The next morning, Sleepy, who was sleepy, rubbed her eyes. She unexpectedly found that Aruod had not returned to her room, which made her a little depressed and uneasy. Maybe Aruod was drunk and fell asleep in the lord's hall. Thinking of this, Shirley suddenly remembered that she was still in Aruod's room. Although she was ready, nothing happened now.

"Ah." When Shirley tiptoed out of the room, she suddenly made a soft cry, because she seemed to be stepping on something soft. At this time, she realized that the person she was stepping on was Earl Arod, the supreme ruler of Mecklenburg County. The Count was rubbing her belly and climbing up from the ground with a bitter look on her face. There was a wool blanket on the ground. Could it be that Aruod had slept at the door all night last night? Shirley covered her mouth and widened her eyes.

"Hey, you're awake. The damn hard ground is harder than Sir Wendell's house bed in Black Swamp Village." Arod yawned and rubbed his waist and walked into his room. He urgently needed to sleep and retreat, leaving Shirley stunned at the door.

"Did he slept at the door last night to not disturb me?" Shirley's face turned red when she thought of this. Her charm was so unbearable that a mature man would not even sleep with the bed. But Shirley felt a little moved again. Although this count treated Slavs very coldly, she didn't expect to be very gentle to herself.

In a complicated mood, Shirley left Arod's bedroom. Arod didn't know the priestess' mood. He slept peacefully on the bed with the priestess' body still left. The medieval nobles rarely had the habit of getting up early. In the cold Europa mornings, no one was willing to leave his warm bed except for the farmers who were up early and working late. It was not until the sun rose and dispelled all the fog that the lord of the castle began to get busy in the kitchen.

"Good morning, Lord Earl." After a rest of his life, Aroud put on a white linen top, a black cloak, and led two hunting dogs given by Duke Mason, and rode on a horse to invite Gibran to hunt in the forest together. He was accompanied by five followers behind him.

"How was Mr. Gibran resting last night?" Arod walked in front of them, walked in front of them with wooden sticks and knocked in the bushes. He tried to scare out the gap between the small animals inside, and asked Gibran politely.

"It's very good, it's like being in your own home." Gibron said to Arod with satisfaction. It is true that the castle is very comfortable in both food and residence, and it is simply appropriate to use the word "home".

"That's good, it's my expectation to satisfy you."

"Oh. There seems to be something going on there." Gibran suddenly pointed ahead, and indeed a gray badger jumped out of the bushes. The chubby thing was frightened and ran around, and two of Arod's hunting dogs barked at it.

"Go." Arod released the rope of the hound, and two well-trained hounds rushed over as if they were flying. Arod took the bow and arrow from his servant. He focused on the bow and aimed at the direction of the desperate badger who was chased. Until the badger was forced to a big tree by the hound, the badger also aroused his wildness. It turned around and grinned at the hound, but at this moment Arod's fingers were released, and the arrow hit the badger and knocked it to the ground.

"Good archery." Gibron exclaimed that hunting was part of the military exercises of nobles in peacetime, and the military literacy of the nobles can be seen from hunting.

"Do you know how I dealt with Chief Rostock? Just like dealing with this badger, let it run away first, and shoot the deadliest arrow when it is forced into a desperate situation. But what I didn't expect was that Chief Rostock was killed by others. This made me very uncomfortable, as if my prey was stolen." As the servant ran forward and twisted the dead badger, Arod gave a sermon to Gibran easily.

"What you said makes sense, but after all, it was you who defeated Chief Rostock. My Earl." Gibran knew very well when to say what to say, but Arod defeated Chief Rostock was indeed beyond many people's expectations. If Arod had not defeated Chief Rostock's army, Marty would not have taken the opportunity to kill Chief Rostock. It can be said that the death of Chief Rostock was still counted on Arod.

"The split of the Slavs is a good time for the empire to expand. I hope this emperor can successfully conquer the land of Slavs." Arod said to Gibran, but his words were ulterior motives. Don't think that he casually invited Gibran to hunt together and then exchange experiences of defeating the Slavs. In fact, Arod was sending a signal to the royal family through Gibran, that is, to continue attacking the Slavs. The pagan Slavs were weak and bullied, but they occupied a large amount of land.

"With your help, I believe that it will definitely help His Majesty the Emperor win. But the dukes are homesick, and there will probably be a period of peace for a long time." Gibran was not stupid either. He understood Aruod's intention, but politics is like this. If there is a benefit, who is unwilling to attack the weak. It is just that unstable factors have begun to appear within the empire. The tribal dukes are very afraid that the royal power will expand, and they may not continue to support the expansion of the Slavs.

"Is that so? What a pity." Aruod was a little disappointed. He originally expected that the royal attack could distract the Slavs from him, but the huge Holy Roman Empire seemed to be hindering everywhere, and the bird catcher Henry was too tolerant of the dukes for his throne.

"But, Lord Earl, I don't know whether to say it or not?" Gibran thought for a while and said hesitantly to Arod.

"Oh, please tell me, Lord Gibran, you know that I have always regarded you as my friend." Arod knew that this senior courtier in the royal family was knowledgeable and had unique insights.

"You know that sometimes, we will have to deal with the devil first for the long-term benefit of the Lord."

"What do you mean?"

"Willer County is the key. If you can gain support from the Willers, it will be of great benefit to you in controlling Rostock County." Gibran had long seen Arod's ambition and said in one sentence.
Chapter completed!