The Duke of Bemessi bowed his noble head, and his face showed a look of piety, and the confessing priest closed his eyes slightly, put his palm on the duke's forehead, and chanted the sacred ordinance, repenting for the duke's crimes.

When the Duke of Bemessi walked out of the confessional, his steps seemed much lighter, as if he had immediately become a holy man after confessing to the Lord God.

"Lord Duke?" Anxious courtiers waited outside the confessional room, looking at the Duke in bewilderment.

"I feel my soul uplifted." Duke Bemessi said to his courtiers with holiness on his face.

"Huh?" The courtiers looked at their master in wonder, wondering why the Duke, who had never been perfunctory about confessions and religious ceremonies, had suddenly become interested in religion.

"I have decided to enforce the tithe tax in my realm and contribute my wealth to the Holy Church." Duke of Bemessi announced in public.

"But Lord Duke, the eleventh tax must be levied on everyone, and the nobles must also pay it." The courtiers were shocked and said that the Duke of Bemessi, who had always resisted the eleventh tax imposed by the church, was now willing to take the initiative to enforce it in the realm.

"That's right, the money for sin is nothing compared to the purity of the soul, my lords, let us renounce sin together and embrace the Holy Church!" The Duke of Bemessi stepped forward and hugged his courtiers one by one, and after kissing them, he said.

"Lord Duke is worthy of being a chaste man, and I will recommend that the Church grant you the title of chaste one." At this time, the confessor came out, and he said to the duke with praise.

The Duke of Bemessi gladly accepted the priest's compliment, much to the confusion of the courtiers, who wondered if the Duke had gone mad.

At the same time that the Duke of Bemessy decided to confess his faith to the Church, Bruce led his retainers into Jeffrey's Tower, a tower that had been built over several generations, made entirely of solid, cold stone, and supported by tall cylindrical columns.

"Eve." Stukov looked at the dimly lit hall, he smelled a hint of danger, and said to Eve.

Eve didn't answer Stukov, she tightened the bow in her hand, and the sharp eyes she had cultivated in the forest were unhindered even in the dimly lit halls of the lords.

"Jeffrey, I'm Bruce, why don't you show up when you want to see me?" Bruce walked down the hall, his boots on the ground, echoing crisply through the empty halls of the lords.

"Hahaha, I didn't expect you to really have the guts to come in." From above the tower came Jeffrey's nervous laughter, who seemed surprised that Bruce dared to enter.

"As a lord, you should know that you have lost, why don't you surrender with dignity, or die in battle?" Bruce said to Jeffrey.

"I am Jeffrey, the rightful heir to this land, my blood is much more noble than yours, and you Locke, who are just a group of foreign robbers, what qualifications do you have to be the barons of this land?" Jeffrey roared, his voice echoing above the hall, under the dome.

"Can Eve find someone else?" Stukov approached Eve and asked her.

"There are so many columns here that I can't see him." Eve frowned, she had already removed an arrow and placed it on the bowstring, but the echo of the hall affected her judgment of Jeffrey's location.

"Wow." Suddenly, when Bruce and the others walked to the column near the staircase, a lord guard with a spear rushed over from a dark corner, but fortunately, Stukov's eyes were quick, he threw a flying knife, and the flying knife pierced straight into the bridge of the lord's guard's nose, and the lord's guard didn't even have a chance to snort, and fell straight down.

"Lord Baron, please get out of here! Jeffrey is a mean guy and not worth your risk. Stukov said to Bruce.

"Now that I've come here, I'm going to get there." Bruce is not a person who likes to give up halfway, and he continues towards the stairs, but Stukov sees that he can't convince Bruce and has to give up.

"Shield Splitting Danny covers the lord." Stukov couldn't convince Bruce, he had to let Shield Splitter Danny protect Bruce.

When the three of them walked up the stairs, three well-dressed archers suddenly appeared from the corridor of the tower, and they bent their bows and arrows at Bruce and the others on the stairs.

"Ah~~." The arrow hit three archers, two of whom fell down the hallway, and one leaned too far forward and fell off the wooden railing, falling hard into the middle of the hall, and the archer let out a scream as he fell.

"Bastard, traps everywhere." Stukov complained.

"He's supposed to be upstairs." Shield Splitter Danny said to the others.

"Go up." Bruce drew his sword as well, and he walked up the stairs with it and said to his retainers.

"Understood." Shield Splitter Danny grinned as he removed the round shield from his back and pulled out the tomahawk from his waist.

Jeffrey sat in the parlor on the third floor of the main tower, where there was a long wooden table for dining, and a lord's wooden chair, and next to the wooden chair were two wooden chests containing some of the lord's clothes.

"Ping-pong." The door slammed open, and a guard with a sword and shield flew in, and as the guard struggled to get up, Shield Splitter Danny strode in and kicked the guard in the jaw, knocking the sword-wielding guard unconscious.

Then Bruce and the others walked in, and they saw Jeffrey sitting on the lord's wooden chair, and he didn't react when he saw his guards being knocked down, as if it had happened to someone else.

"Jeffrey, you're done." Stukov shouted at Jeffrey with the dagger in his hand in his hand.

"It's over, hmph, you invaders, you don't understand anything." Jeffrey staggered to his feet, picking up a sword leaning against the wooden chair.

"Do you think you can handle so many of us?" Shield Splitter Danny held the shield in his hand and held the tomahawk in his hand, he sneered and said, even if Jeffrey was a skilled swordsman, it was impossible to deal with so many of them at the same time.

"Jeffrey, do you want to duel me?" Bruce stood in front of Jeffrey and said to him.

"Duel, hahaha, you don't deserve it at all, a filthy little bastard." Jeffrey laughed, and he took a few swaddling steps with his sword, but instead of walking into them, he stopped by the window, which was completely normal compared to the completely closed windows downstairs.

"You're slandering my bloodline?" Bruce raised his eyebrows, and it was an extremely serious matter to accuse a nobleman of his bloodline.

"Hahaha, bloodline, why do you think your brother hates you so much, just a younger brother?" Jeffrey's face had a sneering look on his face, but it looked like he was in control.