Anne and Mavis are like two aggressive roosters going toe-to-toe with each other, Bruce doesn't really think it matters, the skirt is one of Jeffrey's relics, it should be something left by his wife, and it is strange that as a well-known kin-lover, everyone thinks that he killed his wife in order to get the castle, so why did he leave his wife's box of dresses in his bedroom.

"Alright, okay, don't make any more noise, I'm going to check on the work of the craftsmen in the village." Bruce put down his finished glass and stood up to Anne and Mavis.

"Oh, Lord Baron, do you need to be accompanied?" Anne saw that Bruce was about to leave the lord's house, and she hurriedly stepped forward to ask.

"No need." Bruce refused, saying that he was going to the place where armor and weapons were going to be made for the militia.

The place where armor and weapons were made for the militia was close to the most turbulent part of the river, because Bruce wanted to use the rapids of the water, and it took a lot of water to craft the weapons and armor itself, and the development of the hydraulic mill also made it possible to build a hydraulic blacksmith shop.

"Lord Baron." When Bruce arrived, the craftsmen were directing the laborers to build, either from the castle or from the surplus labor of the village hired temporarily.

"How's the preparation going?" Bruce looked at the piles of wood piled up by the river and asked the craftsmen.

"According to your orders, Lord Baron, we have prepared the materials and will soon be able to build the workshop." The craftsmen said respectfully to Bruce.

"Hi, Lord Baron." On the other side, Marcus was holding a roll of parchment, and he saw Bruce wave in greeting.

"Marcus." Bruce stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, the painter was a man of many talents, for which Bruce drew some of his ideas and gave him them.

"Dear friend Marcus, everything is going well!" Bruce, walking along the river with Marcus, asked the painter.

"Of course, Lord Baron, I am fascinated by all your whims, these are great inventions." Marcus excitedly waved the blueprints in his hand, the idea of using hydraulic wrought iron, and the ingenious mechanism all fascinated him, and sure enough, following the baron was the right decision.

"Ha, it's just a little trick. But I have something important to discuss with you today. Bruce smiled, these things seemed very simple to later generations, as long as they understood the relevant principles, and then associated with simple mechanical operations.

"Oh, what is it?" Marcus asked curiously.

"I've already thought of the weapons for the militia, but the armor needs you to give me a little inspiration." Bruce said to Marcus.

"Armor? Isn't it with leather armor? Marcus asked in confusion, at this time most of the nobles and soldiers preferred to use leather armor, and a small amount would be mixed with iron armor.

"I can't equip all my soldiers with leather armor, and although leather armor is light and tough, the craftsmanship is too complicated to make it, and there are no craftsmen in my territory who can master it." Bruce said regretfully.

"And what do you think, Lord Baron?" Marcus touched the back of his head, and the armor used by the nobles of the southern city-states also tended to leather, which also benefited from the well-developed livestock farming in the south.

However, what Bruce said is also true, the whole of Grington is mostly agricultural, and a small amount of livestock is simply not enough to support a stable supply of raw materials for armor, but Bruce found another thing in Jeffrey's territory.

"The textile industry in Greater Greenton is relatively developed, so I want to focus on cloth armor first." Bruce said to Marcus.

"Cloth armor?" Marcus was surprised.

Cloth armor is actually not unusual, it is a product of the early empire, at that time even the nobles were rarely equipped with leather armor, they used dozens of layers of thick linen to make armor, but soon the warriors found that this cloth armor was bulky and poorly defended, so when leather armor appeared, it was quickly eliminated.

"Of course, the defense of pure cloth armor is low, but I am going to use iron sheets on the inside of the cloth armor, so that I can improve my defense without too much thick linen." Bruce's idea came from the armor of the Ming Dynasty, although the armor of the Ming Dynasty was a combination of cotton cloth and iron sheets, but the effect should not be very bad.

"In that case, what do you need me to do, Lord Baron?" Marcus looked at Bruce, and since the baron had already figured out how to make the armor, why bother asking himself.

"I've thought about making it, but I think beautiful armor can boost the morale of my soldiers, so I need you to design it for me." Bruce had always admired the elaborate costumes of the Führer's soldiers, and decided to let the genius painter design them for his soldiers.

"That's fine." Marcus was full of promises, and he was full of anticipation for the job.

At the same time that Bruce was actively building his army, the vassals gathered by the Duke of Bemessi led the army to gradually gather and wave flags under the Duke of Bemessi's castle, and the banners of various vassals and nobles were like waves in the ocean for a moment.

"Look, these are my vassals." The Duke of Bemessi stood on the wall, and he said triumphantly to his confessed priest, his words provocative, but the confessor smiled.

"The Duke is watching us." Sir Hilton rode on a horse, wearing a helmet with red feathers, tough leather armor covered with shiny round spikes, a leather strap straddling his body and waist, a sharp sword hanging from his waist, and a neighing horse under his crotch.

Sir Hilton was followed by five hundred spearmen, three hundred swordsmen, and one hundred cavalrymen, who followed under the banner of the countess. The other vassals also led their own armies and prepared to serve the duke.

As night fell, the tents and bonfires outside the castle were like stars, and the soldiers were noisy around the bonfires, while the lords and nobles entered the castle to join in the feast, and the happy duke opened his granary to provide wine and food to the vassals.

"Thank you for coming." The Duke of Bemessi, wearing a tiara, raised his glass and saluted his vassals.

"Willing to serve the Duke." The vassals were not polite and said loudly to the duke.

Sir Hilton looked at Duke Bemessi, but his gaze fell on the Divine Knights sitting on the other side, and this group of religious knights also drank by themselves as if no one was around, which made Sir Hilton frown slightly.