Oun pinched his nose and immersed himself in the stinky septic tank. In his mouth was a thin tube distributed to him by the villains. The thin tube was made of wheat straw and was a must-have item for the villains to lurk into the rich mansion to commit crimes. Following this slowly flowing stinky ditch that was almost invisible in the dark, Harvey led his men and Oun miraculously escaped from his nest together.

Just as Oun was escaping into the stinky ditch and running for life, Arod, in the Monastery of St. Fontso, was meeting with farmers from the monastery village. These farmers were escorting more than a dozen serfs who had escaped from the Black Swamp Village. They believed that handing these escaped slaves to Arod could avoid conflicts with the Wendell family. Arod knew that if there was no protection of the nobles in this era, the escaped slaves would probably be severely punished after being caught by their original masters. He looked at the dozen trembling serfs.

"They won't hang us, right?"

"I heard that some masters would crucify the escaped slaves, which is terrible."

"It's all his fault. If he hadn't bewitched us, I wouldn't have taken my family to escape from the territory of the Wendell family. Lord Wendell's family is very nice to us."

The serfs whispered in a low voice. They looked at Aruod, who was wearing chain mail on the stone steps with fear. The fully armed mercenaries following Aruod's side seemed to have been able to foresee their tragic fate. During this period, there were serfs holding children crying.

"Sir Earl, the power of life and death of these people is in your hands. How to deal with them?" Julian asked Arod.

"Go tell my father about what's happening here, they are my father's serfs." Arod really wanted to take these people into his own. He had strong professional soldiers, Swiss mercenaries, and monks who were good at various skills, but the basis of his rule was the people. He was difficult to find supporters on the land of pagans, so he needed a large number of people and people. For this reason, he also asked Jeff to find slave merchants for himself. In a few days, slave merchants would bring their own goods to him, but these serfs in front of him were not rich, just like gifts. If they were the fugitive slaves of other lords, Arod would definitely be black without saying a word, but these were fugitive slaves from the Black Swamp Village, the people of Baron Wendell, and the property of his father. Even if he had left the Wendell family, he could not help but inform him.

"Yes, Lord Earl." Julian had officially sworn allegiance to Arod and became Arod's first attendant, and one of the responsibilities of the attendant was to convey information.

"Master Arod, have you finally decided to go to Mecklenburg County?" Monk Barth followed Arod tremblingly. Although Arod drove away Robert and made him the dean of the Monastery of Saint Fontso, Arod led the Swiss mercenaries to stay in the monastery and ate and drank. The workshop built by Arod made the quiet monastery a downtown city, and the monks were suffering. What's more, Arod also took many of the supplies in the monastery, which almost made the wood in the monastery warehouse empty. Some monks' rooms were leaking and there was no wooden board to use, so when they heard that Arod finally decided to leave, Monk Barth almost treated it with the attitude of sending the plague god.

"Yes, my preparations have been completed, and I would like to thank the Dean for your support." Aruod knew that Monk Bart was bored with him, but he would not go out easily without being fully prepared.

"Then I will congratulate you on your honor of victory, Lord Earl." Monk Barth quietly let out a sigh of relief. Finally, the Monastery of Saint Fontso was about to return to his past peace, which made him feel much better.

Soon, Baron Wendell's reply was brought by Julian in the evening of the afternoon. Arod's personal servant brought Baron Wendell's message accurately, which was to hand over the disposal of the escaped slaves to Arod. It didn't matter whether they were alive or dead, which could be seen as the kindness released by Baron Wendell. Julian told Arod that his mother, Mrs. Beava, missed him very much, and hoped that Arod and Baron Wendell would be harmonious with each other.

"Yeah, is that what he said?" Arod didn't say anything after hearing Julian's words for a long time. He regretted it afterwards too impulsive. Baron Wendell was also worried about the safety of his wife, so he couldn't control his emotions. But it doesn't matter now. Arod has his own career to do. He couldn't live in the shadow of others after he was reborn. Thinking of this, he was a little energetic.

"What are you going to deal with those escaped slaves?" Julian asked Arod.

"Call those escaped slaves." Aroud claded his clothes and needed some serfs who could follow him to live on the pagan land, but would these serfs follow him for the reason? You should know that the pagan Sislavs are no less than the devil's existence in the hearts of the serfs.

When the fugitives were gathered, they saw several mercenaries outside the monastery nailing a cross. Listening to the sound of the hammer hitting the nail, they shuddered and couldn't help but remain silent.

"I am the second son of Baron Wendell, the legal ruler of Mecklenburg County, Arod." Arod stood on a stone step and said loudly to the serfs, but there was not much enthusiasm in the eyes of the serfs. The nobles were always showing off their legal rule here or somewhere, but what did it have to do with him, so Arod continued, "I know you escaped from the Black Swamp Village because of worrying about life, but have you got the land you want here?"

"Well." Aruod's words were like a stone plunged into the lake, rippling in the hearts of the serfs. Yes, they were afraid that the Wendel family would fall, and the land they cultivated was taken away by other nobles. After all, they were just cultivating other people's land. Almost all the land in Europa had masters. They could only vassal on other people's land to live. A large number of crops produced from the land were taken away, and less than one tenth of what they could get, but even so, they had to work hard day and night.

"There is nothing you want here. If you want land, we can only go to the north and where to find the pagan Sislas. Follow me and follow me to seize the pagan lands. I will share these lands for you to cultivate. You only need to pay me the prescribed taxes. The remaining crops produced from the land belong to you." Arod stood on the stone steps, waving his arm, and proclaimed to the serfs.

"What? Are we going to make us self-cultivating farmers?" The serfs looked at Aruod with a gaze. They couldn't believe their ears. Owning their own land to become a free self-cultivating farmers was something they would never dare to dream of in their entire lives.

"Sir, what are you doing?" Julian was also shocked. He did not expect that Arude not only did not punish these escaped slaves, but instead promised them land and freedom. If Arude wanted to serve these serfs, he only needed to give orders. They were just slaves who were attached to Arude.

"Sir, if you really plan to do this, then we will definitely follow you. Even if you enter hell, you won't be afraid." An old man with a purple tumor on his face trembling with his hands. His eyes were filled with tears. He walked to Arod a few steps and knelt in front of Arod and said.

"Yes, I will make you free self-cultivators, but the premise is that you must help me take down the land of the pagans." Arod nodded affirmatively, and he pulled out his sword and shouted at the top, "Go to war with the pagans in the name of God."

"War to the pagans, to war, God's will." At this time, instigated by Arod's interests and religion, the serfs and mercenaries present shouted, especially the serfs were almost dancing enthusiastically.

"There is nothing more efficient than raising people's enthusiasm." Arod walked down the steps with a smile, patting Julian on the shoulder. Watching the mercenaries raise wooden crosses, it seemed that under the guidance of this cross, they would surely be able to win.

The expedition team, ready to set out in the early morning of the next day, the Swiss mercenary brigade held a spear in his hand, and under the beating of a sheepskin drum, took neat steps with the drum beat. This idea was made by Arod. After discovering that the sound of the drum could keep the soldiers good morale, Johnberg accepted the suggestion readily. Following the Swiss mercenary brigade were the serfs holding spears in their hands. Their faces were rosy and excited. They assumed the role of servitude and light infantry, and protected the safety of skilled monks. Commanders such as Arod and Julian walked in the middle of the team. One was safety and the other was also helpful for commanding the overall situation. Finally, the serfs' families and caravans were filled with food, live poultry, and a large number of wooden boards and linen ropes.

"Sir Arod, why do you pull so many wooden boards? Without these wooden boards we can transport more food and weapons." John Berg asked in confusion, but Arod just smiled mysteriously, holding the map given to him by Jeff. There was a place on the map marked by him, which seemed to be their destination.

When he was about to reach the border, suddenly Aruod heard the sound of horse hooves. He raised his hand and let the team stop by a small river. As long as they crossed the river, they left the territory of the Principal of Mason. Who was chasing him at this time? Just as Aruod was thinking this way, he saw several familiar figures galloping from the path.

"Arude, why don't you tell us to leave by yourself?" Yifu still looked careless. He rode his horse like a donkey. His tall figure made the horse under his climax exhausted. He ran wildly while shouting.

"Yifu." Aruod looked at his cheap brother with a complicated mood and opened his mouth.

"Arod, are you leaving now?" Behind Ifu was Josephine, her beautiful eyes were slightly angry, as if she was very unhappy with Arod's farewell.

"Josephine, how are your little wolf?" Arod liked this girl with a boyish atmosphere very much. However, when he looked at Josephine snuggling beside Yifu, he seemed to guess that the relationship between the two had made great progress. Julian would occasionally mention it inadvertently, but Arod was not too jealous. After all, it is not necessary to get a girl to appreciate her.

"Yes, they have started eating meat." Josephine proudly held her little head with a happy look, while Yifu looked at her with a pampering look.

"Don't blame my father, he regrets treating you like that," Ifu sighed and said to Arud.

"I know, I was unauthorized and disappointed him. I didn't mean to blame him. I just wanted to do my own thing."

"Okay, the lion will leave the group of lions one day. You are a real lion, Arod. My father asked me to bring you twenty soldiers, all of whom are good soldiers with swords and spears in the family. As well as Jodo and his daughter also strongly demanded to go with them. In the team behind, this is a little support from the Wendell family for you. Although it is insignificant, don't forget that we are always family members with blood thicker than water. If you encounter setbacks, you will always be welcome here." Ifu patted Arod's shoulder, and his big hand almost made Arod fall from the moment he hit him, but Arod just smiled bitterly, but his heart was very warm.

"Julian, I don't know if it's right to let you follow Arod to the pagan land, but is this your choice right?" On the other hand, Josephine and Julian were also reminiscing about the old days. Josephine and Julian grew up together. Even if they have never disclosed their identities, the blood relationship between half-brothers and sisters cannot be denied.

"This is my own choice, and I will bear the consequences no matter what the result is." Julian looked at the happy little sister in front of him, not knowing what to say, but as Arod said, he also had what he wanted to do.

"Okay, take care of Arod, don't die." Josephine stood on tiptoe, kissed Julian on the forehead, and told him.

"Well." Even though he was a half-sibling, Julian was an illegitimate child of low blood. He had never touched Josephine while protecting her. This was the first time, and the first time he was kissed by Josephine, even his forehead was enough to shock him.

There is always a farewell when Iv and Josephine's back disappeared at the end of the trail, Arod patted Julian's back and turned toward Mecklenburg County. The cross in front of the team, made of wood nailed together, emitted a strange golden light in the sun.
Chapter completed!