Hobert rode on a brown donkey, his head was shaved like other monks, and a circle of silver hair indicated that he was not young, but the monk was energetic and looked like a young man. He held a Bible in his left hand and a circle of straw rope rosary in his right hand, and his mouth always muttered to himself, and his body swayed with the riding donkey. In front of him was a knight riding a tall war horse. The knight was wearing a chain mail and a shirt, and a pointed shield hung on one side of the war horse. The sword at his waist collided with movement and made a crisp sound.

"Are there really many pagans in the Knight Mecklenburg as you said?" Monk Hobert stopped reciting the name of the Virgin and asked the Knight class who was walking in front.

"Yes, monk Hobert, so monk St. Jom would think that a regional bishop is urgently needed to spread the holy teachings locally." The knight class replied truthfully. After a period of anxious waiting, the Holy See finally sent an experienced monk to the Mecklenburg area to take on the task of spreading the holy teachings.

"It's hard to believe how wild the land filled with pagans is." Monk Hobert carefully put the Bible in his cloth bag, clasped his hands together and said devoutly.

When the Knights took the monk from Rome toward Mecklenburg, Arod boarded a ship from Mecklenburg and left the land of Schleisug. He stood on the deck and took out a piece of amber from his arms. There was a small violet petal inside the yellow amber, which was given to Arod by Grace. It represented his admiration and steadfastness for Arod.

"Please enter the cabin, the wind and waves on the deck are very strong." Sir Ron was loyal to Arod, and the waves hit the side of the ship, splashing high water. The ship staggered towards the port of Mecklenburg. Although it would be a bit bumpy in the sea, it felt much faster and more convenient than walking from land. Arod felt that time was getting tighter and he had to return to his territory to prepare for the construction of the cavalry.

"It's okay, the sea breeze can make me more awake." Arod held the boat's side with his hand and felt the humid and salty smell of the sea breeze. He remembered that if he continued sailing east, he would arrive at the territory of later Russians. Now it should be a mixed area where the Rossians and some other ethnic groups live.

"Dear Count, I have calculated the income I have obtained from this battle. Please take a look." Soros, a Jewish man who followed Arod, came over staggeringly and took the income he calculated in the swaying cabin and showed it to Arod.

"Well, there are 100 pieces of weapons and armor, 150 bundles of fur, 60 barrels of honey, and a total of 1,000 silver coins after the sale of other items." Arod picked up the roll of parchment and looked at the plunder recorded above. Of course, this did not include the property shared with the Mason nobles. The Jewish Soros's accounts were very clear, Arod nodded with satisfaction.

"Sir, I suggest you give the inferior weapons, armor and fur to the Jewish merchants to deal with, and they will give you a suitable price." Soros nodded in satisfaction when he saw Arod nodding and suggested to Arod without any chance.

"My Count, you cannot give weapons to the Jews." But Sir Ron warned Aroud vigilantly that these Jews dressed strangely and often gathered together. If they handed over weapons and armor to them, who would know what kind of disaster would be caused by these people?

"Well, I will gather local merchants and Jewish merchants after returning to Mecklenburg to auction these spoils, and your people can also participate in this fair auction." Arod smiled slightly, rolled up the parchment and said to Soros.

"Auction?" Soros looked at Arod curiously. Even Jews who traded in Europe were the first to hear about it.

"Every item will be competed for everyone, whoever pays the price will be given to whom." Arod explained slightly, and the eyes of the Jewish Soros lit up. What Jews feared the most was discrimination from other nations in business, especially the aristocrats who believed in Christianity often robbed Jewish merchants, and this kind of public auction activity eliminated this drawback.

"I will definitely notify other companions to participate." Soros bowed to Arod, his long black hair swung on both sides of his cheeks, which was a characteristic that distinguished the Jews from other nations.

The ship soon arrived at the port of Mecklenburg within half a day. Harren, the personal servant who set out one day before Arod returned to Mecklenburg, spreading the news of Arod's return to the entire Mecklenburg. Therefore, when Arod's ship approached the port and the black lion flag fluttered on the mast, Princess Josie led the courtiers of Mecklenburg to gather in the port village. When the ship's springboard was put down, Arod sorted out his hat and armor, adjusted the sword terminator on his waist, and walked down the springboard with great strides. When Arod appeared on the springboard, the courtiers cheered. The news of Arod's victory spread throughout his territory, and some victorious banquets were inevitable, while Princess Josie was eager to see her newlywed husband.

"Thank you, is Monk Elvit normal? Oh, my beautiful wife." Aruod waved his hand to greet everyone. He saw his beautiful wife Princess Josie wearing a white long dress and a pearl hair net that could exude colorful light in the sun. The beautiful and charming princess stretched out her slender and fair hand, and Aruod gently held the white hand as white as milk.

"Earl." Princess Josie looked at Arod with beautiful eyes and performed a curt-beat manner to Arod. Although Princess Josie was a girl who liked to live freely before marriage, the court etiquette penetrated her soul. Even if she faced her husband, Princess Josie, she did not want to lose her etiquette.

"Oh, my dear wife, I know how much I miss you every lonely night on the battlefield." Aruod held Princess Qiaoxi and stepped forward to put her sweet words in the princess's ear. However, these sweet words were indeed revealed in my heart. Just like most other men in the Celestial Empire, Aruod really missed his beautiful wife.

"Dear Count, we have set up a banquet in Mecklenburg, and you and the princess will get back to the castle with you." Monk Elvit stepped forward and bowed and said to Arod.

Mecklenburg was hung with colorful flags in the lord's hall. Arod raised five court musicians to cope with the needs of the banquet. These musicians now sat on the second floor of the hall, playing the pleasant harp and playing the flute. The music echoed in Arod's court. The nobles were spread around the hall and talking to each other. Mecklenburg's gradual cultivation and the infrastructure that Arod had insisted on made many noble families immigrate here, so when Arod walked in with Princess Josie's hand, he saw many fresh faces.

"Monster Elvit." Arod hooked his finger at Monk Elvit and asked him to lean over and whisper, "Why haven't I seen these people before?"

"Oh, Lord Earl, please allow me to introduce these noble families." As the palace minister responsible for the finance and internal affairs of the territory, Monk Elvit said to Arod.

"Yeah." Aruod took his wife to sit in the lord's seat. He leaned back comfortably. The stiff wooden high-back chair was covered with a layer of velvet cloth, and the velvet cloth was filled with flocs. This was also Aruod's first.

"This is Bert Spindu. His family has always been proficient in running the farm. Their ancestor was a baron, and noble blood still flowed in the aristocratic family." Monk Elvit introduced a nobleman with a sword around his waist to Arod. The middle-aged nobleman bowed to Arod and Princess Josie with his big belly, and the leather straps around his waist were tense.

"Welcome." Arod stretched out his right hand and stroked several circles with his fingers, allowing Bert Spindu and his family to make their home in Mecklenburg.

"It's a great honor to serve you Lord Earl." Bert Spindu saluted Arod and Princess Josie again. He took off his hat and expressed his respect for Arod as his lord.

"Well, Lord Bert Spindu, you need to know that the nobles in Mecklenburg must abide by the law and pay taxes, of course this tax is much less than what the farmers have to pay." Arod felt that it was necessary to explain the policies of his territory to these immigrant nobles, but when he told Bert Spindu to pay taxes, the other party's face became a little weird and ugly.

"But, Lord Lord, as nobles, we have no obligation to pay taxes. Of course, if there is a war, my sons and I will stand on your side." Bert Spindu said in surprise. In their minds, the nobles are fighting with swords to maintain order and law. Paying taxes is what the peasants should do, not the treatment the nobles should receive.

"No, unless it is a franchise, the nobles in my territory will be required to pay taxes." Arod said with a calm expression.

"Lord, don't you need the support of the nobles' army?" Bert Spindu stood up straight and said loudly to Arod. The nobles in the hall watched the development of the situation with their breath, which was related to their rights.

"The nobles only need to pay taxes for me like the people in other territories, and you don't need to worry about the military affairs." Arod did not rely on the nobles' family business as other lords. In Mecklenburg, he wanted to establish a more efficient system rather than a pyramid-exploited feudal system, at least for now in Mecklenburg.

"Damn it, I'm leaving here with my family, hum." Bert Spindu stomped his feet in anger, turned around and left the lord's hall in Mecklenburg. Many nobles also left immediately after seeing this scene.

"Sir Earl, what are you doing? The nobles have left. Who should we ask to support the economy and maintain rule?" Monk Elvit looked at the departing nobles and said to Aroud in shock. (To be continued...)
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