The royal envoy had actually entered the neighboring country of Mecklenburg, Altmark, and received a banquet in the Earl's Castle in Artemburg. However, the next day he heard that the Slavic chief invaded Mecklenburg, which made the royal envoy hesitate. He heard from the Earl's Arthur Mack that the Slavs' fierce momentum from Earl'arthur Mack. More than a thousand Rostock people attacked Mecklenburg Castle. Even Earl'arthur Mack nervously ordered the knights to return to the territory and wait for the order. Therefore, the royal envoy stayed in the Earl'arthur Mack's castle and waited for the next step of the situation.

About a month later, just as the royal envoy was about to return without success, he heard rumors that Arod defeated the Rostock people. At first he did not believe this rumor. You should know that the number of soldiers of the Rostock people far exceeded Arod, and because Arod did not have a vassal to Duke Mason, it was impossible to obtain reinforcements, which means that Arod had to face the large number of Slavs alone.

"Arod really won. My men caught some Slavic deserters at the border and got the right news from them." Earl Artmak sat at the dining table and said to the royal messenger. On the left hand of the count were his two children, one boy and one girl, the boy wearing a red wool robe, the girl wearing a green velvet skirt with gold thread, and the two were fighting each other even at the dining table.

"Is this true?" The royal envoy was a nobleman of the Principality of Saxony. He was about forty years old, and he was decent and elegant, familiar with the court etiquette of various countries.

"That's right." Count Artemark rubbed his nose, his mood a little complicated. Unlike other nobles, he was a man who considered mediocre, and his only hope was to replace his descendants of his territory. In the past, he racked his brains to deal with the Slavs in the north, but since Arod seized Mecklenburg County, he became a barrier to replace him to resist the Slavs. However, when he heard that the brutal Chief Rostock was defeated by Arod, Count Artemark could not help but feel uneasy for his powerful neighbors around him.

"Then the Count seems to me, I am going to set off. Thank you for your warm hospitality over the past few days." The royal messenger stood up and bowed to Count Artmark and said, "Since the war in Mecklenburg County has ended, he will perform the duties given to him by his monarch.

"May God bless you to have a safe journey." The Count stretched out his finger, sat on a chair, lowered his head and gently stroked it in the air for a few times.

The royal messenger led his two guards, riding horses on the muddy road, and soon they arrived at the border of Artmark County, where the borders of each county were checked, responsible for checking pedestrians and collecting taxes on caravans and pedestrians. The royal messenger and his guards spread a royal heraldic flag, and as nobles and those working for the royal family could pass the level without any obstacles.

"It's getting dark. We'll take a break in the roadside hotel and go to meet Earl Arod tomorrow morning." The royal envoy raised his head and looked at the sky. Before he knew it, the sun had set. A hotel built of wood next to the muddy path was just right. They kicked the horse under their crotch and walked towards the hotel. They could not sleep in the woods and roast the moist cloak in a warm fireplace. It was best to drink a sip of hot wine.

"Hahaha." When the messenger pushed open the hotel door, the noise of the people inside and the heat waves of the fireplace came towards him.

"Are you, distinguished guest, come in, the night wind outside makes people shudder." The innkeeper, who was erect, let the messenger in. He led them to a seat behind a wooden post. When the messenger and two guards sat down, they ordered three portions of bread, apples and three cups of hot ale.

"Hey, Robert Jr. tell us about the battle you participated in against the Rostock, the part on the wall where the Slavs siege towers burned into torches." At this moment, a table of peasants squatting were cheering, and the others turned to look at places, even the royal messengers were no exception.

"Of course you can give me another glass." Robert's face appeared with drunken rosy. It seemed that he had already obtained a lot of wine because of the battle he had experienced, but people still listened endlessly.

"No problem, say it, say it." People said to him one after another, and even the hotel owner stopped wiping the wooden cup and looked there.

"Okay." Robert Jr. was inspired by everyone. He jumped onto the wooden bench and looked at the people sitting below and raised their faces waiting for him to tell the story. He talked endlessly about the fierce battle that took place under Mecklenburg Castle. Robert Jr. was very eloquent and even the royal envoy couldn't help but listen.

"Why did Count Arod hand over the important city wall defense to the peasants? It can be seen that this boastful guy is just bragging." The guard who followed the royal envoy shook his head in disbelief. As a soldier, he knew very well that the importance of city wall defense was impossible to hand over to lay farmers. Seizing the city wall and defending the city wall. If people who have not been trained in military affairs are likely to collapse due to fierce fighting. Therefore, usually those who defend the city wall are professional soldiers such as knights, and unless they have no choice, they will not let the peasant soldiers get in the way.

"You don't understand this. They are not ordinary farmers, but baojia soldiers of Count Arod." At this time, a traveler at the table next to the royal messenger explained to the guards.

"Baojia Soldier?" the royal envoy asked curiously.

"Well, these farmers cultivate land during the busy farming period, but they have to enter the castle for military training during the slack farming period. That's probably what it means. Lord Arod is really generous. Tsk, let these people live in the castle for free. If I were to do it, I would be a farmer in Mecklenburg County." The travel merchant took a sip of ale and said in admiration.

"Then Earl Aruod isn't afraid that these people will avoid training after eating?" The guard asked in confusion. He knew the laziness and slippage of the farmers.

"No, Baojia soldiers must be a family member in Mecklenburg County. If one of the family is a Baojia soldiers, he can get one copper coin per month, but they can only be distributed at the earl and can only be distributed at the end of each year. If he cheats, not only will his family be punished, but the deposit will be confiscated. Otherwise, these Baojia soldiers will be sacrificed in battle." The travel merchant chewed the jerky meat and explained to the royal envoy.

"You know a lot." If the royal envoy looked at the travel merchant with a deep meaning, but the other party seemed to know his identity and just smiled slightly. At this time, Robert's story was about Arod's siege with asphalt to siege the tower. Everyone couldn't help but hit the table with wooden cups and laughed happily. After more than a year of immigration, the Germanic population of Mecklenburg County gradually increased, and the Slavs' population was declining after experiencing the rebellion. After seeing Arod's cold side, they did not dare to publicly go to Chief Rostock.

"Ping~~." Suddenly, a loud noise broke the cheers of people. Several people with swords on their waists came in from the night. Two of them bent down and entered the hotel, while the other two stood outside the hotel holding torches. The people in the hotel frowned and looked at the door. The people with weapons had already placed their hands at the handle of the weapon. Although Mecklenburg County was much more stable under the control of Arod, there were also robbers with scissors. However, when the people who kicked open the wooden door walked in, the people in the hotel saw the wooden signs on their chests.

"It's the Blood Drop Brotherhood, three blood drops." The wooden sign was drawn with three blood drops, which surprised people. They knew that the number of blood drops represents the level of the Blood Drop Brotherhood members. The more blood drops, the higher the level. The ordinary Blood Drop Brotherhood members only have one Blood Drop Wooden Sign, which is usually responsible for public security activities in towns and countryside.

"May I ask what are you doing when you visit the shop?" The hotel owner walked over in shock. He rubbed his chubby hands, nodded and bowed to several members of the Blood Drop Brotherhood. He knew that these people represented the authority of Count Arod and could not be offended at all.

"Don't worry, we're just looking for a spy." The members of the Blood Drip Brothers comforted others. The people in the hotel heard that there were spies here looking at each other. The hotel was a place where travelers could stay, and it was inevitable that there would be a mixture of fish and dragons, which made people feel a little nervous and in danger.

The members of the Blood Drop Brotherhood walked straight towards the wooden table where the royal messenger was sitting. The others hurriedly left the table, and the royal messenger couldn't help but frown. Did these people misunderstand that they thought they were spies? He had never heard of any country's palaces that had the Blood Drop Brotherhood, which sounded like the name of a gang of robbers.

"Bang~~." Just as the guards of the royal envoys were about to stand up, the travel merchant beside them suddenly overturned the wooden table, pulled out the slender sword hidden in the wooden stick, and tried to cause chaos to escape in the hotel. However, the members of the Blood Drip Brotherhood were well trained to avoid the wooden table. They pulled out the sword from their waists to surrounded the travel merchant, blocking the direction of his every action. Seeing that they could not break through the blockage of the Blood Drip Brotherhood members, sweat broke out on the forehead of the travel merchant, and his eyes glanced at the wooden window of the hotel.

"Ah." The travel merchant took a step forward and stabbed the sword at the blood droplet on the left, then rushed to the wooden window to prepare to go out. At this moment, he heard a scream. He covered his neck and fell down, and saw a long needle stuck to his neck.

"The guy who went to hell actually thought he could escape, and there were also our people outside." Members of the Blood Drop Brotherhood proudly inserted the sword into the scabbard. One of them had a copper tube in his hand. This was their special weapon to blow the arrow. The needle was covered with a neurotoxin mushroom juice, which could knock down the opponent silently.
Chapter completed!