In the open space outside the castle's main tower, there is a perennial fence for the knights to train, and as the guardians of the castle, the knights will fight each other every day to hone their skills and strength.

On the west side of the fence, there is a wooden pillar in the shape of a cross, on both sides of which can be hung with flags, representing the two nobles who fought the battle, today on one side is the family heraldic flag of Sir Hilton, an angry griffon, and on the other side is the brown bear heraldic banner of Count Ivan.

"Lord Ivan, if you are willing to stop here, I am willing to settle the matter peacefully." Sir Hilton strode to the middle of the field, dressed in a chainmail shirt and wearing his own leather gloves, and said to Earl Ivan.

"No way, I don't withdraw the invitation to a duel." Count Ivan sneered contemptuously, his glove in his hand, and with a flick of it, he tossed it at Sir Hilton's feet.

"Understood." Sir Hilton glanced at Earl Ivan, he bent down to pick up the glove and handed it back to Earl Ivan, which meant that Sir had officially accepted the challenge, and the duel would take place in full view of the Lord God and everyone.

"Two adults, are you ready?" At this moment, a nobleman who had been elected arbiter stepped forward and asked Sir Hilton and Earl Ivan.

"Ready." The two said in unison.

"Oh oh oh~~." At this time, the nobles were all gathered around the wooden fence, and the boring life made watching the knights fight the only exciting competitive entertainment for the nobles, and many people relied on the wooden fence to applaud.

"Lord Ivan, as a nobleman with a high title, you have the right to let your vassals do the work for you, but you can only have two chances, do you want to use it?" The nobleman in charge of the arbitration asked Count Ivan.

The so-called substitute labor means that in a duel, if there is a high-ranking nobleman, it can be replaced by his vassals or knights, so the higher the rank of the noble, the more difficult it is to be hurt in the duel.

"Auston and Derico stepped forward." A sly smile appeared on the corner of Count Ivan's mouth, and he turned his head slightly and shouted to the two knights behind him.

"Despicable." Some people instantly understood Count Ivan's intentions, and they were all unconvinced and whispered, but they only dared to mumble quietly, after all, as an earl, he had the right to do so.

"We're here to help." The two knights stepped forward, put their hands on their chests, and said to Count Ivan.

Sir Hilton frowned slightly, but he stood there motionless, as if this situation would not affect him at all, at this time, a Sir Hilton's squire came over with his sword, which was a large sword about one meter four long, with a griffon's head carved on the end of the sword, and a turquoise part of the griffon's eye.

"Sir, you choose our first opponent." Sir Alston drew his saber from his waist and slung it over his shoulder, and asked Sir Hilton.

"No need, let's go together!" Sir Hilton pestle his great sword on the ground, his hands on the end of the sword, his eyes fixed on the two knights, and said to them.

"What?" Sir Auston and Sir Derico looked at each other, they did not expect Sir Hilton to go to two for one.

"Oops, there's something wrong!" In the crowd, Kevin Sr. also watched the duel like everyone else, but he vaguely felt that things were developing in an uncontrollable direction.

"What do you say, do you think Sir Hilton can't win?" White craned his neck, a duel between knights was not so easy to see as a civilian, and he was full of anticipation.

"No, it would be worse if Sir Hilton won." Old Kevin frowned and shook his head.

"Why?" White was a little puzzled, if Sir Hilton won, it would mean that Count Ivan's impudent demands were not approved by the gods, and justice was on the countess's side.

"Fool, if Sir Hilton loses, the countess will be forced to marry Count Ivan, and if the countess does not agree, then a war will be triggered. And if Sir Hilton wins, Count Ivan, who can't save face, will inevitably return to the territory to raise troops to fight, and there will still be a war. Kevin said patiently.

"Why, then, would the Countess agree to such a duel?" White asked, surprised.

"That's what I don't understand, unless she's hungry for a war." Old Kevin's eyes fell on the countess who was sitting on the steps without saying a word, and he only felt that this black widow was really unfathomable.

"So, what do we do?" White hurriedly asked in a low voice, their purpose was to use the opportunity to offer the glass brooch to spy on the intelligence of the countess's court, and at the same time open the channel between Glinton and Randall, at this time, the appearance of Count Ivan almost disrupted all plans.

"In this way, you quietly return to Glinton and report the situation here to the Baron." Kevin Sr. also felt that things were out of his purview, and he said to White.

"I see." Huai nodded and quietly slipped out while everyone's attention was on the dueling arena.

White found the horse in his carriage and rode it towards Grinton, but when he finally came to Glinton, he heard the news that Bruce was going to Locke Manor, and he had no choice but to continue to gallop in the direction of Locke Manor.

"But the continuous fatigue is not to mention people, even the horse is tired and lies down, but fortunately I met me." Sir Wayne stood in front of Bruce and said to him.

Bruce looked at the pale White, quickly poured him a glass of wine, and handed it to him.

"Thank you, Lord Baron." White drank the wine as soon as he finished it, and the reddish liquid ran down his chin.

"Count Ivan should want to get Randall, but why is the countess?" Stukov leaned against the column, and he touched his chin in confusion, it was not like a ruler like the countess who stirred up a quarrel.

"Anyway, let's think about how to profit from it!" Bruce is simple, his purpose is very simple, there is an important iron ore in the countess's territory, and he will have the glass brooch for the merchant to give to the countess, one of the purposes is also to see if he can get the right to mine iron ore and where to get it.

"I warn you, Lord Baron, Countess Randall is not such a fool, she must have other purposes." Sir Wayne, based on his long experience of dealing with the Countess, reminded Bruce of the way.

"Well, I've been eating and drinking in the manor for the past few days, and I've grown my belly, do the brothers have any ideas to join in the fun." Bruce glanced at Sir Wayne, who suddenly smiled and said to his companions.

"Well, I'm getting bored too." Bruce's suggestion instantly resonated among his companions, and everyone howled in unison.