The scene in front of them surprised the two vassals, if it was said that the wooden fortress was attacked by fire, then it should have been burned everywhere, but here only the lord's house was burned down.

"Is it a fire arrow?" Little Byron asked, looking at the burned lord's house.

"It's not like, it's just the lord's house that's on fire." Sir Wallace inspected the ruins and found several charred corpses pressed inside, and Sir couldn't help but cover his nose with the corner of his cloak.

"Are all the people here dead?" Little Byron walked around the burned lord's house and found nothing but wild cats and wild dogs.

"Dangchang." Suddenly, there was a sound of metal rattling in a thatched hut in the stockade, and little Byron and Sir Wallace warily drew their swords while little Byron signaled to his personal guards.

Several of the guards rushed in at once, wearing helmets and swords, and in a few moments they lifted a thin man out, and they brought him to little Byron and Sir Wallace, and with a hard push the man fell to the ground.

"What are you?" Little Byron asked, pointing his sword at him.

"My lords, I, I am a slave in the house of Lord Angus." The thin man trembled, he raised his head and said quickly.

"Slave of the Angus family, what are you doing here, and what about the others?" Sir Wallace asked, frowning.

"They all fled." The Angus slave fled from the chaos, but was forced to return due to lack of food, trying to find food and money in the empty house.

"Why did you run away?" Little Byron asked curiously.

"It's a curse, the lord's family is cursed by the dragon god." The slave trembled as he looked at the burned down lord's house and said to the two nobles.

"Cursed?"

"That's right, Lord Angus angered the gods, and the gods sent down flames to destroy them, and the others fled for fear of the gods' curse." The slave said to the two.

"Gods, curses, rage?" The slave's words not only did not relieve the two of them, but made them even more confused, but looking at the burned lord's house, it seemed that only the gods could do it.

The news of the fall of the Angus family soon spread from the mouths of the fleeing people, many believed that it was the reason for the Angus family's disobedience to their vassal duties, the gods hated disloyal nobles, and Bruce also sent some spies to spread this rumor and guide the direction of public opinion.

"Lord Baron, the patriarch of House Ethan is here." Edward walked into the lord's house, where Bruce was surrounded by a crowd of craftsmen and retainers.

"Is there another one?" Bruce was about to build a canal with his war looting, and he said impatiently.

"Yes, since the fall of the Angus family, the original vassals have been like a pack of terrified rabbits." Edward smiled and shrugged his shoulders, whether it was mysticism or fear of Bruce's power, the nobles sent emissaries or simply the patriarch himself to show their allegiance to the mighty Bruce.

"Yes, you tell them." Bruce nodded, and in front of him was a piece of parchment drawing Grünton's farmland, and Bruce used yellow blocks of sulfur to draw the aqueduct lines on the farmland.

"Understood." Edward whistled, and Bruce set a new rule for the vassals who did not obey the call, not only to pay twice as much tax each year as before, but also to ensure that Bruce was provided with soldiers in the war, and to send young children to Bruce's court.

"The acolyte dispatch system, what the hell is this, there is no precedent for this." The people of the Isan family sounded like they had blown up, but Edward looked at them unhurriedly.

"We can't be at the mercy of others." The young people persuaded their chief.

"Ugh." But the patriarch with white hair and old eyebrows frowned, and he looked at Edward, who had been in good time, and Eve who walked with a bow on his back on the high wall, and everything about Grington made him feel too high and unfathomable.

"People of the Isan family, you can go back and think about it, Lord Baron doesn't care about your allegiance." Edward sighed and said to them lightly.

"It's too arrogant." The people of the Ethan family shouted, but no one dared to leave, and the mysterious destruction of the Angus family overnight was beyond everyone's imagination.

"Enough, my lord, I accept all the baron's conditions on behalf of the Isan family." The patriarch of the Isan family put his hand on his chest, and he bowed his head to Edward.

"Very good, please come in!" Edward turned to his side and made a gesture to the patriarch of House Isan to let him enter the walls of Glynton alone.

Eve leaned against the battlements and drank her wine, she squinted at the people outside the walls, and under Bruce's intimidation, the unstoppable nobles hung their heads, but they didn't know if they were completely subservient to Bruce in their hearts.

"Aristocracy is the least credible." At this time, Splitter Danny also walked up to the city wall, and he looked with contempt at the nobles outside the city wall who could not wait to offer their loyalty, these nobles only had family interests, and the so-called honor and loyalty were only a fig leaf on the surface.

"But without nobility, Bruce's rule is not strong, and his taxes are too high." Eve said worriedly.

"The Baron is strong enough, he doesn't need these wall grasses." Splitting Shield Danny said with a smile.

Bruce really didn't take these vassals seriously, he cared about his own direct domain, the vassals' armies were too weak in his opinion, and their land could not directly provide food, also because Bruce knew that there was a stronger system than the feudal system.

"You mean the Duke of Bemessi was besieged in the castle by the peasant rebels." After Bruce sent the craftsmen away, he listened to Stukov's report that the one-eyed dragon had many informants who could get gossip.

"That's right, I originally thought that Duke Bemessi was very powerful, but I didn't expect to be besieged by a group of serfs, and his authority would plummet." Stukov said to Bruce.

"Don't underestimate the serfs, they must have a very powerful leader." Bruce touched his chin and rested his elbows on the table, which was what set him apart from the nobles of his time, knowing that the wrath of the serfs could overthrow a dynasty and build a powerful force.

"What are your plans?" Stukov looked at Bruce, and he knew that Bruce must have an idea.

"I'll have someone pay you another sum of money from the vault to build our own spy network, and lately I've been trying to know Duke Bemessi's every move." Bruce leaned back, and he looked at Stukov and said.

"Understood." Stukov nodded, and at that moment Patriarch Isan walked in.

"The patriarch of the Isan family has come to swear allegiance to Lord Baron."