A conversation with Prince Otto next to the fire pit made Arod seem absent-minded when he sat down again. He was thinking about how to form a cavalry after returning to Mecklenburg. Prince Otto smiled and poured the wine again. He knew that these things could not be accomplished overnight, but he looked at Arod with some expectations. The young Earl of Mecklenburg always brought miracles.

"Okay, let's keep these annoying things for my friends and let me talk about them later. I still have annoying things to ask you for." Prince Otto handed the wine glass to Arod and said to Arod with a little embarrassed look.

"It is my honor to be able to serve you, please tell me." Arod took a sip of the wine in the glass, and it was obvious that the noble Prince Otto seemed to have something difficult to do, and holding a private matter for Prince Otto seemed to be the beginning of deepening friendship.

"A good friend of mine, this is something he entrusted me." Prince Otto swallowed the wine in his mouth hard before saying to Aruod, saying that it seemed to be someone else's business, but someone with discerning eyes knew who this good friend was.

"Yeah." Aruod smashed his mouth and lit his head and listened to the story of this good friend very seriously. Prince Otto coughed a few times before continuing to say to Aruod.

"He met a Slavic lady in an unexpected situation, a very elegant and weak woman, beautiful and well-educated. They soon fell into love and had a strong child a year later." Prince Otto said in a gentle voice.

"A illegitimate son?" Aruod frowned. He knew very well who the friend Prince Otto was. A royal illegitimate son had a big joint.

"Yes, an unblessed illegitimate son, my friend asks you to protect this pair of orphans and widows, and you will gain honor and friendship." Prince Otto lowered his head and said to Arod humbly.

"Well. They will find a new life in Mecklenburg, have their place in my court, and be protected by me. I swear in the name of God." Arod swears with his hand.

"As the guardian of that child, I ask you, Earl Mecklenburg. Cultivating him to be like your parent-child." Prince Otto's vocal cords trembled slightly, his eyes became hazy, and his fingers holding the wine glass shook slightly a few times. Arod could observe the struggle and pain in the young prince.

"Please rest assured to my highness." Arod sighed softly and once again assured Prince Otto that as the future king of the East Frank Kingdom, Prince Otto could not marry a Slavic woman as queen, in order to consolidate the royal power and even expand the territory. The marriage target would also be the daughter of the duke of the Duke of the Principal in the East Frank Kingdom. As a king who might have everything, he could not even marry his beloved woman. This can be said to be a tragedy caused by the times.

When Arod walked out of Prince Otto's long house, the loyal Knight Ron and his personal servant Harren had already been waiting outside. Harren stepped forward to support Arod, who was staggering in his staggering steps. He didn't feel anything while drinking Prince Otto's wine by the fire pit, but after walking out of the long house, Arod felt a little dizzy when the wind outside made Arod feel. As he ran into a stumble, Arod returned to his room. Arod's personal servant Harren placed Arod on the wooden bed and covered his wool blanket.

"Woo water~~." The alcohol seemed to burn blood in Aruod's blood vessels. He kicked off the blanket on his body. Aruod, who was in a drowsy feeling his mouth dry. As he turned and turned, the door creaked and opened. It seemed that someone walked in with light steps. He walked to the wooden table and picked up the clay pot. There was clear water poured by the servant. Strangely, the man did not pour the water from the clay pot into the cup, but took a sip of cool water in his mouth.

"Well." Aruod felt a gentle touch and pressed tightly against himself. The two soft objects were hot and hot, which made Aruod wake up from the anesthesia of alcohol. He sat up like a conditioned reflex, wondering why Harren and Sir Ron casually let strangers walk into their bedroom.

"Shh~~~." A slender finger reached to Arud's lips. It was a woman's finger. At this time, Arud remembered that there seemed to be a maid who would accompany the bed at night. However, Prince Otto's plan was stuffed in his mind, and Arud, who was stimulating by alcohol, had no interest at all.

"You are, you are~~~~Gris, how could it be you?" When Arod saw the Nordic girl Grace lying on her by the moonlight shining in from the window, he saw that she was actually a Nordic girl, who was lying on her. But as the Danish king Banuk, shouldn't she be in the king's dormitory at this time?

"Huh, forget those names. Tonight you are not the earl of Mecklenburg, nor I am Grace, the queen of the King of Denmark. Please treat me as the most ordinary maid." Grace leaned on Arod's shoulder, blew gently into Arod's ear, and said softly.

"But will Danish King Banuk agree?" Arod didn't believe that for Grace, the Danish King Banuk, who even killed his wife, would let his newly married wife Gracie accompany the bed. Even the open Vikings would doubt this.

"Don't worry, Banuk was drunk by me, and now he was sleeping soundly in the bedroom. I came over as a maid. No one knew." Grace took off the coat wrapped around her body, and there was a smooth and delicate granite body. Her skin was fair and tight and full of the elasticity of a girl. Her golden hair scattered on her chest, covering the two cherries on the peaks, but it was even sweeter and more attractive in the faintness.

"We can't do this, it's a sin for me." Arod pushed Grace away and said. It was not easy to refuse such a beautiful girl's request to exchange it. However, Arod still tried his best to restrain himself as if he was a flood, and now it was like a river bank that blocked it was just a thin sense of morality.

"Mr. Arod, I have been virgin until tonight, but then I will marry the man who killed my father. I don't want Banuk to be my first man, and now you are the only one who can help me. If I don't even agree with this, I will hate the one who cursed myself." Grace saw Arod pushing herself away, reached out to cover her clothes again, and said to Arod.

"Gris, I." Arod frowned. If Danish King Banuk knew that he had fucked his newlywed wife, would he kill him directly? This concern would be stopped in time.

"Well, if you don't want to do this, I will go to the Lord's Hall, where there are many men who are willing to hold me, and everyone is fine as long as it's not Banuk." Looking at Arod's hesitant look, Grace stood up angrily and draped her clothes on her body, ready to leave Arod's bedroom.

"Wait, Grace." Arod quickly grabbed Grace's arm. How could he watch Grace give up on herself? Grace, who felt that her tricks succeed, threw herself into Arod's arms. Taking advantage of the moment when Arod's heart was in, he hugged Arod and threw it hard on the wooden bed.

The wet tongue was tangled together, as slippery as two loaches. Five fingers rubbed each other's skin, and reason gradually disappeared in the sparks. The weak moral dam was swallowed by the flood. This reaction from human instinct made the heat of the two bodies continue to increase. The hot skin was pressed together. Grace closed her eyes tightly, and her skin turned red. Arod kissed Grace's slender neck, and her lips rubbed against sensitive parts, making Grace feel that her lower body was extremely itchy, forcing her to rub against her white and slender legs.

"Oh, um, Grace." Arod was hit by desire. At this time, there was no reason or thinking. He acted completely according to his instinct. His rough palms went down Grace's lower abdomen, plucking the golden grass, and his fingers reached the narrow gorge. In the gentle touch, the fragrance of the gurgling stream flowed out. Arod knew that the time was right, but was Grace ready?

"Arod, what are you going to do? Is that hot thing a man's secret weapon?" Grace stretched out her palm to grab Arrod's vital point, and she became even tougher in the caress, almost rising Arrod exploded.

"Yes, now we want to be one like your ancestors, which may hurt a little, but just stick to it." Arod said gently in Grace's ear, stroking Grace's smooth shoulders and her hips that were definitely stronger and more plump than Asian women.

"Yeah." Grace could no longer speak at this time. Her whole body felt soft and her legs could not be used at all. She leaned against Arod's strong chest, smelling the masculine male hormones in her nose, completely immersed in this moment. Even Grace wanted to pray to the gods and stopped forever.

"Come on, beautiful queen." Arod lay down and helped Grace sit on her body, aimed her gun at Grace's private garden, held Grace's buttocks with both hands, helping Grace slowly sink.

"Well, woo, woo, ah~~." Grace, who had enjoyed this joy for the first time, only felt pain. How could the narrow space accommodate huge wooden sticks? Fortunately, the sticky and smooth stream helped her get through the difficulties.

"Grees well done, Grace." Arod patted Grace's smooth back with satisfaction, and a trace of pure blood flowed to Arod's abdomen. They were completely combined. Under the moonlight, Grace, who was sitting on Arod's body, began to slowly move her body. Grace gradually became completely skilled and made a cheerful sound from her mouth. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!