes, and of course my sons and I will be on your side if there is a war." Bert. Spencer was surprised to say that in their minds, the aristocracy was a war time to maintain order and law with the sword, and paying taxes was what the peasants should do, not what the children of the nobility should be treated.

"No, unless it's a charter, the nobles in my realm are required to pay taxes." Arrod's face said calmly.

"Lord, don't you need the support of the nobles' army?" Bert. Spender straightened up and spoke loudly to Arrod, the nobles in the hall watching with bated breath as the situation unfolded, and it was their right to do so.

"The nobles only need to pay taxes for me like the people in other territories, and you don't need to worry about the affairs of the army." Arold did not rely on the family business of the nobles as other lords did, and in Mecklenburg he wanted to establish a more efficient system rather than a pyramid-exploited feudal system, at least for the time being.

"Damn, I'm getting out of here with my family, huh." Bert. Spender stomped his foot in exasperation and turned to leave the hall of lords in Mecklenburg, and many nobles saw this scene and left.

"What are you doing here, Lord Earl? With the nobles gone, who should we turn to to support the economy and maintain the rule? Brother Elvet looked at the departing nobles and said to Arold in shock. (To be continued......)