The countess lifted the veil on her face, and Bruce was surprised to find that he knew the person in front of him, and the other person was looking at him with a smile.

"It's been a long time since Bruce." Louise said to Bruce with a smile.

"Louise, why are you? Are you Countess Randall? Bruce looked at her in surprise, but quickly reacted and said.

"I'm Connie. Lois. Yule, ruler of Randallshire. Louise put away her smile and made a gesture of invitation to Bruce to let him into the gazebo while she sat down again.

"It turns out that the person who received the bishop's blessing in the church that day was your stand-in." Bruce smiled bitterly, he didn't expect the famous Black Widow to be so young.

"Being a widow is sometimes beneficial, at least only a few people under the veil know what I really are." Louise looked at Bruce in front of her, this former hairy boy, at this time has become a lot more mature, although her face is still a little immature, but her demeanor is very steady and calm, and even gives her a little coercion.

"Thank you for your rescue last time, otherwise Count Ivan would have killed me at that time." Bruce remembered that Sir Hilton led the knights to force Earl Ivan back, presumably on Louise's orders.

"You're welcome, you're my guest, and if something happens to you in my territory, people will say I don't have the power to rule." Louise glanced at Bruce, she was a knighted ruler after all, and her favor was now a chance to get it back.

"But, I owe you a favor, so what do you need me to do, Lord Countess?" Bruce instantly understood Louise's intention to bring up the old matter, and she identified herself at this time, which should be the intention of pulling Bruce as a foreign aid at the moment of Sir Hilton's death.

"Wise Baron, Sir Hilton is my general and the only person I trust, but he died unexpectedly, and now Count Ivan is frequently provocative, I need you to provide me with some help, I wonder if you can agree?" Louise looked at Bruce with blue eyes, she was dressed in a long black dress in the gazebo, like a lonely and weak woman, any man looking at the noble but helpless countess in front of him, he would definitely not help but take her into his arms to protect the desire.

However, Bruce only frowned, not that he was not moved, but as a person from the world of flowers in later generations, he knew too well that women with the name of Black Widow were not easy to mess with, and women were best at disguise, and he had to be careful not to be eaten by others.

"Don't know how I can help you?" Bruce said to Louise.

"Lord Baron, can you petition Lord Duke Bemessey on my behalf?" Louise took out a handkerchief, wiped the corner of her eye lightly, and said to Bruce.

"Petition?" Bruce was taken aback, he originally thought that Louise would ask him to send troops to help, but he didn't expect that he would just go and sign the petition himself, but even if he petitioned Duke Bemessy, would Count Ivan easily stop?

"Yes, I suspect that Sir Hilton did not die of natural causes, perhaps he was poisoned and killed by Count Ivan, so I want to ask the Duke to disclose Count Ivan's crimes, so that Count Ivan will definitely have some scruples and dare not act rashly." Louise said to Bruce.

"Indeed, Sir Hilton's death is strange, but do you have any proof?" Bruce nodded slightly, he didn't believe that a peach would choke a knight to death, and only Count Ivan had this motive for killing, but to accuse an earl of evidence with a real hammer, otherwise he would be bitten back.

"This, no." Louise frowned and shook her head, it was precisely because there was no evidence that she hoped to unite the nobles to petition the duke, at least for the sake of the face of so many weighty nobles, the duke would propose an investigation, and this also provided her with a certain buffer during the investigation.

"I want to see Sir Hilton's body." Bruce thought for a moment and pleaded with Louise.

This year, the southern territory of the empire seemed to be destined for peace, after the rebellion of the White Knights, the Holy See sent the Inquisition to the Duchy of Bemessi, and the Earl Ivan's coveting of Randall's land, and the death of Sir Hilton, made the situation more and more dangerous, but at this time no one understood what was happening, they were like frogs boiled in warm water, ignorant.

—Edward, Abbot of Tabor Abbey, The Rise of the Locke Family

Above the moor, there was a lonely hill, and on the hill was a royal palace made of four thousand logs, guarded by fifty of the fiercest warriors of the north, and in the palace lived the most famous warrior king of the northerners, whose name was Augs, the son of Edgar and Martha.

It is said that when he was just an adult, he went to the depths of the wasteland alone shirtless, with a spear, and hunted the wolf king of a group of northern wolves, when Augs, who was covered in bruises, fell in the snow, the god of war sent Valkyrie to personally rescue and heal him, and the awakened Augs fell in love with Valkyrie at first sight, and he forcibly went to Valkyrie despite his injuries.

When he fainted again due to his injuries, Valkyrie did not blame him, but left him a battle axe carved with runes, which was invincible in all his hands, and since then Augs has defeated the warriors who have conquered all directions and become the king of the north.

"You've told this story 800 times." The White Knight plucked his ears impatiently and said to Algillen.

"Yes, but you have to keep in mind that Augus is a warrior favored by the god of war, so you must do so with respect." Algilon shook the fur on his body, drank two sips of hot air from his hands, rubbed it and said to the white knight.

"A reckless man and a rapist can be called a king?" The White Knight sniffed, and the cold wind froze his nose red.

"Crunch~~." Suddenly, there was a sharp sound, and the heavy wooden door in front of the two opened a gap, which could only accommodate one person in and out.

"Come in, he's got us." Woolf came out of the dimly lit room, and he beckoned to the White Knight and Algilen, who hurried over, but the two guards in the iron helmets of the North, fur armor, shields and spears in the doorway did not stop them.

"God the Father, I am going to meet this legendary king." Algilon patted the White Knight excitedly and said to him.

"Yes, I wish he would lend us troops." The White Knight was also a little nervous, what was this legendary king like? I can't help but be a little curious.