The royal messenger obtained the whirlwind cannon given by Arod. It can be said that the task delivered to him by Prince Otto was successfully completed. According to customs, Arod will prepare a banquet to entertain the noble from the royal family. The Mecklenburg Castle, which fell at night, was particularly quiet. The soldiers guarding the post held a torch and patrolled the city walls. Except for the sound of wind and occasional coughs, there were almost no other sounds. The German immigrant stronghold outside the castle, the farmers who had worked for a day fell asleep early. There were only the sound of insects under the stars and the few howls of wolves from afar.

However, if someone pushes open the gate of the castle tower, the lively waves will come towards you, noisy and loud conversations, as well as the sound of pianos, flutes and tambourines, and the sound of small hand drums, and the small servants holding plates shuttle through the crowd and distribute food on the wooden tables. The servants holding wine pots look at people's cups and fill them up as soon as they see that the cups are almost empty. Most people sit in the hall for their best clothes to eat, but there are also people who drink too much stand up and stagger in the venue, and at this time, others will not only not blame him for his rudeness, but will clap and cheer.

"This is really a prosperous territory." The royal envoy raised his wine glass and paid tribute to Arod. This sentence was not a simple flattery. When Mecklenburg was in the hands of the Slavs, it was just a county where tribes gathered. The original farming method and the pagan model under traditional customs ruled. This does not mean that the Slavs' rule was not good. Many lands ruled by German nobles were actually similar in addition to religion. However, after Arod conquered Mecklenburg, he carried out various reforms and constructions, and soon built this border territory into a land that attracted merchants and immigrants. This alone could make the knowledgeable royal envoy look at him with admiration.

"This is all the favor of the Lord. By the way, I haven't asked your name yet." Aruod said modestly.

"I am the son of Baron Darren, Gibran de Duncan, who serves as the clerk in the royal court." The royal envoy, Gibran, put down his wine glass and formally introduced himself to Arod. The knowledgeable royal clerk made Arod love his talents, but he also knew that Gibran, who served in the royal family, could not condescend in a small country county like himself, and he couldn't help but feel a pity.

"Do you have children?" Arod wanted to know more about the Saxon nobleman, so he leaned over to Gibran and said to him.

"My wife and I have three children, one girl, two boys." Gibran mentioned his child with a smile on his face, the Saxon nobleman was full of pride and loving face.

"Mr. Gibran, I hope that when the war ends and the world gradually becomes peaceful, you can bring your family to Mecklenburg Castle as a guest." Arod could also feel Gibran's joy. He sent an invitation to Gibran and his family. This was the most friendly move in this era, and of course the court conspiracy was not included.

"Thank you for your invitation." Gibran quickly stood up and bowed to the young count. This was the etiquette that the invited guests should have.

The lively banquet passed without realizing it. When Arod came to his senses, he realized that he was actually sleeping on the chair. He was wearing a soft wool blanket, and the hall was in a mess. The drunken drunkard lay on the table or on the ground and slept soundly. The leftovers on the wooden table were everywhere. The poured wine pot poured the remaining wine on the ground. Gibran seemed to have returned to his room to rest. Arod yawned and stretched. He stepped over the drunkard lying on the ground, walked to a window, and looked at the bright starry sky outside. He untied his belt, took out his own work, and a pillar of water rushed out of the window and fell in the courtyard behind the tower.

"Hiss, it's much more comfortable." Aruod shivered, and Ye Feng was really cold. He shook his body, tied his pants and shrank his body, and walked towards his room on the tower. At the entrance of the stairs, he saw the servant holding a wine pot and sleeping sweetly on the stairs. Aruod decided not to disturb the child's dream, and carefully stepped over to the stairs.

"Crack." Arud's room was at the end of the corridor. As the supreme ruler of Mecklenburg County, his servants would lay a blanket in front of the door to sleep wherever they were sleeping. However, everyone was drunk at today's banquet, so there was no arrangement for attendance. When Arud walked in, the fireplace in the room rose, and the whole room was warm. Arud took off his coat while yawning. He was only thinking about his soft big wooden bed. To be honest, this was much more comfortable than the straw-studded wooden bed in the Wendell family. No wonder everyone wanted to be a ruler. Inadvertently, someone would prepare the best things for you.

"Huh?" Aruod was so tired that he did not change into his white linen pajamas, and then reached out and touched into the quilt. However, he suddenly found that there seemed to be a soft ball in the quilt. In shock, he quickly uncovered the quilt. Only then did he realize that there was a beauty curled up inside the quilt. The beauty closed her eyes and curled up like a docile little animal.

"Is it Harvey? But I remember sending her to perform the mission." Arod thought it was Harvey at first. In this castle, only Harvey would enter and exit his bedroom. With the light of the fire in the fireplace Arod looked at the fair face carefully. His long scattered hair was draped over his shoulders and his high nose bridge seemed to be because of his sleep. His cheeks were slightly rosy, and there were tears in the corners of his closed eyes, as if he was gradually falling asleep while crying.

"Woo~~." The beauty turned her body, wearing a loose green long skirt, standing proudly, and the seductive body fragrance penetrated into her nostrils. Seeing Aruod couldn't help but slid her throat a few times.

"Isn't this Shirley? Why is she in my room?" Aruod was very surprised. This was actually Slav's priestess Shirley, but why did she run to her bed? But when a beauty lies on her bed, I believe that any mature man will not be indifferent. Aruod looked at the beauty in front of him. He stretched out his hand and stroked it on Shirley's smooth face, and a heat was sprinting from below to top of his head.

"Sir, please let those people go. They are not all bad people. As long as you let them go, you can do anything." At this critical moment, Shirley murmured in her mouth. Two tears slid through her closed eyes and fell on Arude's pillow. A piece of wet water appeared on the pillow, which made Arude's already boiling heart feel as if a pot of cold water was poured on.

"What am I doing?" Aruod took back his hand, slapped himself in the face, keeping himself awake. He is indeed a man who needs it, and he has his own needs with Harvey's bed/letter fun. But even so, he loves women in his heart. Every time he sends Harvey mission, it is the safest place to treat Harvey. In front of him, Shirley, who looks like the goddess of his previous life, of course, Aruod also has a unique feeling. However, Shirley is willing to do this in order to save the Slavic nobles locked in the dungeon. If Aruod takes advantage of the danger of others, even he will look down on him. Thinking of this, Aruod sighs, silently covers the quilt for Shirley again, stands up and puts his coat on his body, and walks out of his bedroom.

"Oh, it's so unlucky. You'll be punished by guarding a beautiful woman but you'll suffer this crime." Aruod muttered, spreading the blanket of the originally young servant on the ground, lying on the hard ground and cursing indignantly.
Chapter completed!