Phoebe glanced at the others, and although it was best for him not to speak rashly at this time, he looked at Bruce's expectant gaze and finally couldn't help but speak.

"If you go, it could be a trap and a trap." Phoebe straightened up and said to Bruce.

"Yes." Bruce propped his chin on his elbows and looked at Phoebe thoughtfully.

"Isn't that nonsense?" Edward said dismissively.

"If you don't go, you'll become the Duke's handle." Phoebe ignored Edward, and he continued, not knowing why all his worries were gone when he spoke.

"So what?" A smile tugged at the corner of Bruce's mouth, and he thought that Phoebe's thoughts might coincide with his own.

"I don't think it's as good as the Baron, in the presence of the messenger, pretending to fall from his horse, so that he doesn't have to go to see the Duke." Phoebe suggested to Bruce.

"Oh, I see."

"That doesn't seem like a bad idea."

When Phoebe's proposal was spoken, everyone looked surprised, pretending to have fallen off their horses and couldn't go because they were injured, which also made sense, it was rare that Phoebe could come up with it in such a short time.

"What do you think of this idea?" Bruce looked at the surprised crowd and couldn't help but laugh.

"Yes, I think it's good." Eve glanced at Phoebe, and he said to the group.

"Yes, I agree." Everyone else nodded in agreement.

"Phoebe, you have a good idea, but you should fix it." Bruce smiled, touched his chin with his hand, squinted at Phoebe and Ken standing by the fireplace, and said to them.

The door to the lord's house opened, and the retainers walked out one by one, Phoebe and Ken following side by side, closer than the others.

"What a good idea, it needs to be repaired, huh." Ken walked to the lord's house, looked at the soldiers who had come out of the barracks, and said to Phoebe.

"Maybe the baron has his own ideas!" Phoebe said indifferently, but he was curious about how Bruce wanted to defuse this crisis.

"The huntress didn't seem to have come out." Ken looked back and said to Phoebe.

"It seems so." Phoebe frowned, and as everyone was about to leave, Bruce stopped Eve.

Bruce stops Eve, who asks her to fetch some herbs that hunters can only find in the forest, and the use of these herbs is inexplicable to Eve.

"Lord Baron, what did you ask Eve to do with these herbs?" Anne, who was listening, asked Bruce in surprise.

"Of course it works, haha, speaking of which, Annie, you also have a mission." Bruce looked at Anne and smiled at Anne.

"Lord Baron, why are you weird?" Anne's little face flushed, and she couldn't help but pull her neckline, and Bruce's gaze seemed to have changed.

"Call Marcus for me." Bruce said.

As night fell, Bruce feasted the messengers in the open space outside his house, and the servants brought out the long wooden tables, and set up tongs on the bonfire, but the hares were skinned, skewered and roasted on either side of the fire.

In Bruce's lord's kitchen, bread is baked with wheat flour, white smoke rises from the chimney on the roof, and the village women gather berries and wild fruits in the forest, and the fresh berry jam spreads on the freshly baked bread, which is sweet and sour.

"A banquet for Lord Baron?" The messenger sat among the retainers, and said with some flattery, that he had not expected to be personally entertained by Bruce.

"You are a servant of the Countess Randall, and a friend of Sir Hilton, and you are tasked with reconciling with the Duke, and a banquet is still due." Edward held his glass, put his hand on the emissary's shoulder, and clinked glasses intimately.

The messenger was relieved to hear this, after all, he represented the Countess and the Duke of Bemessy, and everyone gradually became drunk in the laughter, but Bruce's chair as the master was always empty.

"What about the Baron?" The messenger finally noticed this in the middle of drinking, but no one knew what was going on with Bruce.

"Squeak." Suddenly, the door to the lord's house opened, and Bruce staggered out, but his arms were on Anne and Mavis's shoulders.

"Poof~." Stukov was taking a sip of wine, but when he saw Bruce and the others, he couldn't help but squirt out a sip of wine, which happened to Edward's face.

"Annie?"

"Mavis?"

"Hmph." When the retainers saw it, their jaws almost dropped in surprise, and Eve scolded with a cold face, men are not good things.

"Haha, sorry I'm late." Bruce turned his face up, looking nonchalant, completely ignoring the murderous gazes of everyone around him.

"Hee-hee." Mavis pinched the skirt proudly, she proudly held her chest, proud two-point protrusions, a small waist, a piece of cloth cut into a swallowtail around the waist swayed, but when she walked, she inadvertently exposed her white legs, which made people think about it.

"Woo." Anne, on the other hand, was much more shy, her face was flushed, and she tried hard to pull the upper part of her skirt down, but she exposed her shoulders, and she really couldn't take care of it.

"Man, Lord Baron, what is this?" Elder Warren twitched his lips and asked in surprise.

"What, oh, this is the new dress I asked Marcus to design for the maids." Bruce sat down in his chair, and Anne and Mavis stood on either side.

"It's just too much, too exposed, the Lord God is above." The messenger hurriedly lowered his gaze and put his hand in front of him, making a gesture of prayer, but his eyes couldn't help but glance.

"This is my maid, it's normal for me to dress up as them! Anne sat down. Bruce laughed and pulled Annie into his arms and sat her on his lap in a completely unscrupulous look.

"And me!" Compared to Anne's shyness, Mavis was much more active, and she threw herself into Bruce's arms and shouted.

"Hahaha, come here!" Bruce put his arm around Mavis's waist and sniffed her neck, scented with a faint milky smell.

"What a goddamn bastard." Eve couldn't stand it anymore, she held on to the wooden table with both hands and tried to stand up, but was pulled by Elder Warren.

Elder Warren glanced at Bruce and shook his head slightly at Eve, as if he had something to say, looking at Elder Warren's appearance, Eve had to sit down again, but he was very disappointed in Bruce in his heart.

The next banquet was very awkward in the shy screams of Bruce and the two girls, but some people felt that it was normal, the nobles were often absurd and uninhibited, but everyone had always been used to a serious Bruce, and in fact, he was the norm of the nobles at this time.