The trickle of stream flowed quietly on the earth, and two teams marched from north to south. They each held bright flags. The people coming from the south looked crowded. The nobles in bright armor rode horses in front, and behind them were recruiting soldiers in ragged clothes and ragged clothes and strappy strollers. They were making noise while walking, chatting with their fellow villagers about the war they were about to face.

"Damn it, I should be busy with my farm work at this time, rather than fighting to the death with a broken pitchfork." The farmer with brown hair and beard whispered in a ruthless manner.

"You are wrong. Anyway, you are working for the nobles in the field. Although it is dangerous to work on the battlefield, you may also get unexpected wealth!" The neighbor next to him said with a tucked face, like a blooming gardenia, breathing through his missing teeth.

"Oh? Old Pete, you have fought with the nobles. Tell me what's going on. Is it dangerous?" asked the brown-haired farmer curiously.

"Warning war, isn't it just to follow the orders of the nobles, raise the draft fork and fight for a while. Don't worry, the nobles will take their private soldiers to fight in front. As long as we follow behind their butts, we can pick up the enemy's spoils, and even pick up a dagger, it can be sold for a lot of money!" Old Pete smiled and grabbed the lice that was creaking, then put it in his mouth, biting it with his remaining teeth, making a creaking sound.

"What about losing?" the brown-haired farmer blinked and then asked.

"If you lose? If you lose, throw away everything and run away quickly. Those white-ass nobles can still save their lives by ransom when caught. If we are caught, we are either sold as slaves or killed on the spot." Old Pete cut his neck with his thumb and made a throat-cutting action, which made the brown-haired farmer shudder.

"Woo woo woo woo woo woo." Suddenly, the sound of trumpets came from the north. Both sides stopped across the stream. The farmers stretched their necks and looked over curiously. They saw that the nobles in the north led a hundred and ten cavalrymen. The cavalry were wearing light leather armor, which looked less powerful than the private soldiers around the noble Mason.

"It's so poor. It seems that this is a peace negotiation." Old Pete said to his neighbors with great experience.

“How to say it?”

"The other party obviously does not have as many people as us, and they are not nervous at all when they look at the nobles." Old Pete looked at the smug nobles in the front row and pointed at their companions.

"Barl Lans, the Duke agrees to negotiate with you. Please go and see the Duke with you!" A Mecklenburg messenger rode his horse and brought Arod's message to Baron Lans.

"Where is Your Highness Princess Josie?" Baron Lans immediately looked behind the messenger and said to the messenger.

"There is there." The messenger pointed back and saw a carriage parked behind Arod. Princess Josie walked off the carriage with the help of her maid.

"Yeah." Seeing Princess Josie get off the carriage, Baron Lans nodded. He signaled to the nobles Mason behind him. The nobles dismounted one after another. Seeing this scene, Arod frowned. He didn't expect that Baron Lans had such a huge influence among the nobles.

"Crash." The sound of swords colliding between the nobles' waists sounded. They walked towards the village on the side of Arod. The soldiers from both sides were waiting outside the village. Arod only walked in with Princess Josie, five Teutonic knights and four attendants.

"For the sake of fairness, I hope everyone will keep their swords at the entrance of the village." A town notary wore a round cake turban and a businessman's clothing was covered with a gray-brown shawl. This represents fairness and justice.

"Okay." Lans saw that Arod and the Teutonic knights also untied their swords and placed them on the wooden table at the entrance of the village. He thought about it and nodded in agreement. He placed the sword on the wooden table at the entrance of the village. The other nobles looked at each other and untied their swords.

The elders in the village are usually in places where the villagers gather for banquets, so the space is enough to accommodate the nobles on both sides. They sit next to wooden tables in the east and west directions, while the witnesses stand in the middle.

"Did you incite the commotion led by Baron Lans in Mason?" Arod looked at Baron Lans sitting opposite him coldly, and said mercilessly from the beginning.

"Duke, what are you talking about? It is obvious that the farmers are dissatisfied with the local officials you sent, so what does it have to do with me?" Baron Lans leaned on the chair and smiled with his lips pursed.

"Let's go and see, but Baron Lans should not think I'm a fool." Arod narrowed his eyes and looked at Baron Lans. He thought that he had borrowed the courage to fight him. Harvey said it was the Duke of Bavaria, but Arod still had questions.

"Hey." Baron Lans smiled contemptuously, thinking to himself that Arod thought he could control everything. This was a big joke. Baron Lans knew that Mecklenburg was in a period of weakness. Baron Lans was sure.

"Okay, Baron Lans, you are the minister of my father and brother. Let us resolve this matter peacefully." Princess Josie sat beside Arod. She looked at Arod and looked at Baron Lans again. Her gentle voice had an effect on the Mason nobles. Baron Lans shut up and nodded.

"Our conditions are simple, Arod must hand over the right to regent of the Principality of Mason."

"This right can only be controlled by the people of the Herman family, that is, your Princess Josie." The nobles of Mason said to Arod.

"My husband is also a member of the Hermann family, and the nobles' proposals are unreasonable." Princess Josie immediately retorted.

"Your Highness, the Principality of Mason is the property of the Herman family. If you throw it to others like this, are you worthy of the Duke?" Baron Lans said to Princess Josie with his eyes slanted.

"I~." Princess Josie's cheeks appeared red. Baron Lans's words really made her unable to answer. Aruod hurriedly said.

"Baron Lans, are you trying to provoke my relationship with His Royal Highness? Besides, the successor of the Principality of Mason is William, and half of the blood of the Hermann family flows on his body. Why do you say you are an outsider?" Arod said.

"Yes, Baron Lans, I understand your loyalty, but there is no legal reason for this riot." Princess Josie advised.

"No, the nobles think that Arod is not suitable to be our regent." Baron Lance's head shaking like a rattle, and he stubbornly refused.

Suddenly, the negotiations between the two sides reached a deadlock, and both sides fell silent. Apart from the occasional cough, they did not speak to each other. Princess Josie frowned anxiously, with her father and brother's old family on one side, and her husband on the other.

"Well, if all the nobles do not agree to me as a regency, I will give up power to my wife, and bring peace to Mason again in order to quell the riots as soon as possible." Arod broke the deadlock first, and he said to Baron Lance and other nobles.

"Oh, has Arodon compromised?" The Mason nobles were ecstatic when they heard this, and it seemed that Arod was indeed scared.

"But I want you to provide me with 100% troops when you start a war in Mecklenburg," said Arod.

"How is this possible? Noble Mason has no obligation to Mecklenburg. Lord Duke, please give up this delusion!" Baron Lans sneered.

"Yes, we demand aristocratic autonomy. In order to be fair and just, the laws of the principality must go through the noble parliament." Inspired by Arod's compromise, radicals appeared among the Mason nobles, and they actually began to demand autonomy.

"Autonomy? I heard it right?" Aruod sneered and looked at these nobles who were greedy.

"Arod, you are just a nouveau riche. Every family here is nobler than you. Why should you obey the laws set by a nouveau riche?" The Mason nobleman accused Arod.

"It's so nonsense, so in your eyes are the Hermann family just nouveau riche?" Princess Josie immediately stood on Arod's side and angrily scolded the noble Mason in anger.

"Woo, sorry, Your Highness, Princess." Seeing Princess Josie standing up in anger, the Mason Noble dared not speak anymore. Even Baron Lans felt that pursuing aristocratic autonomy was too early. He made up his mind to realize his rights step by step. Princess Josie is just a woman, and she can't control the Mason Principality. In fact, the power will not fall into his own hands. Why bother with such a thing?

"We agree with the Duke's proposal, but we need to add a few in the peace talks." Baron Lans coughed gently, and after a long time of verbal criticism, he looked at the empty wooden table and was a little dissatisfied, but continued.

"What is it?" Aruod asked.

"The two ministers and military chiefs of the palace must be the nobles born to Mason." Baron Lance said. The so-called two ministers refer to the palace minister and the foreign minister. The palace minister is in charge of the internal affairs and finance of the palace, and the foreign minister is in charge of diplomacy. In addition, the military chiefs are all held by the nobles of Mason, so they basically control the Principality of Mason.

"This." Arod looked shocked, angry and unwilling to accept his face. It was particularly wonderful in Baron Lance's eyes.

"Haha, as long as you agree, I think you promise Mason will restore peace and order." Arod's depressed expression made Baron Lance feel particularly happy.

"What a wise man, a royal friend, a Slavic conqueror, is now just a ball of mud under my feet." Lans thought proudly, and was increasingly eager to have a glass of wine on the wooden table to celebrate and vent her inner excitement.

"Okay, I agree for peace." After a lot of struggle, Arod agreed to Baron Lans' proposal, and the Mason nobles burst into cheers of victory.

"Arod." Princess Josie looked at Arod gratefully, her eyes wet and tears. She felt that Arod had made great sacrifices for her.

"There should be alcohol at this time. Can the Duke provide alcohol? Don't worry, we will pay." Baron Lans said in a teasing and mocking tone.
Chapter completed!