The maiden covered the mouth of the northern warrior with her hand, for although they were hiding in a pile of thorns, it was not easy to be spotted, but no one could guarantee that someone would check on it.

"Shhhh The girl leaned into the ear of the northern warrior and said to him.

"Am I not dead yet?" The Northern Warrior said to the maiden.

"Not yet." The girl said to the northern warriors.

"Why save me, I should die on the battlefield." The Northern Warrior said angrily, but he was weak from excessive bleeding, and his voice was not as loud as the worm's scream.

"No, the Lord God teaches us that any life is precious." The girl said comfortingly to the northern warriors.

"Ugh." But the northern warrior raised his left hand with all his might, and choked the girl's slender throat, the strength of the palm became tighter and tighter, and soon the girl's face turned purple, and she desperately used both hands to clasp the northern warrior's hand, but it was useless, the air could no longer enter the girl's lungs, and she felt that death was getting closer and closer to her.

"Uh-huh." But the sharp pain in the ribs of the northern warrior saved the girl, and the pain made the northern warrior let go of his hand, and he gasped like a wounded wolf, and his hands fell weakly among the thorns.

"Ahem, ahem." The girl coughed softly, the fresh air returned to her lungs, and she gasped for breath to feel the beauty of life, but she did not understand why the northern warrior wanted to kill herself.

"Kill me." The northern warrior looked at the maiden, and he said to her.

The girl set her eyes on a bone-handled knife at the waist of the Northern Warrior, and reached out to pull the knife out of its scabbard, and the Northern Warrior's eyes were full of encouragement, and he even moved his neck to make it easier for the girl to do so.

The news that Bruce defeated Lord Jeffrey spread, and everyone was surprised by Bruce's victory, Jeffrey the Kiss was by no means a person who could be easily defeated, he was ruthless and cunning, but now he died in the hands of the stinky Bruce, and the vassals of the Locke family suddenly became suspicious.

"This news is fake, isn't it?" When a Locke vassal, his first reaction was that it was false, but the traveler was sure that he had seen the baron's banner fluttering on Jeffrey's castle and the robes of the Locke soldiers led by Sir Wayne.

"It must be a fluke, Jeffrey is old too." Some vassals thought that Jeffrey was no longer as brave as he once was, and they thought that Bruce had shit luck to take Jeffrey's castle, which they coveted, and the materials in that castle and the strong stronghold were enviable.

Although envy and jealousy prevailed, most of the vassals did not take this matter to heart, they thought that this matter had nothing to do with them at all, and it was better to find a beautiful maid to warm the bed realistically.

However, one morning, the messengers with the banner of Bruce knocked on their door, which made them understand a little that the first thing Bruce did after taking Jeffrey's territory was to settle accounts with them.

"Lord Baron, I would like to know why you did not respond to the summoning order, my lordship." The messenger stood in front of a vassal and said to him.

"Reason, there is a wolf plague in my territory, and I need to send people to clean up the wild wolves." The vassal sat at the table and poured wine as he spoke.

"But you didn't explain it to the Baron." The messenger was one of Sir Wayne's men, and he continued with a frown.

"Oh, I forgot." The lord held the greasy ham and said to the messenger nonchalantly.

"Then as punishment, the Baron has decided to impose a fine on you." The messenger held back his anger and said to the vassals.

"What?" The drunken vassal was furious, and he threw the ham on the messenger's body, and the greasy ham immediately left a mark on the messenger.

"Ugh." The envoy sat down on the ground before he could dodge, causing the vassal's retainers to laugh, who looked at the envoy as if they were a joke.

"That kid Bruce wants money, yes, let him get it himself!" The vassal said arrogantly.

Almost the same drama was playing, except for some of the lesser vassals, who felt that there was no need to offend the Locke family for this, and agreed to pay the fine, the other vassals were dismissive of Bruce's decision, and these people also sent emissaries to each other and formed alliances with each other.

"So, the nobles decided to rebel against me." Bruce got the news from the castle and was ready to return to Grington Village, where the water-powered mill was about to start working, and he was looking forward to the white wheat flour production.

"I'm sorry Baron, but I was unable to complete your order." Sir Wayne said with some embarrassment, he felt that it was his responsibility.

"This has nothing to do with you, maybe those envoys of yours are too polite, this time replace mine!" Bruce shrugged his shoulders and said disapprovingly.

"What are you going to do, maybe give some gifts to the more powerful nobles among them, which can ease the tension between us." Sir Wayne thought for a moment and said.

"Then you think those nobles are more powerful?" Bruce asked, smiling.

"Oh, I know that the Angus family, the strongest of the vassals, is in the valley, and although the land is strong, their people are brave and good at war." Sir Wayne said to Bruce.

"The guy who threw the ham in your men's faces?" Bruce asked.

"Well, yes, the people of the Angus family are rude, after all, some people who have not been exposed to true aristocratic etiquette." Sir Wayne said embarrassedly.

"Okay, I'll send a gift to the Angus family." A sneer appeared on Bruce's lips as he said to Sir Wayne.

"And who are you going to send?" Sir Wayne then asked.

"Send someone clever this time to call Stukov and Edward." Bruce shook the bell on the wooden table, and soon a valet walked in, and after he bowed to Bruce, Bruce commanded him.

"It's the Baron." The valet quickly turned to leave, and he went to find Stukov and Edward.

"So, what kind of gift should I prepare?" Sir Wayne breathed a sigh of relief, although Stukov was a one-eyed dragon of unknown birth, but Edward was a knight, and a knight with fainting blood, so he thought he would have a good conversation with Lord Angus.

"A gift like no other." Bruce put his finger to his lips as he sat behind the wooden table.