After Sir Wayne saluted the Duke, he walked up to the sergeants, who he looked at the soldiers he had trained himself.

"Locke's sergeants, although you have just experienced a setback, I believe that this failure is nothing at all, because you are the elite soldiers trained by I, Sir Wayne, and the honor and courage of the family have never disappeared from your hearts." Sir Wayne stood in front of the sergeants and spoke loudly to them.

"Whoa." Sergeants Locke tapped the edge of their shields with their spears, and the sound of their spears colliding with their shields was like the sound of rain in the rain.

Sir Wayne looked at Locke's sergeants with satisfaction, and although they did not speak, they responded with their own actions, that is, loyal supporters of Sir Wayne.

"Now there is a noble lord who thinks that the title of baron should not be on the head of a Locke's heir, and I, Sir Wayne, need you to respond to me with your conscience and true thoughts, are you willing to follow a man who does not have the blood of the Locke family?" Sir Wayne glanced at the soldiers in front of him, and then he spoke loudly, a sonorous voice echoing through the manor, and the servants who were watching cautiously looked in surprise.

Sir Wayne's sudden mention of the succession of the title caused a stir among Sergeant Locke, who looked at their companions beside each other, and suddenly the brothers who had lived and died together before became strangers, and Sir Wayne's words seemed to reveal a coveting of the baron's title, which made it difficult for the soldiers to choose.

"We support Sir Wayne, and the title of baron should go to the brave." Suddenly, a voice came from among the soldiers, and several Locke sergeants said loudly, which immediately caused a lot of discussion in the crowd.

"Oh, it looks like I already have supporters." Sir Wayne touched his beard, his eyes blazing.

A meaningful smile appeared on the corner of Duke Bemessi's mouth, and he glanced back at the knight behind him, satisfied with the knight's work efficiency, and the knight nodded humbly to the duke.

"My supporters, come here." Sir Wayne beckoned to the soldiers in the crowd to gather around him, and the soldiers who had received the duke's money had a happy smile on their faces, this time they would not only get the money but also become the henchmen of the new baron, which was not a successful political investment.

The four soldiers squeezed out of the crowd proudly, standing proudly in front of Sir Wayne, while the other soldiers began to hesitate when they saw that someone had made a choice, whether to be loyal to the long-standing favor of the Locke family, or to betray the old master and become the new master.

"Is there anyone else?" Sir Wayne's piercing gaze swept across the crowd as he spoke to the soldiers once more.

"Me." Two more hesitant soldiers walked out, looking down at their companions uneasily.

"Phew." At that moment, a white-bearded sergeant spat on the ground and looked at the soldiers who were ready to take refuge in their new masters with disdain.

"Hmph." Duke Bemessi's face was cold, and he knew that he had to make a decision to kill at this time, otherwise there would be more and more rebels and nostalgic people.

The Duke of Bemessi felt that he should give the new usurper a little advice, so he walked up to Sir Wayne, and he twisted the ring on his finger and said in a feigned nonchalance.

"Sir Wayne, it's time to show your authority, those who refuse to swear allegiance must not stay, rest assured, my knights of the guard will help you."

"Haha, don't bother with the Duke, if you can't do this thing well, then what kind of knight am I." Sir Wayne smiled slightly, rejecting the Duke's offer, and slowly drew his sword.

"Sir Wayne, what are you going to do, have you forgotten the old baron's instructions?" The white-bearded sergeant's face changed and he grabbed his shield and spear, his knees slightly bent and he looked around vigilantly.

"Brush." Sir Wayne's face was frosty, and he clenched his sword and raised it high.

"Don't worry, Sir, just leave these guys to us." The soldiers who stood in front of Sir Wayne and surrendered immediately turned around and aimed their spears at the soldiers who refused to be allegiance, and the originally united Sergeant Locke suddenly became distinct.

"For the honor of the Locke family." Suddenly, Sir Wayne swung his sword sharply and slashed at the back of the soldier who was standing in front of him, his sword was so sharp that it immediately slashed the soldier to the ground, and blood spurted from the wound.

"What's going on?" Duke Bemessey, who was standing next to Sir Wayne, was splashed with blood, and he took a step back in panic, but accidentally stepped on the corner of his coat and sat on the ground, while he watched in shock as Sir Wayne slashed his sword at the group of surrendered soldiers.

"Lord Duke, protect Lord Duke." The knights of the guards immediately surrounded and protected the Duke of Bemessi.

"Woo, woo." Sir Wayne's sword was as fast as the wind, and soon four of the five soldiers who surrendered were cut down, and no one was Sir Wayne's opponent by surprise, only the last one was paralyzed when he saw the bloody scene in front of him, and he raised his hand with a frightened expression on his face.

"The Locke family doesn't need traitors." Sir Wayne did not spare the poor creature, he strode over to the soldier who had collapsed to the ground, turned his sword around, aimed the tip of his sword at the soldier who had surrendered, and then slapped the hilt with his palm, and the blade of the sword pierced the soldier's body at once.

"Sir Wayne?" The other soldiers looked at the scene in front of them in amazement, they didn't expect it to happen like this, the dead soldier on the ground had his eyes open, and the blood on the ground flowed on the ground, which quickly stained the dirt purple.

"For the glory of the Locke family." Sir Wayne's gown was stained with blood, and there was blood splattering on his face, but he didn't bother to wipe it, drew his sword from the corpse, and raised it up and shouted loudly, just as he had done so many times before the battle.

"For the glory of the Locke family." The white-bearded sergeant watched Sir Wayne's actions, and he was greatly moved to raise the spear in his hand, and the other soldiers also raised their weapons in response, and the family battle cry sounded throughout Locke Manor.

"Lord Duke, it's a pity that I've already made a choice, and now I'm not welcoming you as a guest on behalf of the Locke family, can you leave?" Sir Wayne put down the sword in his hand, and with the blood on his face, he reached out and wiped it, and his whole face became hideous.

"I, damn it, you give me a memory." Duke Bemessi stood up in embarrassment, he pointed at Sir Wayne with a trembling finger, and then turned away, the knights of the guard clenched the hilt of their swords at their waists, and looked at Sir Wayne and the others vigilantly.

"Now who's going to send a message to Lord Bruce telling him to come back and inherit the title of baron and become the patriarch of House Locke." Sir Wayne said to the soldiers.

Bruce met the messenger the next day, and the white-bearded soldier claimed to be Sir Wayne's messenger and had come to invite Bruce to take over the barony.

"You're saying that Sir Wayne has banished the Duke and wants me to return to Locke Manor to inherit the title?" Bruce asked, sitting on a wooden chair, looking at the Locke soldier in front of him.

"That's right, Lord Bruce, the position of the patriarch of the Locke family cannot remain vacant, and I hope you can go to the manor immediately and inherit the titles of your father and brother."

"Watch out for Bruce, this might be a trap." Edward said worriedly to Bruce.

"Yes, although Sir Wayne is a knight of honor, who knows if the manor has been occupied by the Duke." Eve also said worriedly.

"I understand your concerns, but trust us, Sir Wayne has broken with the Duke once and for all by killing those who have both ends of the rat, and this is the best time for you." The white-bearded soldier said to Bruce.

"Why would you rather offend the Duke than let me go back to inherit the title of Baron, if I can't answer this question, I won't go back." Bruce frowned, he had to figure out something.

"The Locke family has ruled Cumberland for a hundred years, we only trust the people of the Locke family, as for the duke or something, I hope the main god will let them go to hell!" The white-bearded soldier waved his arm rudely, and he said to Bruce sincerely.