Bruce stood in the room of the manor, and through the window he could see the entry of a succession of local squires and knights, all of whom had served the Locke family for generations, and because of their service, the Locke family had a solid position in Cumberland.

"Are you ready?" Sir Wayne walked in and asked Bruce.

"What about my friends?" At this time, Bruce was wearing a red and black aristocratic dress, with a silver chain necklace around his neck, which set off the dazzle of his blonde hair, and the one-foot-long boot-pointed shoes on his feet made Bruce very awkward, but he was helpless.

"They're here." Sir Wayne bent slightly, waved his hand in the direction of the door, and said to Bruce.

Bruce followed Sir Wayne's gesture and saw Edward, Annie, Warren the Elder, Mad Friar, Eve, Mavis, Monica, and Shieldsplitter Danny walking up to him.

"Bruce, oh no, it's Lord Baron." Danny saw Bruce and beckoned happily, but his feet were stomped on by Annie, so he reacted and quickly changed his words.

"Looks good!" Bruce looked at his friends in new clothes, whether it was Warren the Elder or the Mad Friar, or Eve the Huntress, or even Monica, all dressed beautifully, except that Monica wore a mask on her face.

"That mask was left over from James' masquerade, and I gave it to the poor kid." Sir Wayne whispered to Bruce.

"Yes, thank you." Bruce thanked Monica with emotion, and Monica fell in love with her brother James, but unfortunately James failed her feelings.

Monica looked around the manor, this is where James lived, although the negative man ruthlessly abandoned herself, but Monica could not forget him, maybe in the place where the negative person lived, she could still find a little solace.

"Bruce, how about my dress?" Mavis walked up to Bruce excitedly, wearing a thick linen dress that looked like a maid, but the new dress still made her feel good, and spun in circles in front of Bruce.

"Not bad." Bruce nodded appreciatively, Mavis has beautiful blonde hair and a face that can confuse anyone, if she wears a noble dress, she is pretending to be a noble lady and some people believe it.

"Alright, it's getting late, Lord Baron, please go to the hall!" Sir Wayne said to Bruce.

"Okay, come with me!" Bruce took a deep breath, clutched the sword of courage at his waist, and said to his buddies.

The corridors of the manor resounded with the footsteps of Bruce and the others, and in the empty corridors, the footsteps echoed on the surrounding walls, and several servants who passed by saw the baron coming, and hurriedly bowed to him.

"The new patriarch of the Locke family, Bruce. Lord Baron Locke arrived. As he reached the side door of the hall, a valet pushed open the side door of the manor hall and announced loudly.

"Squeak~~."

"Whoa."

When the wooden door opened, there was a commotion, and Bruce's brow furrowed slightly, but he walked in with his head held high.

I saw that in the hall gathered more than a dozen vassals of the Locke family, dressed in clothes with side shawls and wine glasses in their hands, gathered in twos and threes to whisper, and when the manservant loudly announced that Bruce was coming, these nobles turned around and looked in the direction of the door with puzzled eyes.

"My lords, I hope that my servants will have a warm fireplace and a comfortable bed for you." Bruce walked in with a smile on his face, he was a village official in his previous life, and he was still very handy with these words.

"Thank you, Lord Baron." The nobles hurriedly bent down, stretched out their hands and waved to the side, saluting Bruce.

Bruce nodded in return to the nobles, and then walked to the baron's throne above the hall, a sturdy chair made of oak chairs, with his companions standing to his left and right.

"Huh?" Looking at Edward and the others behind Bruce, the nobles all showed their surprised bodies, generally like the retainers of the barons who have fiefs, most of them are born nobles, but the retainers around Bruce, except for Sir Wayne and another unknown knight, look at the equipment are all civilians, but the nobles did not say anything, after all, what kind of retainers the nobles choose to serve is his own business.

"Thank you, my lords, for accepting my invitation to join me in my succession ceremony at Locke Manor." Bruce sat on the baronial throne, he looked at the noble vassals with different looks below, his brows couldn't help frowning slightly, it seemed that today's succession ceremony would not be peaceful.

"First of all, we want to congratulate Master Bruce." The nobles look at each other, you look at me, I look at you, at this time, a nobleman with a ram embroidered on his chest walked out, he took off his leather gloves, held them in his hands, walked up to Bruce, bowed and saluted.

"This is Thomas. Lord Wallace, it's Frey. Son of Wallace, a noble lord. Sir Wayne hurriedly walked by Bruce's side and introduced him to the ram nobleman.

"Thank you, Lord Thomas." Bruce put his hands on the armrests, and his behavior seemed natural, much to the surprise of the nobles who were a little worried that he was too young.

Bruce's elder brother James is the heir carefully cultivated by the old baron, so the nobles have been familiar with it since childhood, and know James's way of life and governance, but now James died suddenly and was replaced by a second son, Bruce, and the nobles were deeply afraid that this young lord would bring the Locke family to the brink of extinction.

"Lord Bruce, that's right, I heard some bad rumors on the way here." Thomas. Wallace straightened up, and he said straight to Bruce.

"Rumors, what rumors?" A smile tugged at the corner of Bruce's mouth, and he felt bad in his heart, but he had to make a flirtatious look.

"It has been said that your brother James did not die of disease." Sir Thomas spoke aloud, his voice echoing through the hall and stirring up a thousand waves, and the nobles began to talk about it, and this rumor was everywhere in Cumberland.

"Damn it." Sir Wayne's brows furrowed, he didn't expect the rumors to be so fast, and he secretly screamed in his heart.

Mavis listened to the words of the nobles, and her heart became nervous, she was angry and killed James with a poisonous kiss, but after all, it was a felony for a commoner to kill a baron, and if the nobles present knew that she did it, they would probably cut her to pieces with a sword without saying a word.