Just as Stukov looked at Bruce for help, the executioner raised his foot and kicked over the barrel, the noose tightened around Stukov's neck, his legs struggling desperately, his eyes red about to pop out, and a coughing sound came from his throat.

The audience's eyes widened, as if they were watching a wonderful drama, and they didn't want to miss every detail.

Seeing this, Bruce hurriedly stood up, raised his hand and loudly expressed his objection to the judge, the judge had already made a ruling that it was impossible to change, but because of the nobleman who raised the objection, the judge had to stop the execution, and the barrel was placed at Stukov's feet again, Stukov greedily breathed in the fresh air, and his lungs pumped in the air and made a whirring sound.

"Your Excellency, you have an objection to this ruling." The judge looked at Bruce who came out in confusion, a little dissatisfied.

"I'm sorry, Your Honor, but I don't have a problem with this ruling, but with this executor." Bruce shrugged his shoulders and said to the judge.

"Is this any different?" The judge looked puzzled.

"Of course there is a difference, the Stukov you want to execute is my vassal, and if you want to kill him, you must agree to him." Bruce stood on the execution table and spoke to the judge and the people in the audience, and when his words fell, the people in the audience let out an unbelievable uproar.

"It's ridiculous." The judge blurted out that he had never revealed this information during the trial of Stukov, and that if he was a vassal of a nobleman, the judge had no right to judge him privately.

Bruce told him about his last visit to town and his acceptance of Stukov as his vassal, and the judge immediately asked Stukov if this was the case, and Stukov's neck was strangled by the noose, and he could barely speak, so he nodded desperately.

"If that's the case, then we don't have the right to hang him." The judge said with some regret that he asked the executioner to remove the noose from Stukov's head.

"Oh~~." The crowd under the execution table was in an uproar, and the spectators were not satisfied with the judge's decision, and they had been waiting here early in the morning to see a prisoner hanged, but now that Stukov had been rescued from the gallows, there was an uproar.

"Quiet, quiet, the guards maintain order, it's the law." The judge hurriedly asked the heavily armed soldiers to step forward, blocked the crowd with their bodies and spears in their hands, and announced loudly with a blushing face.

Stukov was saved from the noose, and he glanced gratefully at Bruce, who stepped forward to support him, and gave Bruce his life.

Although Stukov would not be able to judge Bruce because he was a vassal, Bruce had to go to the Bishop to settle the Harrison family's dispute, which was no easier than going to the gallows.

Bruce tidied up his clothes, hung up the saber at his waist, and strode towards the church, Edward hurriedly followed behind Bruce, as a family knight, even if it was a show.

Stepping into the cathedral where the reliquary of St. Murphy is kept, Bruce looked up at the overhead, the deliberately elongated roof emphasizes the unattainability of the religious heaven and the authority of the church, and the large colored glazed glass windows let in the strong sunlight, as if for a moment people are in the light, and the slight sound echoes all around, forcing everyone to whisper, for fear of disturbing the holy realm.

Through the rows of seats, up the twelve marble steps, in front of the altar made of white marble, the bishop in bishop's robe stood in front of the altar, as if talking to the two nobles, and when they heard footsteps, looked at Bruce.

"You saved the prisoner?" A middle-aged nobleman standing in front of the bishop looked at Bruce, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.

"Wait a minute, violence cannot be tolerated in the temple of the Lord God." The bishop interlocked his fingers, and he looked at the middle-aged nobleman in front of him and said to him.

"I'm sorry Bishop, but at least I should report my name so I know who's working against the Harrisons, right?" The middle-aged nobleman looked at Bruce in front of him, he didn't believe that such a young nobleman would be willing to get involved in this dispute.

"I am Lord Grinton, Bruce of House Locke. Locke. But Bruce didn't pay any attention to the hostile gaze of the other party, he knew that now was the time to bargain.

"The Locke family?" Listening to the name of the Bruce newspaper, the middle-aged nobleman's brows furrowed, this is a well-known name, some people curse the people of the Locke family as a group of opportunists, but some people think that this is a family that judges the situation, but no matter what, the people of the Locke family are not easy to mess with.

"Even if it's a Locke, the Harrison family of River Valley has never been afraid of anyone." The young man beside the middle-aged nobleman couldn't bear it anymore, and he shouted loudly, and the whole church seemed to echo with his rude voice.

"Shut up." The middle-aged nobleman turned his head and stopped, it is not good for the family to be so rude in front of the bishop, but Bruce looked very calm, just smiled and looked at the people of the Harrison family in front of him.

"I'm here to solve problems, not to quarrel or fight." Bruce politely bowed slightly to the bishop and the middle-aged nobleman, and then said lightly.

Bruce's polite behavior won the favor of the bishop, and the church had always been a headache for the rude behavior of the nobles, who on the one hand expected the nobles to protect the church with their swords, but on the other hand, they did not want the violence to be too much.

"Okay, two honorable nobles, what happened in my parish is really regrettable, but everyone's life and death have already been predestined by the Lord God, and we should still deal with this matter well, are you right?" The bishop had his hands folded and his belly straight, his neck hung with a finely carved gold necklace, and his fingers were covered with precious stones.

"You're right." The nobles of the Bruce and Harrison families agreed with the bishop, but the Harrison family was not prominent, and the current highest title in their family was a baron, and the Locke family had a Duke of Bemessey among their relatives, and it was not wise to have a grudge against the big family.

Bruce took the opportunity to settle an atonement with the Harrison family, but fortunately it was an unimportant member of the Harrison family who died, and the Harrison family demanded forty silver pesos, and in the end Bruce bargained for twenty-five, and then had to pay the bishop ten silver pesos.

"Thirty-five silver pesos, my lord, we have a lot to lose if we go on like this." Back at the hotel, Anne complains about Bruce's lavish spending, but Bruce thinks it's worth it.

"Thank you, sir." Stukov whispered to Bruce that his vocal cords were a little injured, but otherwise fine.

"I just fulfilled our agreement, and you will keep it too, right?" Bruce waved his hand, and he looked into Stukov's eyes, but in fact only one eye.

"Hehe, of course, I, Stukov, am a man of all kinds." Stukov smiled, and while in prison, he swore allegiance to Bruce on his knees in order to survive, and according to the oath of the sea man, if he broke it, he would be cursed by the god of the sea, face the dilemma of being windless when he went out to sea, and would be swallowed by the Kraken.

"Very well, I want you to go to Death Island and help me bring back a batch of things." Bruce couldn't help but stand up, propping his arms on the wooden table and said to Stukov.

"To Dead Island?" Listening to Bruce's words, Stukov was taken aback, he did not expect that his first mission would actually go to Death Island.

"What, you're scared?" Bruce asked.

"No, the men of the sea are never afraid of any place, but there is no grass there, and the smell of sulphur is choking all day long, and there is a mountain that erupts flames all year round, and it is said that it is the place abandoned and cursed by the Lord God, and it is the entrance to hell." Stukov was curious as to why Bruce wanted to go there.

"I just want to go to hell and get something back." Bruce's eyebrows furrowed, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, and he said to Stukov.