Glinton, when Bruce saw Glynton again, he could barely recognize it, the serfs had leveled the fields, the wheat in the fields had grown taller, and when he looked beside the river, the first thing that caught his eye was the spinning hydraulic mill, and the turning wooden wheels drove the mill to roar.

"Your Excellency is back."

"Your Excellency is back."

When Bruce and the others appeared at the entrance of the village, the serfs who were farming suddenly cheered, and they crowded to the sides of the road to welcome them.

"It feels good to be home." Bruce looked at his territory with a smile, it seemed that no matter what happened in the future, Glynton would always be his home.

The Lord's House is cleaned every day by the maids led by Monica, so it is very clean and tidy, and when Bruce returns, the fire in the fireplace is also lit, and the warm room makes everyone feel very comfortable.

"Lord Baron, is it okay to let Stukov lead the mercenary team alone?" Eve asked, a little worried.

"Although Zach is a member of the Duke's family, there should not be many soldiers in his territory, and the number of people we left behind should be enough." Bruce untied his cloak and handed it to Anne to hang in the doorway, then sat comfortably in the wooden chair.

"Lord Baron." At this time, Phoebe entered the mansion, where he was left to guard the territory while Bruce responded to the Duke's summons.

"Nothing is happening in the territory, is it?" Bruce sat in a wooden chair and bent over to reach out to the fireplace, letting the flames warm his hands.

"Nothing special happened, oh yes, there seems to be a pack of wolves that have crossed the territory of Grand Greenton and wounded a few serfs, but I've sent crossbowmen to hunt them down.

"Oh, that's good news, so we'll have wolfskins to use." Edward poured himself a glass of water, and he smiled at Phoebe.

"Strange." But Eve looked puzzled, she pinched her chin, and looked puzzled.

"What's wrong?" Bruce was curious, Eve was by no means a woman who would easily show such a look, so he asked.

"It's not the season for wolves to migrate, so why do they leave their territory, know that wolves are very turf-conscious creatures." Eve explained to Bruce.

"Who can know what those evil animals think?" Edward said, shaking his head.

"Sir you are wrong, wolves are not evil animals, they are part of nature." Eve frowned at Edward's retort, and Edward surrendered with open hands, not wanting to argue with the tough Eve.

"It's strange, but it's not something we have to deal with right now, Phoebe puts all the grain and food on the cart into the warehouse, and Edward goes to the warehouse to pick up two gifts." Bruce straightened up, and he commanded Edward and Phoebe.

"Preparing a gift?" Edward asked, puzzled.

"That's right, one to Baron Leopold, the other, the other to Countess Randall." Bruce said to Edward that this time in response to the Duke's call, Sir Hilton sent by Countess Randall was indispensable, mediating the tension between himself and the Duke, and finally making himself the Warden of Theodore, and Baron Leopold fought side by side with him, and in the future, it is always good to have one more friend among the Duke's vassals.

"I understand the Baron, I'll do it immediately." Edward bowed to Bruce and turned to leave.

While Bruce was arranging everything in the territory, a cargo ship was swaying above the sea, the waves crashing against the hull, the ropes that held the cargo creaking, and the White Knight and Woolf sat in the cabin.

"I beg your pardon, there are oars-laying slaves underneath the cabin, so the smell here will be terrible." Woolf said to the White Knight.

"It's okay, I'm wondering what Woolf is like in your hometown?" The White Knight asked curiously.

"The north is the most barren place, with almost nothing but forests and rocks, not as fertile as the land in the south, but a beautiful place, like a mirror-like lake, magnificent snow-capped mountains." Woolf smiled bitterly, people from all the countries on the continent knew that the northern warriors were strong and the best mercenary targets, but they were all trained from a difficult environment.

"Oh, then how did you get out?" The White Knight could tell from Woolf's words that he was nostalgic for his hometown, and asked curiously.

"Every northern man will leave his village to take risks when he becomes an adult, and our culture thinks that this is the way for men to grow up, to find the opportunity for courage and the god of war, but in fact, in my opinion, it is just that the village simply can't accommodate too many people." Woolf explained to the White Knight.

"How cruel it is." The White Knight was a little embarrassed, he seemed to see Woolf, who had just come of age and was still relatively thin, carrying his bags alone and leaving his familiar hometown.

"Hey, that's nothing." Woolf smiled, and he lay down on the goods behind him, which were wool and woven cloth, and there was a lack of livestock and textiles in the north, so the merchants would sell these things to the northerners, and then exchange them for hides and amber.

The ship swayed, and the white knight couldn't help but help but help but walk to the deck, the fresh air made him feel a little more comfortable, and the white seagulls above his head crowed around the ship's mast, and the blue sea was endless.

"First time on a boat?" On deck, the captain pulled the rope and adjusted the angle of the sails, and he looked at the young man and said.

"No, I sat on it when I was a kid." The White Knight held on to the side of the ship, and his thoughts gradually returned to his childhood, yes, he and his sister were actually from the southern city-states, but a disaster caused them to be exiled to the Holy City, where the Holy See is located.

"Holy City, huh." The White Knight felt ironic when he thought of the name, what a beautiful name for the Holy City, the city favored by the Lord God, the city of protection for the weak, but in fact the poor could only survive by scooping up the bread and food discarded by the rich in the stinking ditch.

The piercing bells ringed endlessly throughout the city, the pot-bellied rich walked along the boulevards with their servants, the pilgrims went to Hagia Sophia with piety and purse bags, vendors peddling all sorts of false relics along the streets, arrogant cardinals marched to the cathedral, and everywhere they went, people knelt down and kissed the footprints on the ground, believing that these bishops could clear their sins.

"The City of Lies." The White Knight's eyes showed a look of hatred, and he couldn't help but clench his fists, the old wound on his back tingling faintly, as if to remind him of that hateful face.