Duke Bemessi put away the impetuous smile on his face, James was slightly surprised, when Duke Bemessi showed that kind of serious look, it was something important to discuss.

"Madame Melinda, please help me go to the baron's kitchen and get some cheese, I suddenly want to eat it." The Duke of Bemessi didn't tell James about that important thing, but smiled and said to his female companion beside him.

Madame Melinda was stunned when she heard the Duke's words, she had no idea that she would be driven away from here by the Duke, and although she felt a little uncomfortable, she still stood up with a smile on her face and walked out of the room.

"Ahem, my friend, I'm afraid you don't know yet, the cripple is dying." Looking at Lady Melinda who had left the guest room, the Duke of Bemessi turned around and said to James in a deliberately low voice.

"Cripple, ah, this can't be!" James didn't react at first, but soon he understood who the Duke was talking about.

Cripple, the eldest son of the Black King, William. Green. Ludwig, Duke of Lorraine, Guardian of the Dias people, ruler of Lower Crotia, Huntington, Count Morrison, Emperor of the Purmen Bruce Empire, protector of the Holy Church, guardian of the Pilgrims.

Because the thirty-six-year-old boy suffered from polio as a child, his deformed legs limped, and he was privately nicknamed the "Cripple" Emperor, not only because of his physical defects, but also because of the current state of imperial politics under his rule.

"Got it? People in the imperial court privately said that the cripple had no ability to impregnate a woman at all, and that the son under his knee was actually someone else's. A sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of the Duke of Bemessi's mouth, and the dukes generally looked down on the lame man, and if it were not for his strong father, I am afraid that the throne would never have been with him.

"Prince Henry?" James was once again stunned by this bombshell news, and the psychology of inferiority grew in his psyche, and his territory was too far from the center of power.

"Yes, Margaret, the lame's wife, is very discerning, and she knows that in order to maintain her rule and royal power, she must rely on the dukes, so she promises that we will reopen the council of the wise when the lame man dies." The Duke of Bemessi said to James with some smugness.

"Reopen the Council of the Wise." James took a breath of cold air, the reopening of the Council of the Wise is the most important event in the Empire, the so-called Wise Men are the dukes of the Empire, this kind of Council was originally a system for the dukes to extract benefits from the political core of the Empire, but it was abolished during the reign of the Black King.

"That's right, the reopening of the Council of the Wise means that I will become an important figure in the Empire." Duke Bermessi said to James.

"Then congratulations to the Duke." James picked up the wine with some excitement and saluted the Duke of Bemessi.

"However, there are only nine seats in the Council of the Magi, but the Duchy has thirteen dukes, so I must defeat several other dukes to get the seat of the Sage." Duke Bemessi changed his words and said with some concern.

"I will definitely help you, Lord Duke." James stood up and replied in a sonorous voice, his face flushed and the blood seemed to be surging all over his body.

"James, my friend, I am going to confer on you the royal duties of the Duchy of Bemessy, and you are going to help me." Duke Bermessi patted James on the shoulder and said.

"Thank you, Lord Duke." James hurriedly knelt down on one knee, reached out and grabbed the corner of the duke's coat, bowed his head and kissed him.

"If I can enter the Council of the Sages, then I will definitely grant you land, promote you to the rank of earl, and you will become the third count in the history of the Locke family." The Duke of Bemessi bowed slightly, and he reached out to help James up.

"Yes, Lord Duke." James was a little intoxicated by the prospect of becoming an earl beyond his father's generation, bringing honor and land to the entire family.

"I heard that you also have a younger brother, why didn't I see it?" Duke Bemessi sat down again, and he asked with some curiosity as he picked up his glass and looked around.

"Brother, oh, you mean Bruce." James reacted when he heard this, and hurriedly replied to Duke Bemessi.

Duke Bemessey mentioned Bruce, which made James feel very strange, he didn't expect the Duke to know his family so well, and seemed to be very interested in Bruce, so he quickly told the Duke that Bruce had been separated and was not in Locke Manor.

"Ah, what a pity, I still want to meet your brother, remember? When I first saw you, you were only as tall as a table, and Bruce was a funny kid. The Duke of Bemessi drank wine and fell into his own memories.

"Yes, yes, Lord Duke." Listening to Duke Bemesey's admiration for Bruce, the muscles in the corners of James' eyes twitched a few times, and he couldn't help but hate in his heart, obviously he had spent countless energy entertaining Lord Duke, but Lord Duke was thinking about Bruce.

"Ping~~." A piece of pottery was slammed to the ground, James angrily picked up another wooden box of lacquer and threw it on the ground, and the servants stood in the corner and shivered with fear, but no one dared to disturb the angry Baron.

"Lord Baron." Sir Wayne pushed them away and entered, his boots resting on the lid of the wooden box, which had been split in half.

"It's all because of you, why don't you get him back for me?" Seeing Sir Wayne appear, James took his anger out on him, accusing Sir Wayne of not taking Bruce back to Locke Manor.

"I'm sorry Baron, but if I'm annoyed by this, I'm fully willing to take my responsibility and accept any punishment from you." Sir Wayne stood straight, like a rock standing on the seashore, facing the storm from his master.

"Hmph, immediately bring two hundred, no, three hundred soldiers to get Bruce back for me." James commanded Sir Wayne.

"I'm sorry Baron, but I can't do it." But Sir Wayne did not move, and he bowed his head and replied to James.

"Why, you dare to disobey my orders?" James's pupils widened a little, and he glared at Sir Wayne, a little unbelieving his ears, and his voice couldn't help but raise his voice at least an octave.

"I have sworn to Bruce that I will not attack his territory, and if I break my oath, it will damage my reputation." Sir Wayne said stubbornly.

"You, you, very well, this time I'll go in person." James pointed at Sir Wayne with his finger, but he also knew that once the knight made an oath, then even the owner of the knight could not force them to change their minds, so the angry James chopped his foot hard, pushed away Sir Wayne in front of him and walked out.

"Ugh." Sir Wayne frowned, and he looked down at the messy room, and secretly screamed in his heart.

James was already carried away by the rage, but as a baron, he still needed a certain amount of time to gather an army of two or three hundred people, and he needed to send his own governors and envoys to gather people everywhere in the fiefdom.

Sir Wayne stood in the corner of the manor, watching the angry James give orders to send messengers, he pursed his lips and frowned, watching James's appearance this time to uproot Greenton.

"Come over and squire." Sir Wayne turned and beckoned to his attendant, who looked left and right and ran to Jazz's side.

"What does Sir command?"

"I want you to bring a message to Lord Greenton, Lord Bruce."

"Greenton?"

The squire was a little surprised when he heard this, James had made a big fuss, and everyone knew that the baron was going to deprive his brother of his fief and title in person, and the object was Glinton.

"Tell Master Bruce about what's going on here, tell him to get out of here." Sir Wayne sighed and said to his squire, he was sure that with Bruce's soldiers, he was no match for James, and this time there was only one way to escape.

"Yes, sir." The squire bowed to Sir and turned around, but was stopped by Sir Wayne again.

"Take the trail." Sir Wayne commanded.