Zack's domain was located southwest of Ignas, where there were abundant water sources and valleys, dense forests provided ample prey, and a buffered delta became fertile arable land, for which twenty serfs cultivated the land.

Zack's house was built of solid stone on a small hill, and it was more of a small fortress than a house, and next to the arrow tower of the house, an archer in an iron helmet was leaning against the battlements of the arrow tower and yawning, and the peace of life made him bored.

"Crunch." The wooden door of the house opened, and a shirtless man with his hair loose and a beard on his chin opened his mouth and yawned profusely, and then he came out to the well in front of the house, fetched a bucket of water, and dipped his head in the whole place.

"Wow~~." The cold well water quickly sobered him up, and he wiped a handful of cold water from his face with his hand.

"Master Zack." At this time, a village elder wearing a felt hat hurriedly walked over, and when he came to Zack, he quickly took off his hat, and occasionally looked up at Zack with fear in his eyes.

"Well, are you here to pick up the bride?" A contemptuous smile appeared at the corner of Zack's mouth, and he wiped his body with the well water.

"Yes." A bitter smile appeared on the elder's face, but he didn't dare to express his dissatisfaction easily.

"Yes, but why don't you let her husband pick it up, doesn't he want my blessing?" Zach turned and said to the elder.

"Of course I don't dare, it's just that her husband is sick in bed, and I ask the lord to be merciful and let the bride return to his husband's side." The elder clenched his felt hat in both hands, and he begged in the most humble of tones.

"How's that to go, shouldn't a man come and greet the bride himself?" But Zach showed no mercy, and he commanded the elders.

The elder had no choice but to turn away, and Zach touched his beard and laughed proudly, when several rugged soldiers came out of the house, and they came to the courtyard drunk and vomited.

"A bunch of bastards." Zach looked at his embarrassed subordinates and scolded with a smile.

"Lord Zack, we're tired of playing with serf women, when are you going to teach Ignas a lesson?" A bald soldier in leather armor studed with iron nails staggered up to Zach and said to him.

"Fool, Ignas is also a nobleman after all, don't worry, I've learned that Ignas owes usury to the merchants' guild, if he can't exchange the crops in the swamp for money, he can only mortgage his manor, lose the manor and land, he will definitely take his family to the town to seek refuge, then we just need to pretend to be robbers, then no one will suspect us." Zach said with a grim smile.

"Good idea, we've never tasted a lady before." The soldiers were excited, they were all lawless deserters, but they were caught by Zack and taken in as subordinates.

"Ping-pong." Suddenly, Zach punched the bald man in the face, knocking the bald soldier to the ground.

"Za, Lord Zack?" The bald man covered his face and looked at Zach in wonder, not understanding why he was attacking him, and the other soldiers also looked at Zack in surprise.

"Bastard, how can the blood of a nobleman be tarnished by a lowly fellow like you." Zach said viciously, swept by his fierce gaze, and these lawless deserters were suddenly silent.

"Whew."

"Hmph, at least I'll have to wait until I've had enough." Looking at the frightened soldiers, Zach suddenly burst out laughing, and he stepped forward to pull the bald head up, and said to them.

"Oh oh, hahaha, adults are really joking." The soldiers breathed a sigh of relief, and the tense atmosphere that had just now became lively.

"My lord is really, but if you can enjoy a noble lady once, you are willing to die." The bald soldier said with some regret.

"Just kill it, it's not like this kind of thing hasn't been done before." Zach yawned, and he walked nonchalantly to the bottom of the steps of the house, where he lay comfortably in the sun.

"Yes, yes, when was the last time you attacked the caravan?"

"The little lady that time was not bad, but unfortunately she died before we could take our turn for the third time."

"Hahaha, Lord Zack, who has a bad taste, actually cut off her limbs, stabbed her from below with a spear, and erected it looks like a flag from a distance."

"Speaking of which, Lord Zach is really cold-blooded."

"Shhhh

The soldiers talked, and looked at Zack with awe from time to time, who would have thought that this man with the blood of the Duke's family was so ruthless in his bones, even the lawless and murderous deserters were extremely afraid of him, but although fear was fear, only this lord was willing to protect them.

Bruce and Baron Leopold accepted Ignath's assignment, and the two took Stukov and Danny Splitter to Zack's territory, and they rode for a while, passing a small wooded area where they could see a fertile field.

"Oh, what fertile land." Baron Leopold was speechless, his territory was also very good in the principality, but it was far worse than here, which showed how favored this Lord Zack was in the Duke's family.

"I guess the people who live here are very rich!" Bruce rode his horse through the fields, where the land was black, and the flowers and bees fluttering around the fields showed that there was not only good land, but also honey cultivation, and the pastures on the distant hillsides could also be used for animal husbandry.

"Not necessarily, by the way, Lord Bruce, I seem to have heard of this Lord Zach." Stukov followed Bruce on foot, scratching his cheek, reaching out and fanning away a fly, and said to Bruce.

"What are the rumors?" Bruce asked with some curiosity, couldn't help but grab the reins of the horse, turned his head to Stukoff behind him, and asked.

"It is said that in the family of the Duke of Bemessi, there is a blood relative who has been sent abroad since he was a child, and it is said that this blood relative has a noble blood and is even qualified to inherit the title of duke, but he is a guy possessed by a demon." Stukov smacked his mouth, and he said to Bruce.

"Demon, ha, I don't believe it, if there is such a thing, I'd like to split it and see it." Splitting Shield Danny said disapprerovingly.

"What's that?" Suddenly, Leopold frowned and looked ahead, only to see a pillar-like thing standing up at the intersection of the road.

"Is it the smell of blood?" Bruce sniffled, the smell was all too familiar on the battlefield, but why it was in this idyllic landscape.

"Drive it~~." Baron Leopold kicked his mount, and the horse carried him two steps to the pillar, and Baron Leopold was shocked when he looked at the pillar in front of him.

"The god of war is above, what can do such a thing?" Splitting Shield Danny and the others looked at the pillar in front of them, and the northern warrior who survived the battlefield was also stunned, he had never seen such a cruel scene.

"Damn, is this what a human did to do?" Bruce couldn't help but curse, and no one cared at this time.

In front of Bruce and the others was a wooden pillar with two people hugging each other, only to see that it was vaguely distinguishable that there was a man and a woman nailed to the pillar, the man's eyes were only two blood holes, and his body was almost naked, only the breath came out and did not enter the air, but he was still alive, and the woman who was nailed to the man was covered with wounds and bruises, and it could be seen that the woman had endured great humiliation and pain before she died.

"Lord Baron." Stukov stepped forward, reached out and took a tiny white flower from the woman's hair, and took it to Bruce.

"What is this?" Bruce asked with a frown.

"This woman is a bride, this is called the July flower, it is a flower born in the season of Eros, and only the bride wears it in her hair." Stukov said to Bruce.

"The beginning, the first night? I didn't expect that there was such a custom here, but, but~~. Baron Leopold's face was a little pale, and his lips trembled.

"But it's bloody, isn't it?" Bruce had a calm face, he looked at this human tragedy in front of him, no need to ask, the man must be the poor groom.