Bruce stood behind Marcus, a dragon egg was born in Marcus's hands, Marcus held a carving knife in his dexterous hands, the clay fell like snowflakes, and Marcus, who sat on a high stool, focused on his work.

"Perfect." Marcus stopped the small carving knife in his hand, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"You are the only one who can carve such a perfect dragon egg." Bruce said behind him, startling Marcus, who quickly turned around.

"I'm sorry, Lord Baron, I didn't know you were here." Marcus said apologetically to Bruce.

"It's okay, are you still satisfied here?" Bruce smiled and waved his hand, and he looked around at Marcus.

"Very nice, it's close to the courtyard and very remote and quiet." Marcus didn't expect Bruce to give him the house near the courtyard and make him a place to work for his creations.

"I'm very supportive of art." Bruce walked in the middle of the house with his hands behind his back, where a small sculpture had been placed, but in the northwest corner of the house was a medium-sized sculpture made of thick linen.

"There are so few aristocrats who support the arts like this, and it is my pleasure to work for you." Marcus took off his leather apron and said after Bruce.

"Didn't the aristocracy of the South support the arts?" Bruce touched the statue of a carved hand, not to mention Marcus's sculptural skills are very exquisite, the pair of white clay carved hands are subtle and slightly warped, as if a pair of beautiful hands of a woman are there.

"The aristocracy of the South supported the arts, but only when they needed it, and whenever the banquets and nobles showed off, the artists were rewarded." Marcus set aside the carving knife in his hand and explained to Bruce.

"It looks like the South is rich!" Bruce's eyes rolled, only those who have eaten and drunk enough have the leisure to compare, the nobles of the northern kingdom fight each other for a little profit, and even if they can hold a large banquet, even if they are very rich lords, in the final analysis, it is still relatively barren in the north.

"It's true that the climate in the south is mild and spring-like, and the wheat that farmers sprinkle in the fields ripens in three seasons, and the fruit-bearing vineyards always smell good." Marcus's eyes were foggy, he felt as if he had returned to his hometown, the salty smell of the seaside, the bright sun shining on the terrace, and he sat in a rocking chair watching the busy crowd below.

"The three seasons are ripe, and the main god is above, which is really blessed!" Bruce couldn't help but say in admiration, and he used all his strength to water the ground with the volcanic ash and manure that Stukov brought back from the volcanic island, and worked hard to make the land strong, and Grington's fields could only ripen in two seasons.

"yes!" Marcus woke up from his memories, and he hurriedly said to Bruce.

"Tsk, I'm going back to Greenton, are you going to go back with me, or stay here." Bruce said to Marcus.

"Lord Baron, are you going to tell me about blood circulation?" Marcus asked cautiously, the reason why he was willing to come out of the dungeon was why Bruce told the secret, he was not worried that Bruce was deceiving himself, because blood circulation was only a word that could only be heard by the senior personnel in the Arcane Society.

"I'll tell you when you're ready." Bruce pretended to be mysterious and said that he didn't know much more than a middle school student, after all, he wasn't interested in dissecting frogs in biology class.

"Then, then I am willing to be your personal attendant, I know the rules of those masters." Marcus said excitedly, he learned about the existence of the Mystic Society from a friend, and all the masters of the guild would choose an apprentice to follow him, Marcus thought that Bruce was such a master of the Mystic, how could he miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Bruce's party left the castle and headed for the village of Glinton, with the two vassals leading their armies along, and they would part ways at the crossroads, and the two vassals would return to their domains, but little Byron and Sir Wallace rode side by side all the way, and they were silent, after all, Bruce's submission to Lord Angus was really embarrassing.

"It's not worth it." Little Byron said dissatisfied, he was originally very optimistic about Bruce's future, but now the vassals will give way to Bruce to be weak and bullied, and his situation will be sad.

"Don't say that, we've done our part." Sir Wallace shook his horse, and he said indifferently.

"The Angus family will spread the word about it, damn it, a weak baron." Byron Jr. thinks that Bruce's reputation for being weak and bullying will drag him down.

"Stop, stop, someone's approaching." Suddenly, the procession stopped, and a herald spoke to the vassals.

"What's going on?" Sir Wallace craned his neck in confusion to see several horsemen coming from the other side of the road, looking like Bruce's retainers Stukov and Edward.

"Go see, ride it." Little Byron kicked his mount in the crotch and rode in the direction of Bruce, and Sir Wallace thought about it and followed him.

Bruce looked at Stukov and Edward galloping in front of him, his brow furrowed and he sat on his horse, his flag fluttering in the wind behind him, although no one else knew what was happening, but Bruce knew it.

"Lord Baron." Stukov and Edward came to Bruce, but they didn't have time to jump off their horses and speak directly to Bruce.

"How's it going?" Bruce asked the two of them.

"It's successful, and the Angus family is gone." Stukov gasped, and the two of them had made their way from the Angus family's territory, and the road was really enough.

"The Angus family doesn't exist anymore, what's going on?" Sir Wallace and Little Byron, who had just come to Bruce and the others, were very surprised when they heard Stukov's words, what did this mean, could it be that someone else had wiped out the Angus family, or was there some miracle descended from the gods?

"Did you bring any evidence?" Bruce patted the mount's neck under his crotch, soothed the snorting horse, and said to Stukov and Edward.

"Of course, please look at this." Stukov and Edward glanced at each other, and Stukov reached through the leather bag on the side of the horse, and took out a round object from it, and when he lifted it, Sir Wallace and little Byron were shocked.