"Black Widow?" Bruce sits at a table with pieces of meat and apples, which have also been scavenged from Todd's house.

"Yes, Black Widow Connie. Lois. Yule is the lord of the Locke family, the patriarch of the Yule family, and the countess of Randallshire. Anne picked up a wooden bowl with slimy oatmeal, and meat was basically inedible to commoners except for the nobles.

"Do they often have disputes with each other?" Bruce pricked a slice of meat with a chopping knife, put it in his mouth and chewed it, and asked Anne curiously.

"Randallshire is made up of three villages and a castle, one of which shares a river with the fiefdom of the Locke family, but the village of Black Widow is located upstream, and it is safe for each other during the rainy season, but during the dry season, the villagers fight for water." Anne explained to Bruce.

"If I'm not mistaken, it's dry season, so we still have time." Bruce nodded, and as he pondered, he didn't notice a pair of small white hands dragging the meat off his plate.

"Hey, that's lord food." Anne saw it sharply and scolded loudly.

"You don't expect us to leave the swamp just to eat this vomit!" Mavis propped her feet on the table, holding Bruce's beef in both hands, and gnawing greedily like a greedy kitten.

"Tsk, Mavis, you should learn more etiquette, or sooner or later someone will be exposed." Bruce clapped his hands and stood up, he was happy with the information he had just gotten, time, what he lacked most now was time, as long as he was given enough time, he would build a strong army.

Order was restored to the village of Glynton with the arrival of the new lord, the villagers were assigned to various jobs, economic activity began to operate, and Bruce stood in front of the house, which overlooked the entire territory.

"What are you looking at?" Mavis walked out of the Lord's House, picking at the scrap between her teeth with her fingernails, and asked Bruce as she stood in the doorway.

"A castle." Bruce took a deep breath, the aroma of the air lifted his spirits, and said to Mavis with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Castle, oh woo, sounds good." Mavis was drawn to Bruce's words, but when she put her hand above her eyes, she saw just an ordinary village, but she was smart enough to quickly understand what Bruce meant.

"Did you know that mixing with volcanic ash and clay can produce a new substance?" Bruce turned to Mavis and said.

"What?" Mavis looked at Bruce in surprise, not knowing what he was talking about.

"So did you know there was a volcano there? It's the kind of mountain that erupts regularly, spewing out flames and lava. Bruce touched his chin and asked Mavis.

"I once heard an old woman like a dead tree trunk tell me at a witch's gathering that a small island a few miles away from here was a small island that was spewing hot flames and dust all year round, and that the elders said that it was the gates of hell." Mavis thought for a moment and said to Bruce.

"How can I go where?" Bruce's eyes lit up, the news was simply good news from the sky, with volcanic ash can make the most primitive cement, which is the best building material.

"I don't know." Mavis was no longer interested in the subject, and she remembered that Anne was baking bread with wheat flour, and turned and walked into the house.

Eventually, however, Bruce found a way to get to the island, and the news came from Elder Warren, who climbed the hill every day to report to Bruce about the construction of the territory outside the lord's house.

"The port, you can only get to that volcanic island if you find a ship from the port." Elder Warren replied to Bruce.

"And where is the port?" Bruce asked hurriedly.

"If I'm not mistaken, the nearest port is in Randallshire, where there is a port where ships coming and going off the waters of Leia will dock for a while." Elder Warren thought for a moment before he said slowly, many things had disappeared from his mind for a long time, and it would take him a long time to remember.

"Randall, Randall County again." Bruce frowned slightly, touched his chin and said.

A babbling river flows slowly, and the dry channel can be seen, and in the rainy season, it is a large river, but now there are only pebbles everywhere, and a few crabs slowly crawling between the rocks of the riverbed.

"Whew, whew, whew~~." Across this babbling and drying river, two flags confronted each other across the river, one with a white cross embroidered on the sapphire blue flag, and the red flag on the other side embroidered with a black spider with teeth and claws.

"I am the family knight of House Locke, Sir Wayne, and I ask to speak to your mistress." A knight wearing an open-closing iron helmet on his head, chain mail, a jewel-blue smock over his head, and a war horse under his crotch in a leaf-yellow vest, shouted loudly to the other side of the river.

Sir Wayne was flanked by two armed squires with shaved watermelon heads, leather armor, and spears and teardrop shields, who were guarded to the left and right of the knights, and behind the squires were twenty sergeants with spears and shields, who waited in a neat line for Jazz's orders, and behind the sergeants were a group of serfs armed with pitchforks and sticks, who were muttering to each other.

"I am the steward of the Yule family, and I speak to you on behalf of my mistress." At this moment, from under the banner of the Black Spider on the opposite bank, a fat man in leather armor rode out, and he put his hand on his chest in response to Sir Wayne.

"Honorable Governor, I have been entrusted with the carte blanche by my master to resolve the dispute between the two realms." Sir Wayne's leather gloves gripped the horse's reins and kicked his mount with a spur in his heel, which took two steps forward.

"Disputes, I don't see any disputes, but your lords have wounded the countess's serfs, so you must apologize and pay the countess monetary compensation in order to compensate her for the loss of her property." The fat manager shook his chin, his round eyes rolled, and he said loudly to Earl Wayne.

"It's a pity that such an unfortunate thing happened, but we must settle this matter today, and it wouldn't have happened if it hadn't been for the Countess's order to intercept the water source upstream." Earl Wayne frowned, although he still used polite and restrained words, but he was extremely dissatisfied with the countess in his heart.

"Then it can only be solved by means of private warfare." The fat manager touched his belly, he raised his right hand, and saw the red flag swinging, and the sound of brushing sounded in the forest behind him, and there seemed to be many people moving.

"The sergeant walks ~~."

"Boom, boom, boom~~."

A group of soldiers of the Yule family, wearing iron helmets and leather armor, armed with large shields and spears, appeared, and Earl Wayne looked up to see that there were a hundred sergeants on the other side, and thirty archers appeared on either wing.

"Does the Countess really intend to be an enemy of the Locke family? Don't forget that the Duke is coming to Locke Manor. Sir Wayne frowned, realizing the disparity in strength, and moved out of the Duke of Bemessey, hoping to use the Duke's prestige to bring the countess to his knees.

"Don't bother, even if the Duke of Bemessi himself is here, the countess will not give up her rights." The fat steward scoffed at this, and the inability to irrigate the farmland without an adequate water source would affect the countess's income, which the great countess could not bear.

"Is there really going to be a private fight?" Earl Wayne turned his head to look behind him, at the young squire, twenty sergeants, and the rabble of serfs, believing that once the war began, it would be a one-sided slaughter.

"Are you ready, Sir?" The fat steward bowed slightly to Sir Wayne and said, "War between nobles requires a certain sense of ritual, and if the other party is not ready to go to war, it will not be a proper system."

"I have a good solution, please report it to the countess." Earl Wayne gritted his teeth, and he turned sharply, the iron helmet on his head smacking.