Bruce kept his word, and when his troops had received the grain provided by the Duke, he entered the castle with Stukov, Edward, Eve, and Anne, leaving Danny and Mavis in the camp.

"It's not fair, I'm also Bruce's personal maid, why don't you let me go?" Mavis fiddled with the ends of her hair, looked at the backs of the people who were gradually leaving, and said unconvinced.

"What's so good about the castle?" Danny Splitter hates the red tape of the nobility, preferring to spend time with simple warriors.

"What's so good about the castle? You savage pirate is worthy of nothing but drinking salty sea water and chewing dried fish like dry wood. Isn't it good enough that there are feasts of sumptuous food and gorgeous clothes in the castle? Mavis sneered, and the object of her ridicule was taller and stronger than her, and everyone on the side sweated for her.

"Hahaha, you're right, I'd rather drink seawater and eat dried fish than see the faces of the nobles." But Splitter Danny wasn't angry, he laughed, and didn't take Mavis's words to heart.

Bruce rode and followed the Duke's squire, the castle was taller and wider than Jeffrey's, and was built by the Duke of Bemessi's family with all the best craftsmen and stonemasons in the entire duchy as a military fortress to control the richest part of the duchy.

"Open the gates." A guard stood at the city gate, looking at Bruce and his party with the flag of the Locke family, and he shouted loudly.

"Crunch." With the sound of chains, the iron fence was slowly raised, and the closed drawbridge was lowered, which was built right on the moat, which was connected to the river that flowed through the place, so that the water in the moat could not be stopped.

"Da-da-da-da." The horses' hooves made a noise on the drawbridge, and several people crossed the wooden bridge and entered the castle, and several attendants who had been waiting stepped forward to lead the horses.

"Let's go." Bruce got off his horse and said to Stukov and the others.

"When will you have such a magnificent castle?" Edward said to Bruce with a smile.

Bruce walked into the hall of the lords, where the sound of tinkling strings rang out, the laughter of the nobles filled the room, and Duke Bemessi sat on his throne, looking at his vassals with triumph.

"Please report to the Patriarch of the Locke family, Lord of Grand Greenton, Lord Baron Bruce." Edward walked to the gate and said with a grin to the herald standing in the doorway.

"Uh, yes. The patriarch of the Locke family, lord of Grand Greenton, Lord Baron Bruce, arrived. The messenger hurriedly followed Edward's request to inform the nobles in the hall of Bruce's arrival.

"Baron Bruce?" When they heard the herald's announcement, the hall fell silent, and the nobles talked among themselves, wondering if this so-called Baron Bruce was the vassal, who was unable to respond to the duke's call order because of his excessive indulgence?

Bruce strode into the hall, the vassals between the columns on both sides looked at him curiously, the maids covered their mouths and sneered, and the Duke of Bemessi looked at the young baron in front of him with mixed feelings.

"Bruce, bruce, bruce." The Duke of Bemessi wore the Duke's golden tiara, the noble robe of Matia with white trim and gold trim, and his hair was painted with olive oil on his shoulders.

"Dear Duke, Bruce sends you his sincerest greetings and loyalty." Bruce saw Duke Bemessi take a few steps forward, kneel down on one knee to the duke, and swear allegiance.

"I see your greetings, but loyalty takes time." The Duke of Bemessi rested his elbows on the armrest, and he held his cheeks, tilted his head to look at Bruce, who was kneeling in front of him on one knee, and said to him.

"Of course, my loyalty will definitely stand the test, and this time I have brought two hundred strong soldiers at the disposal of the Duke." Bruce put his right hand on his heart and said to the Duke in the most sincere tone of his life.

"Two hundred soldiers?" Duke Bemessi touched his lips, two hundred soldiers were not much, but joining his army was undoubtedly a boost, and it might work at a critical moment.

"That's right." Bruce said to the Duke, feeling the pain in his knees on the cold ground, and couldn't help but curse the Duke of Bemessi, but his face did his best to maintain a loyal expression.

After a moment of silence, the Duke of Bemessy finally accepted Bruce's allegiance, and he asked his servants to arrange a banquet for Bruce, but it was close to the gate, which shows that although the Duke accepted Bruce's allegiance, he did not take him to heart.

"Master Bruce." As Bruce sat behind the long table, music and laughter resumed in the hall, and Sir Hilton came over with a wine glass, patting a chubby lord next to Bruce on the shoulder, telling him to get up and get out of the way.

"Sir Hilton, thank you for your willingness to mediate the dispute between the Locke family and the Duke." Bruce hurriedly raised his glass and thanked Jazz.

"The Locke family is an important supporting force of the principality, and the Duke has long had the intention of settling disputes." Sir Hilton said with a smile and diplomatic rhetoric.

"An important supporting force?" Bruce looked at where he was, and then at several vassals close to the duke who were talking to the duke, and couldn't help but smile.

"Ahem, Lord Baron don't need to take it to heart, that's because you just inherited the title of Baron, and you haven't established any merits, if Lord Duke is too enthusiastic, it won't be a good thing." Sir Hilton explained awkwardly.

"It's okay, I don't care about this kind of thing." Bruce put the wine glass to his lips and sipped it, the reason why he regained his allegiance to the Duke of Bemessey was just to buy time for the development of Grand Greenton, and by the way, to see if there was any benefit to be gained, and he really didn't pay attention to the intrigue between the nobles.

"Well, as long as you are patient and patient, you will definitely be able to win the favor of the Duke by killing the enemy on the battlefield and establishing meritorious deeds." Sir Hilton, thinking that his bitter words had finally been understood by Bruce, patted Bruce on the shoulder with satisfaction.

"Sir Hilton, Lord Duke is looking for you." At this moment a servant came to Sir Hilton's side and said to him.

"Understood." Sir Hilton stood up, and walked past the crowd to the Duke of Bemothy, and it was evident that the Duke had great regard for the knight.

"Tsk, I'm being underestimated." Although he didn't want to be the center of attention, this unpleasant feeling of being underestimated still made Bruce frown.

"Hello, you." Suddenly, a voice sounded beside Bruce, and when Bruce turned around, he saw a chubby face coming up behind him.