Arold walked down the narrow staircase, the damp air flowing as the door was opened, the torch hanging on the wall swayed, except for the clatter of water droplets, Arold's footsteps, the dungeon of Mecklenburg Castle, where the Mecklenburg chieftain had held the captured maidens, and now used as a place to hold captured Slavic nobles. When Arold walked into the dungeon, he saw that the Slavs imprisoned on both sides were languishing, except for a small hole the size of a palm on the top of their heads, there was hardly sunlight here, which made these nobles pale in complexion, and the food they ate was corrupt and spoiled, and it was normal for them to get sick often.

"I knew you were here." Arold saw the figure of a young girl who could not open the cell door without the jailer's key, so she could only pass some herbs to the people inside through the cell door to relieve their pain.

"Earl, Earl." Shirley looked up and saw Arold standing in front of her looking at herself, which made her panic a little, it was against Arrod's orders to give the prisoners herbs and heals, Arold hated these beasts that mutilated the girls, and because of the gradual stabilization of Mecklenburgshire, he threw them in the dungeon to rot and die.

"Don't you know my new command?" Arold grabbed Shirley's arm, pulled her up, and said to her with a frown.

"I know the truth, but these people are dying, and I am their priest and have the duty to take care of them." Shirley's weak arm was grasped by Arrod's hand, but she looked at Arrod with her eyes without fear. She argued.

"Hmph, who put you in, and what are the jailers on duty doing now?" Arold looked at the beautiful priestess and angrily shouted to the attendants behind her.

"No, no, it's none of his business." Shirley's eyes were a little panicked, and the jailer who let Shirley in without permission was cured by Shirley because of her colic, so she was very grateful to Shirley, so when Shirley wanted to come in to treat the prisoners, the jailer secretly agreed.

"Is that so? If you don't leave here anymore. I will put to death the jailer who disobeyed my command. Arold felt that he was too indulgent for the priestess. No one in this castle dared to disobey her orders, but she did things from time to time that made Arrod unhappy, for Arryd the old Slavic nobles had to clean up, and he always believed that the rebellion of the big-nosed Chad was related to the Slavic nobles. If the Slavic nobles who have rebelled against them return to the mountains. I'm afraid there will never be peace in Mecklenburg County from now on.

"Ahem. Lord Count, Lord Count, please let me out of the dungeon. I am willing to convert to Catholicism, let me go, I am willing to serve you. At this moment, a young Slavic nobleman in the dungeon, grasping the railing with his black hand, his shirt of soft and precious fabric, was in tatters, and he fell to his knees in the cell, crying and crying.

"What did he say?" Arold looked at the Slavic nobleman who was crying like a child and asked Shirley.

"He said, he said he was willing to convert to Catholicism, and if you let him go, he would be willing to serve you." Shirley's face turned pale when she listened to the words of the Slavic nobleman, but she still translated the words of the young nobleman to Arold.

"Oh, that's right, what about the Lomwa gods you serve? And the priestess who has been taking care of you, how are you prepared to deal with it? Translate to him. Arold felt a little amused when he heard the young nobleman's words, he let go of his arm that was grasping Shirley, and bent down to say to the young nobleman.

"I'm willing to give up, I spit on the Romwa gods." The young nobleman begged almost in a hissing voice.

"Do you hear that? This is the Slavic nobles you take care of, they are not as noble as the peasants in my opinion, and the stench here is unbearable for us to leave. A contemptuous smile appeared on Arrold's lips as he grabbed Shirley's arm and walked out, when an old voice rang out from another cell.

"Shirley, the time has come."

"Let's go, get out of here." Arold had no time to entangle with the Slavic nobles, and soon when the jailer closed the door again, the dungeon regained its deathly silence and the sound of human weeping.

The hiccups in the dungeon were quickly forgotten by Arrod, and Orne and Newman, the master of armor, brought him an arm armor, which was made of iron sheets, lobster-shaped iron pieces interlocked, the position of the palm was a combination of leather and iron, the back of the hand was completely iron, and the palm of the hand was a leather cover, when Arold put his hand into it and tied it with a leather strap, the shiny gauntlet was impressive.

"How long does it take to make this gauntlet?" Arold looked at the gauntlet on his hand with satisfaction, and asked Orn and Newman.

"Lord Earl, according to the assembly line operation method you advocated, twenty apprentices worked day and night, and it took two weeks, but the materials used were also more expensive than chain mail." Newman replied to Arrod.

"Well, it's good to become proficient slowly, but at the moment this armor is not suitable for large-scale deployment of soldiers, and can only be prepared for officers and Teutonic knights." Arold took off the gauntlet with some regret, this was the first prototype of medieval plate armor made by his own hands, and knowing the principle does not mean that he can make it, which is why he brought the lobster to Newman and Orn to inspire their thinking, but did not directly explain the principle to them.

"Lord Earl, there is another problem, our charcoal cannot keep up with the speed of smelting, and the iron pieces burned by ordinary firewood are not up to the requirements at all." In addition to bringing Arold a new gauntlet to make a good one, Orn also had a fuel problem to solve, and if the temperature of the fuel could not keep up, then any mass production of armor and weapons would be impossible.

"yes, charcoal doesn't work either?" Arold was also worried, and he stood up and paced down the hall, while Orne and Newman looked at the Count of Wisdom with expectant eyes, and after a long time Arold clapped his hands.

"Is there a way for the Earl?" Seeing Arrod's actions, Orne and Newman were overjoyed, and they knew that this was a sign that Arold had an idea, and sure enough, Arold's face showed a smile, and he turned to Orne and Newman.

"Don't worry, I'll fix this."

"Oh, that's great, Lord Earl, so we'll be relieved."

"Well, thanks to you, I came up with this method." Arrod felt relieved, no one in this era should have discovered the value of this thing, if this thing is mined, the fuel problem of his own smelting base can be solved, and he will no longer be afraid in the cold winter.

"Then we'll quit." Horn and Newman bowed down to Arraud before gradually backing off the hall, and Arold ordered the squire beside him.

"Ride a horse and get the mayor of Visma, Mato."

"Yes, the Earl." The little squire hurriedly bent down, and then walked down the steps to the gate, where he walked out, and the lord's stables were on the left side of the tower, where the stables were managed by grooms and horse boys, and twelve horses were carefully cared for.

"Hey, why are you going?" The boy saw the little squire in a square robe coming straight up, he stopped brushing the horse's body with the boar's mane, and looked at the little squire curiously with his freckled face, they knew each other, after all, there were not many children of the same age in the castle.

"The Earl has an errand for me, give me a horse." The little squire Harlan said to the horse boy.

"Well, Brother Elvet uses two horses today, Lady Harvey uses four horses, and there are just a few more free, isn't the Earl going out today?" The horse boy chattered as he went to harness the horse and said to Harlan.

"I don't know, just now Chief Ann and Master Newman came, so Lord Earl will definitely not go to the smelting base, and the weather today is not very good, and he will definitely not go hunting." Harlan said to the horse boy as he stepped on the pedal and got on the horse with Harlan's help.

"That's good, or I'll go with you, the two of you still have a companion." Ma Tong said happily to Harun.

"You're done with today's work? If you don't finish it, Faun will definitely beat you up. Harlan thought about it, it was really boring to go to the town of Wismar alone, and it would be a lot more interesting if someone could accompany him.

"Those jobs are never done, and it's the same when you come back, anyway, today Faun went to the Angry Lion Castle stables to take care of a mare who was about to give birth to a foal." After saying this, the horse boy took out a horse, mounted his horse, and followed Harun, and the two rode out in the direction of the city gate.

"Who?" The guard, armed with a spear, saw two children riding horses in the castle and hurriedly asked.

"I am Harun, Lord Earl's attendant, and I am ordered to go to the town of Vismar." Harlan hurriedly said to the guard, hearing that it was the earl's attendant, and that he could see the squire's black lion heraldic robe, the guard hurriedly moved out of the way and watched the two children ride out of the castle.

"Look, it's getting more and more lively under the castle, and I heard that the Earl is going to build a market somewhere." Ma Tong looked back at the castle gate, and said excitedly to Harun, if you enter and exit the castle on weekdays, you must be strictly inspected by the guards, although Arold is a very kind earl to their servants, but he is extremely strict in the security of the castle and the management of the army, I heard Faun say that there was once a guard who neglected his duties, and was expelled from Mecklenburg County after being whipped topless.

"It's called the business district, and the Earl said it." Harlan said to Ma Tong with some smugness that he knew a lot of new terms when he served by Arrod's side.

"Business, business district?" The horse's eyes widened and his mouth wide open, wondering why the bazaar had become such a business district, and the two of them chatted on their horses as they rode down the gravel road towards the town of Wisma. (To be continued......)