Aruod sat in the hall of the mayor's house. His head was half burned. He looked up and could see the blue sky. However, everyone cleaned the hall and placed a heavy fir chair in the center of the hall. The ground was covered with a few thick and soft fur, and a few unburned wool tapestries covering the charred walls. It looked like it had restored some of the original appearance of the mayor's house. Originally, Aruod wanted to find a house at will to complete the allegiance ceremony, but the Slavs believed that only here was the most in line with the tradition, because all the Visma lords accepted allegiance from the citizens here.

"I thought these pagans would not accept my rule." Arud looked at the long queue, from the lobby of the house to the Slavs in the street. They came to Arud one after another, bowed their knees and kissed the ring on Arrud's left hand to express surrender and loyalty. Arud asked curiously to Melinda standing beside him. Although Arud was very angry about Melinda's behavior of privately releasing the slaves, he soon found that without this clever female slave, he could not know what the Slavs were saying, so he had to recall her back to him.

"Great Earl, you are the ruler with a legal title. This has nothing to do with religious beliefs, let alone~~~~." Melinda looked at the soldiers standing in the corner of the hall, and the words below were self-evident.

"Then are they sincerely surrendering to my rule?" Aruod smiled. He actually knew that his military conquest could not make the Slavs surrender at once. This would be a very long task, but now all he needs is formal surrender.

"It is hard to say that for ordinary Slavs, your rule is just to change them to someone who pays taxes. But your rule is too short. If a famous person incites, the Slavic people will probably rise up to resist your rule." Melinda thought for a while and said to Arod that the length of the rule will affect people's thinking inertia. Even if Mayor Jakash did the matter of burning the town, his family ruled the area for too long. It is hard to say that there are no loyalists among the citizens.

"Yeah." Arod frowned. Military conquest was no problem for him. He only needed to bring some advanced military system experience from later generations. However, as a territory like the town of Visma with different cultures, different religions and emotional resistance, Arod was no less than a test for him. What he needed to learn now is how to rule.

"Great Earl." Just as Arod fell into deep thought and mechanically stretched out his left hand for the Slavs to kiss him, a man wearing a fur cloak looked like a wealthy citizen showed a diligent smile on his face and greeted Arod in Germanic language respectfully, because few Slavs knew Germanic language, which made Arod a little interested.

"Who are you?" Arod raised his finger and pointed at the other person. He looked at the other person curiously. The clothes on his body were not only well-made, but also the needle corners were sewn very finely. After Arod arrived in this era, he had already learned to judge his class from the other person's clothes. If it was a thick linen dress worn by ordinary people, it was usually very roughly sewn with thread. After all, this workmanship saved materials. The nobles and wealthy classes needed craftsmen to carefully sew every needle corner of the clothes.

"I am the leader of the Merchant Guild in the town of Wisma. My name is Heller." Merchant Guild leader Heller respectfully took off his hat and bowed to Arod, looking at his age and wrinkles on his face, he should be in his forties. People in the Middle Ages were older faster.

"Oh, you have finished your loyalty. Is there anything else?" Arod asked curiously without seeing what Heller was about to leave.

"That's right, our fur business acquisition this year is about to begin, but our caravan must pass through Mecklenburg's county capital. Mecklenburg Castle, because of the war, the chief of Mecklenburg Castle has rejected our passage, so I hope the Earl can reduce the taxes this year." Heller grabbed his hat nervously, and his hands were about to crush his precious hat. He did not want to make this request to the new conqueror at this moment. But as the leader of the local chamber of commerce, it was his responsibility, and before he came, he was even ready to die.

"This is my negligence. Since you agree to your petition in this way." Arod felt that this was a good opportunity to show goodwill to the local Slavs. He immediately waved his hand to agree to the petition of Heller and charged the minimum town tax. Although there would be some economic losses, it could appease his new subjects.

"Thank you, the kind Count." Heller bowed to Arod excitedly, his face turned white and rosy, his eyes almost filled with tears. Even during Mayor Jakesh's reign, there had never been such kindness. It seemed that the new ruler was very kind.

"Captain Heller, I will capture Mecklenburg Castle as soon as possible so that your business can be smooth." Arod stood up from the heavy wooden cypress chair, and announced loudly to everyone. In the hall, everyone quickly lowered their heads. There were praises, doubts, and bystanders about Aroder's bold words. When Heller thought of the whirlwind cannons that threw stones, his body shivered involuntarily. The kind-looking young ruler seemed to have a cold side.

After conquering the town of Visma, Arod received a large amount of supplies and manpower. In order to obtain more soldiers, Arod asked someone to escort the prisoners from the Rage Lion Castle to the town of Visma, and concentrated the prisoners used by Mayor Jakash to deal with his captives in the square of the town. Many Slavs surrounded the square. They didn't know what Arod wanted to do, but just looked at the relatives who were squatting on the ground and pointed at by Arod's soldiers with weapons.

"What you are here is your leader who deals with me, a soldier of the legal Count of Mecklenburg County. It was originally a serious rebellion against a legal ruler. From the leader to the soldier, he should be hanged, his body hung on both sides of the road for people to visit, gradually rotting or swallowing by crows under the scorching sun." Arod wore a chain mail and a hoodie, with a sword Terminator around his waist, surrounded by his personal servant Julian and Melinda as the translator, as well as the knights of the St. Johnem Monks.

"Wow~~~~~." After hearing what Melinda translated, the Slavs became turbulent. Many of the captured soldiers were their relatives and friends. When they heard that Aruod wanted to hang these people, they all rushed forward nervously. The Swiss mercenaries quickly formed a wall and used spears to block the crowd.

"But I decided to treat these people who resist me kindly. You can bring your loved ones back, but as a punishment for every citizen of Visma Town, you must hand over one of their children as a guarantee of loyalty. Please rest assured that these children will receive good care in the Angry Lion Castle." If the previous words stirred up the citizens of Visma Town, the following words were like an explosion in the crowd. The citizens of Visma Town all roared and waved their fists to express their dissatisfaction, but Arod was unmoved. He nodded at Julian, and saw Julian pulling out his sword and raising it upwards. The sound of neat steps sounded in the streets. Arod's soldiers were fully armed and armed with weapons to surround the citizens of Visma Town from the periphery. The unarmed citizens gradually calmed down.

"Prisons who have no one taken away can choose to join my army in exchange for their own freedom, but they must spit on this pillar of gods before joining." In the center of the square of Visma Town, a rock pillar of gods stood. This is a magical object of the Lomwa religion to sacrifice to gods. Aruod actually made the prisoners who spit on their gods. The prisoners who were taken away by their relatives couldn't help but secretly rejoice, at least they did not offend the gods. But the remaining prisoners looked at each other, but Aruod did not give them too much time to think about, and the first prisoner was taken in front of the pillar of gods.

"No, no." The captive looked at the pillar of gods in front of him and shivered all over. The religious ideas indoctrinated since childhood made him very awe of the pillar of gods. If he despised the pillar of gods, he would have no place among the Slavs who believed in the Lomva religion.

"Catch it and kill it." Seeing that the prisoner was not despised, Aruod understood that the other party would not give up his religion. He signaled to Julian. Julian stepped forward and pressed the sword against the prisoner's back spine, and stabbed the sword into the prisoner's body with force. The prisoner's throat made a cough sound, and fell to the ground and twitched. The blood stained the pillar of the gods that were sacrificed in the past. At this time, the Slavs might be able to remember the girl who was sacrificed by them.

"Ah, I will do it, do it." The second Slav captive looked at his companion who was lying in a pool of blood and his spirit was basically broken. He cried loudly like a child. Even those present could smell a scent of urine. The second captive crawled in front of the gods and spit hard, then lowered his head and cried bitterly.

"Very good, you have become a soldier of the glorious Earl of Mecklenburg." Julian happily inserted his sword into his scabbard, pulled the Slav captive who had collapsed on the ground, and patted his shoulder and shouted.

"Am I a cruel ruler?" Arod saw Melinda who turned her face aside and couldn't bear to watch this scene, and said to Melinda with a smile.

"This is your Count of Rights." Melinda took a deep breath, and the air was filled with blood. Arod had the power to kill the town. Although she did not understand why Arod reduced the taxes in the town of Wisma, she began to kill again. This contradictory behavior made her unable to understand.
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