"My dear niece, now you are the Baron's celebrity, but remember that you are a member of the Byron family, and you will always have the blood of the Byron family in your veins." Anne's uncle put his hand on her shoulder and said to her.

"Whew." Anne, who has been instilled in obedience since she was a child, looked at her uncle in front of her, although she was extremely disgusted in her heart, but she couldn't make any resistance.

When Anne's uncle left, Anne stood in front of the wall, her mind in confusion, like a great storm sweeping through her tiny little head.

"Anne, what's wrong with you?" Suddenly, a cold hand grabbed Anne, but the voice was gentle, and Anne turned around to find that it was Monica.

The witch, who had been wearing a mask and shrouded in a gray burqa, looked worriedly at Anne, who was one of the few friends she treated as equals, and Monica didn't want anything to happen to her.

"Oh, no, maybe the air isn't so good." Anne didn't want to talk about her family's affairs to others casually, so she said to Monica.

The feasts in Locke Manor continued, but not far from the Cumberland area, an army was slowly advancing, led by a white tower patterned banner, which had not been seen on the land for a long time.

"My lord, shall we go to Glinton and gather some companions there?" A knight in a gray cloak stepped forward to a knight in a white robe and asked him.

"No, Carlos, we can't bother them, and besides, they don't have much strength to lend us." The White Knight said to Carlos from his helmet.

"Okay, but can we defeat the Duke of Bemessi with our little strength?" Carlos looked at the side with some concern, these serf light infantry with pitchforks seemed to be numerous, but if they encountered a setback, they were likely to scatter in a hurry, but they did not have the support of the nobles.

"Of course, their loyalty and faith are enough as weapons." The white knight said optimistically.

"Two lords, there is a territory in front of us, and we can ask the local lords to give food." At this time, a cavalryman ran back to report to them.

"Oh, is it a castle?" Carlos asked curiously.

"No, it's a wooden fortress." The cavalry, as a scout, found a wooden fortress on a plain, and around the stockade was farmland cultivated by serfs, and a black bear flag was planted on the wooden fortress.

"Be polite, send messengers first, and tell them that the true king has come, and if they can raise troops to support me, then there will be a place for his family next to the throne, and if they don't want to take the risk, they can pay us a ransom that will pass through harmlessly." The white knight raised his chin and said to the hussars.

"Yes, sir." The light cavalry turned their horses and galloped away the way they came.

"My lord, what if they refuse to provide us with food and grass?" Carlos asked worriedly.

"If you reject the true king, you will be punished." The white knight's proud voice came from the helmet, and although the urn sound was full of majesty.

"Understood, my lord, oh no, Your Highness." Carlos looked at the white knight in front of him, he bowed his head reverently, and sighed in his heart that only the arrival of this king in the world could bring peace and tranquility to the chaotic empire.

However, just as Carlos feared, the lord of the fortress completely rejected their demands, and treated their terms as the whispers of a madman.

"Ping-pong, ping-pong~." A human head was thrown from the city, and it rolled for a long time before it came to a halt before the horse's hooves, and Carlos frowned and glanced at the head, which was the head of the messenger they had sent.

"Your Highness, they killed our messenger." Carlos turned to the White Knight behind him.

"Whew." The White Knight was silent from his helmet, he looked at the banners hanging from the wooden fortress and the soldiers running with bows on the walls, and his heart was very angry at the nobles who refused to recognize the legitimacy of his royal power.

The white knight did not speak, he raised his right hand, seeing this gesture, Carlos nodded and turned his horse to run in front of the dense soldiers, he shouted loudly, it didn't matter what he shouted, it was important that he conveyed an angry emotion.

"Whoa~~." A tidal wave of serf soldiers poured out of the forest, looking at the people like a swarm of ants, and the fat lord on the fortress couldn't help but swallow and spit at the mouth.

"Where did these bastards come from?" The black bear lord, with rings on his sausage-thick fingers, leaned on the city wall and looked at the people, and said in surprise to the retainers beside him.

"I don't know about the lords, but they look like rioting serfs." The emaciated retainer on the side couldn't help but say.

"Serfs, but look at their banners." The Black Bear Lord angrily pointed to a banner on the opposite side and roared at the retainers beside him.

"A White Tower flag, ha, my lord, do you believe it's true?" The retainer said with a contemptuous sneer.

"That's right, how can it be the banner of the White Tower, how many years has the White King been dead, this must be some stupid serf who thinks that by hanging this banner, he will be able to fool more people." The Black Bear Lord also sneered, amused at the ignorance of the serfs.

"Your Lord." At this moment, a knight in leather armor strode up, his figure as strong as a black bear, with a chain hammer hanging from his waist and a shield with three hounds painted in one hand.

"Oooh. Sir Cris, my most faithful knight, my most reliable shield. Seeing the knight come up, the black bear lord's face blossomed with joy, this strong knight was the hole card he dared to shout.

"Rest assured, Lord Lord, it's just a bunch of serfs." Sir Chris lifted his trousers, just now he was warming up with the lord's coquettish new wife, but was interrupted by a rush, and his heart was already very dissatisfied, although there were many serfs outside the city walls, but the knight did not care at all.

"Alright, I'll leave it to you." The Black Bear Lord said contentedly.

"Wait, lord, there's one more thing for you to decide." But just as the lord was about to make his way to the walls, Sir Chris stopped him.

"What is it, my dear friend?" The Black Bear Lord asked, looking at Sir Chris in confusion.

"Actually, it's because lately, I've been fighting a lot of spears and swords, and I need some money to repair them." Sir Chris said to the Black Bear Lord with a respectful look.

"Well, then, my dear friend, how much will you need to repair it?" The Black Bear Lord smiled awkwardly, but asked cautiously.

"Not much, maybe five hundred silver coins are enough." Sir Chris smiled and stretched out his palm, and said to the Black Bear Lord.

"What, five hundred?" The lord gasped, which was equivalent to three years of income in his territory.

"Hey, if the lord finds it difficult, forget it, but I can't fight without a weapon?" Sir Chris turned his head and said with an embarrassed expression.

"No, it's not embarrassing at all, don't worry, I'll have the money ready soon, or put it in your room, right?" The Black Bear Lord wiped the sweat from his face, and the fat all over his body was secretly shaking, but the situation was stronger than people, so he could only smash his teeth and swallow it.