The Black Bear Lord had no choice but to agree to Sir Chris's rude request, agreeing to give Sir Chris a piece of his land as a fief when the battle was over.

"Well, I suddenly feel that I have come to the spirit, and I want to sharpen my sword with the blood of this rabble!" Sir Chris laughed and pulled his sword out of his shoulder, and let out a proud cry of pride at the serfs beyond the wooden walls.

Looking at the ambitious Sir Chris, the Black Bear Lord's heart relaxed slightly, it was generally believed that an elite knight was enough to defend a city gate, and those serfs without any armor were nothing more than cannon fodder.

A flock of crows hovered and fluttered in the sky, they had already smelled the smell of the feast, the sound of weapons clashing and the shouts of people filled the land, and the black bear flag on the wooden village flew in panic like a bird in a storm.

"Boom~~." The wooden door was slammed open, and a foot in animal skin boots stomped heavily on the floor, and the black bear lord held a sword in his hand, but his fat body trembled, and there was no trace of courage in sight, it was only his instinctive reaction as a nobleman.

"This can't be, how is it possible, it's only been half a day, and my fortress has been conquered?" The Black Bear Lord's eyes were full of disbelief and fear, and the rabble that he thought was so sharp that he wiped out his soldiers.

"Ping~~." A big man dressed in animal skin armor and half a tower walked in, his beard was braided into several braids, and his face was full of vicissitudes and scars, but his eyes were like beasts in the dense forest, and he carried a bloody head in his right hand, and I saw that the big man raised his hand, and the head rolled to the lord's feet.

"Gram, Sir Chris." The Black Bear Lord looked at the head on the ground, his legs trembling like a sieve in shock, he didn't expect that the strong Sir Chris to be cut off like this.

"You're the lord of this place, aren't you?" At this time, the voice of the white knight came from outside the lord's house, and he walked in from outside, looking at the black bear lord who had been cornered and said to him.

"Oh, I, I'm the lord here." The Black Bear Lord saw the white knight in white armor walk in, this elegant knight looked like a noble nobleman, and the Black Bear Lord suddenly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart when he thought of this.

"Don't you see my flag?" The White Knight said to the Black Bear Lord.

"I see, but the White King has been dead for many years, and this banner has long been heirless, which is a well-known thing." The Black Bear Lord said in a low voice, in fact, he completely wanted to say that this was a liar, but at this time he was surrounded by the army of the White Knight, and for the sake of his own life, of course he didn't dare to say so.

"The White King already has an heir, the one who stands in front of you, kneel down and swear allegiance to me! I will guarantee your legal right to rule over the realm. The White Knight walked up to the Black Bear Lord and held out his right leather gloved hand.

"Successor of the White King, how is this possible?" The black bear lord had an incredulous expression, the black king may be a cold king, but he has always been very strict in handling things, he is unlikely to leave any blood of the white king's heir, in that terrible year, batches of so-called illegitimate children from all over the world were sent to the royal city, and then disappeared, people said that the black king used the blood of these bastards to sacrifice the terrible god of death, so as to prolong his life, but it seems to be useless, the black king is still dead.

"Get on your knees." Carlos stepped forward from the White Knight's side, drew his sword and knocked it out of the Black Bear Lord's hand, and commanded him.

"Plop." Under the threat of the cold sword, the black bear lord had to kneel on the ground, hold the white knight's hand and kiss it.

"Good." The White Knight seemed satisfied that he had recovered a lord, and he turned and walked out of the house.

Carlos put his sword back into its scabbard, glanced contemptuously at the Black Bear Lord who was kneeling on the ground, and turned away to catch up with the White Knight.

"Your Highness, these lords will not recognize your rights." Carlos said to him after following the White Knight.

"It doesn't matter, as long as one lord joins our side, then more disgruntled people will come." The White Knight said to Carlos.

"So you want to stir up trouble among the nobles." Carlos only understood the White Knight's intentions at this time, and suddenly realized that he deeply admired this wise highness.

Unaware of what was happening outside of his domain, Bruce had gained the allegiance of the nobles, but left Locke Manor in the care of Sir Wayne and returned to Grington with his friends.

"Back to Greenton, why?" Sir Wayne was puzzled, he couldn't understand why Bruce had given up the good conditions of Locke Manor and returned to the barren little village.

"yes, why?" Not only Sir Wayne was puzzled, but even Danny Splitter, Mad Friar, and Edward were puzzled that the cellar of Locke Manor was enough for them to drink for two years.

"Greenton is my root, where I have many things to do, so how can I indulge in the carefree life of Locke Manor." Bruce still has a lot of experiments to do in Greenton, a water-powered mill just in production, and Sankey fields experimenting, and he is not the kind of person who has lost his fighting spirit by indulging in a life of luxury.

"Well, if Lord Baron thinks there will be more development in Glinton, I will take care of Locke Manor for you for the time being." Sir Wayne looked at Bruce in front of him, he felt that this child he had grown up watching since he was a child actually didn't know him at all, maybe Bruce did have his own plans.

"Well, I'm going to take some resources from Locke Manor, and Sir Wayne, you have to help me keep an eye on the vassals, but don't be alarmed, come to Grington and report to me at any time." Bruce nodded and said to Sir Wayne.

"What a vivid metaphor for striking the grass and startling the snake. Rest assured, Lord Baron, I will keep an eye on the nobles. Sir Wayne bowed to Bruce and reassured.

"Okay, friends, it's time for us to go back, the vast world has a lot to do." Bruce smiled and waved his hand and said to Edward and the others.

"Damn, can we bring some more wine back." The mad monk scolded.

"And the ham, I like to eat the ham made here." Shield Splitter Danny muttered.

"Bruce, oh, Lord Baron." Anne looked at the high-spirited Bruce, but her heart was uneasy.