Bruce ordered the nobles to sacrifice their children, and although they were reluctant to give up on their own children, the nobles clearly understood that if they did not do what Bruce did, they would be greeted either by cold blades or in harsh dungeons.

"Mom." A little boy with a dirty face, he looked up and felt tears drip down his face, looking curiously at his crying mother.

"My poor child." The weeping mother, the wife of a nobleman, had learned from her husband that she was leaving her children in the cold castle after being imprisoned by Jeffrey, and the thought of this noble lady was painful.

"On the other hand, it's not a bad thing to be in the baron's court." The husband of the noble lady, standing beside his wife and children at this time, comforted her with a little awkwardness.

"But he's only seven years old." The noble lady was a little angry, but she could not disobey her husband, and legally and religiously the wife was only a vassal of her husband, and had no independent status or personality.

"The baron's orders are not to be disobeyed, do you want us all to die here?" The nobleman frowned, and he looked nervously out the window, where several Glinton soldiers passed by the ledge, and the other nobles were also convincing their children or children to stay.

"Don't worry, Mom, I'm a noble child, I'll be very strong." The little boy's green eyes looked at his weeping mother and his gloomy father, who was still young, but he said sensibly.

"Well done Joseph, you're going to be an amazing man, and I'm looking forward to that day." The nobleman looked at his sensible son, and his heart was also soft, he stepped forward and bent down to pat his son's small shoulder, and said to him encouragingly.

"Yes." Little Joseph nodded earnestly, he had this brown hair, and his green eyes were as clear as a lake.

"What a smart kid." The nobleman sighed, straightening up and barely daring to look at his son's green eyes, which had inherited his mother's.

Little Joseph's mother wept bitterly, but she knew that it was impossible for them to disobey Bruce's orders, so she could only pray to the Lord God to bless her poor child.

The nobleman came and took his son's hand and dragged him out of his wife's arms, and as the noblewoman watched her son leave her arms, she grabbed her turban and cried out the name of little Joseph in pain.

"Mom." Although Joseph Jr. knew his duty, he could not help but weep when he was faced with leaving his mother.

"Wow, ahh~~."

In the hall of the lord, there was a cry of children, and the nobles came here with their sons or children, but what should have been a solemn thing became like a farce because of the children's crying.

"It's really noisy." Edward covered his ears and couldn't help but grumble.

"Don't complain, these children will be an important force for us in the future." Bruce stood on the cloister on the second floor, he looked down at the children in the hall, and felt that his lord's hall was like a kindergarten in the current situation.

"Don't leave this errand to me, Lord Baron, for I will be fine as soon as I see these children." Edward was afraid that Bruce would leave the task of taking care of the child to himself, and hurriedly said to Bruce.

"Don't worry, of course, these children will have to be taken care of by women at the moment." Bruce smiled, men are always impatient when it comes to taking care of children, and he has decided to give this task to maids such as Anne and Mavis, after all, these children have just left their mothers and need women to soothe them.

"Thank you, Lord God." Edward breathed a sigh of relief, a smile on his face, and it was amusing to look at the noisy children in the hall.

"However, you have to be a sword teacher and teach them swordsmanship." Bruce didn't let Edward go, he said to him.

"What?" Edward opened his mouth in surprise, and Bruce left unhurriedly.

At the same time that Bruce began to reserve talents, the predicament and situation faced by the Duke of Bemessi were about to change, because the church finally agreed to send a helping hand because of the agreement to introduce the tithe tax in the Duchy of Bemessi, which was exactly what the Duke of Bemessi had been waiting for for a long time.

"The Duke has finally succumbed." The Black Butler had received word from the Father Messenger that he was at this time in a monastery at the distance of the Duke's castle.

"Yes, the Duke has resolved to dedicate himself to the cause of the Lord." The messenger said respectfully to the Black Butler.

"Very well, order the Divine Knights to dispatch!" The Black Butler shook the wine in his hand, the wine in the cellars of the monastery here was of good quality, and the grapes that enjoyed the abundant sun were made into fine wines by the diligent monks.

"So, how many Divine Knights are dispatched?" The messenger asked curiously, for there were thousands of rebels besieging the duke.

"Fifty is enough." The Black Butler raised his glass and paused, he addressed the Messenger.

"Fifty? But the rebels numbered more than 3,000. The messenger said worriedly, and when he climbed the thick walls, he saw the tents of the rebels surrounding the castle like a continuous flock of white sheep, and the mob crashed against the wall like waves as they attacked without hesitation.

"You don't understand the principle of charism." The Black Butler smiled disdainfully, what else could you say to these people who had never seen the Divine Grace Knight fight.

"This~~." The messenger was still worried, and he looked at the noble and holy deacon with hesitation.

"Fifty, that's enough." The Black Butler drank the red wine from his glass, and the red wine flowed down the corners of his mouth as if he had drunk blood.

The deacon's order was soon conveyed to the charismatic knights scattered throughout the duchy in the churches, monasteries, and ecclesiastical grounds, who, after receiving the order, took their armor and wiped the sword from its scabbard, and drew the horse from the stable.

"The Holy Church is calling me." The Knights of Divine Grace stepped on their horses, they were dressed in fine armor and looked like ordinary knights, but their banners and robes, the ecclesiastical motif, indicated their higher rank than the average knight.

Fifty charismatic knights soon gathered in the monastery where the Black Butler was, and each of them looked calm and confident, although they did not have the lofty chins and arrogant expressions of ordinary knights, but they were as deep as a calm sea.

"You, supporters and defenders of the Holy Church, warriors of the Lord on earth, now obey the call of the Lord and the Church to fight against the enemies that threaten the Church and the glory of the Lord, to crush their flesh and drive their wicked souls to hell, may the Lord forgive their sins." The black deacon, dressed in white robes, walked out of the monastery gate and spoke loudly to the gathered charismatic knights.