The horse's hooves made a crisp sound on the cobblestone pavement. The royal messengers looked at the path paved with pebbles in the river leading to Mecklenburg Castle. On both sides of the road were burned and burned villages, which seemed to silently tell the tragic tragedy of the war not long ago. However, it was not the depression after the war seen by the royal messengers. Many people were busy rebuilding their houses on this burned homeland to clear the ruins. In a diary of the later royal messengers, they wrote that after experiencing the war, these Mecklenburg people did not feel depressed. Instead, they organized their homes under the leadership of the elders. Through the smiles and cheerful movements on their faces, I seemed to see their satisfaction and hope for their rulers.

"The castle is here." The guard pointed forward. The royal messenger took his sight back at this time. He followed the guard's finger to see the Mecklenburg Castle standing on the hills. The black lion's heraldic flag was flying above the pointed tower. The royal messenger took a deep breath and kicked the horse with his heel. He was finally about to see the mysterious Mecklenburg Earl Arod.

"Take it~~~." When the royal messenger and his guards walked to the hills, several knights ran out of the castle. Their shirts were embroidered with cross emblems, which looked like knights who vowed allegiance to the church. The knights also saw the imperial eagle flag representing the royal family in the hands of the royal messenger and guards, and quickly strangled the horse under their crotch to make a way.

"Thank you for your demeanor." The royal messenger looked at the head of the knight, bowed his head to express his gratitude, and chatted with curiosity to the other party, "Sir, are you the knight of the Earl of Mecklenburg?"

"No, we are knights of the Monks of St. Johnem. When the war is over, we are returning to our own parish." The leader of the knight grabbed the reins of the horse with his hands wearing leather gloves and said politely to the royal messenger.

"I wish you a good journey, sir." The royal envoy nodded as if he understood. It seemed that Arod had used the reward of land to make these church knights serve him. This also shows the hardships of Arod's early rule, because he was located on the border of the Slavs' pagans. Therefore, few Germanic nobles would take the risk of immigrating here. However, when this victory spreads, it is probably that the Germanic nobles would flock to his court in order to obtain the reward of Arod's land. After all, the nobles are the basis of national rule, and only the nobles can afford high weapons, equipment and horses.

The royal envoy said goodbye to the knights of the Monks of St. Jom and continued to walk towards the castle. After he reported his identity and mission, the castle guards put them and his group into the city, and soldiers ran into the tower to report to Arod to the arrival of the royal envoy. During this period, the royal envoy was politely waiting outside the tower. He looked at the historic castle, thick stone walls and lined with arrow towers. No wonder Chief Rostock could not capture this castle, but what made the royal envoys care more about was the strict discipline of the soldiers guarding the castle. Among them were Germans, Swiss and even Slavs, but when they were in a small team, they completely obeyed the command of the captain wearing a five-pointed ribbon embroidered with a sliver of the slanting strap, and the commands came one after another and were rigorous and orderly.

"Prince Earl, please enter." At this time, a young servant walked out of the tower and measured his body. He made an entry gesture to the royal messenger. The messenger got off his horse and sorted out his long clothes, tied up his wide blue belt around his waist, straightened his round cake turban, and strode into the tower.

"The special envoy of the Holy Roman Empire came to meet the Count of Mecklenburg." The young servants sounded in the lord's hall, and the buzzing sound in the hall suddenly sounded. Several court officials standing on both sides of the hall looked at the envoy with their eyes. Behind the envoy was a guard holding a royal flag. After entering the hall, the royal envoy raised his head and saw Aruod sitting upright on the lord's throne. He was surprised at the youth of the earl. He had not seen the young ruler before, but with the beauty of his father's generation, he was completely different from the ruler who expanded territory.

"Welcome to your royal family. Your distance has made my castle shine brightly." Aroud politely said to the royal family's envoy, with his attitude neither humble nor arrogant. After all, he is not a vassal of the royal family now, and Mecklenburg County under his rule is now an independent small kingdom.

"Thank you for your reception, the brave and fearless ruler, the nemesis of the Slavs, the skillful use of ancient Roman knowledge, and the well-deserved Count of Mecklenburg County." The royal envoy bent down and talked endlessly about flattery for Arod. As an envoy and diplomat, he knew how to please the ruler, but Arod just listened with a smile and did not take it seriously.

"Thank you for your praise, please tell me your purpose. Your lord, you have also seen that my territory has just been invaded by the Slavs. There are many jobs that need to be arranged by me, so we don't have much time to listen to those glory that does not belong to me. I believe you can say this for a day." Aroud sat on the throne of the lord, crossing his legs and stretching out his right hand to wave his hand at the royal envoy. He knew that the royal envoy would not come from a thousand miles to flatter him.

"Ahem, Lord Earl is indeed a nobleman who strictly adheres to the simple tradition of Germanic. In fact, this time I am representing the royal family and asking for reinforcements from Lord Earl." The royal envoy coughed slightly awkwardly, but soon the envoy who was familiar with diplomacy adjusted his attitude and told Aruod his mission.

"Reinforcements? It's really strange that His Majesty the Emperor was commanding more than 10,000 troops to attack the fortress Blannibel. How could a small border county like us help His Majesty the Emperor?" Aruod looked at the royal envoy in front of him curiously. If it weren't for the flag behind him, Aruod would have thought he was a liar.

"Yes, but the fortress Blannibel is extremely strong and cannot be captured for a long time. The wise crown prince Otto said that only Lord Arod can help us conquer the fortress." The royal envoy sighed and said, "The fortress could not be captured for a long time. The dukes were already clamoring to lead their troops back to their territory in front of the emperor. Seeing that more than ten thousand people were about to scatter, the stubborn bird catcher Henry refused the oil ritual, so he did not receive the help of the church and was in a dilemma.

"So that's it, is Prince Otto's kindness?" Arod narrowed his eyes. The prince was quite interesting. When he first captured Mecklenburg County, this prince was the one who sent him a gift. Unexpectedly, he actually occupied such a high position in his heart. This touched Arod, but he was indeed powerless when he experienced the war just now.

"Yes, His Highness the Crown Prince believes that Count Arod is a great man who can make a difference. Although I am ignorant and do not know where His Highness's faith comes from, it may be God's guidance."
Chapter completed!