The White Knight was not pleased with Woolf's words, but he was helpless under the eaves, but the next morning, as he lay on the hay-covered wooden bed, the door was opened.

"Who is it?" The white knight vigilantly held the sword beside him in his hand, even if he was sleepy-eyed, he was still strong enough to fight back.

"Put on your clothes and come with me." Woolf entered, dressed as if he had never been drunk at a banquet, and vomited at the columns, and sometimes the White Knight suspected that the northerners were barrels, for they were too good to drink.

"Go there?" The white knight put down the sword in his hand suspiciously, put on his clothes, and asked curiously.

"Where to go? Didn't you want us to do something? Woolf said to the White Knight.

Even if it is not in the depths of winter, most of the northern region is shrouded in a cold atmosphere, except for the hardy tall coniferous vegetation, everything is a solemn atmosphere, and several tall northern war horses carry warriors wearing animal skins, slowly walking towards the direction of the wasteland.

"Can you tell me now, where are we going?" The white knight on his horse, holding the reins, kicked his mount in the crotch and asked Woolf, who was next to him.

"It's not enough on our own, so we're going to visit King Augs." Woolf said to the White Knight.

"King Augs?" The white knight frowned slightly when he heard this, he didn't know much about the political system of the northerners, but after this period of contact, he also understood that the so-called king was actually only a more famous warrior among the northerners, and the territory was not necessarily the largest.

"Yes, if all the tribes are to be mobilized, there must be a reputable warrior who will convince the others in our place." Woolf explained to the White Knight.

"So, how many people can he mobilize, and how sure are you that you can convince him?" When the White Knight heard Woolf's words, he immediately became excited, the northerners were tall and mighty, almost able to defeat a hundred, if they could mobilize the entire northern warriors to join their side, why worry about the great cause?

"I'll do my best." Woolf said vaguely.

"Then let's hurry up! Drive it. The White Knight hurried his mount to meet the king as soon as the northern warriors had sung the praise.

"Father's beard, it's not easy to persuade that old stubbornness of Augs." Algueren was a little unoptimistic, he shook his head helplessly, and followed behind Woolf and the White Knight.

At the same time that the White Knight was about to visit the king of the northerners, a banquet was being prepared in the castle of the Countess Randall, because the Countess had obtained a precious glass brooch, and the nobles and celebrities were very curious when they received the notice, and it was said that this treasure was very rare.

"The banquet is really interesting." Count Ivan had a disheveled young lady in his arms in his arms, and he asked his courtiers curiously.

"Yes, Lord Count." The Earl's palace minister nodded and said.

Although the Countess's banquet was attended by her vassals and the nobles of her domain, the nobles had an intertwined relationship, and the news was told to Count Ivan's courtier.

"For what?" Count Ivan asked curiously.

"It is said that someone gave the Countess a treasure, and the Countess was glad to have the feast." The palace minister explained to Count Ivan.

"Who sent it, and which adult?" Hearing this, Count Ivan's brow furrowed, and he pushed the woman in his arms away, completely ignoring the other party's resentful eyes.

"Uh, you mean ~~." The nobles who can become palace ministers are generally extremely shrewd, and he instantly understood what Count Ivan meant, if it was given to the countess by a certain lord, then it may be a dowry, hoping to please the countess, if the countess is so happy, maybe it will lead to a marriage, and this is by no means what Count Ivan wants.

"Hmph, prepare the horses, let's go to the banquet right away." Count Ivan stood up, he would not allow a lord other than himself to marry a countess, knowing that once he married Countess Randall, his territory would be doubled, and it would be two adjacent lands.

"Yes, Lord Count." The palace minister hurriedly instructed the attendants to go to the stable to prepare the horses for the earl, and when Count Ivan walked out of the hall, the knights who were originally sitting in the side hall and drinking also quickly stood up, as the personal knights of the guard, they must follow their masters closely.

Countess Randall did not know Count Ivan's wishful thinking, she stood in the hall and commanded the maids to decorate the surroundings, and made the whole lord's hall magnificent, and the rolls of red velvet cloth in the warehouse were carried out by the attendants, some were hung as huge curtains, and some were spread on the long wooden table, making the original rough cedar table extremely high-end and luxurious in an instant.

"Mistress, I'll bring the merchant who offered the treasure, oh, please." At this moment Sir Hilton came over, and he said after saluting the countess.

"Bring it on." Countess Randall immediately lowered the black veil on her head, which she had to mourn as a widow, but also covered her face.

Old Kevin and White stood in the open space outside the main tower, lined with stables and guardhouses, strong guards talking to each other, busy maids and squires shuttling between the main tower and the warehouse, and no one paid any attention to them except one of Sir Hilton's men.

"What will the countess do to us, you say?" Young White approached old Kevin in a bit of a panic and said to this old guy he had always hated, and at this time this bald old guy became his dependence.

"Don't worry, we'll give them a priceless treasure, and they'll be fine." Kevin Sr. was not worried at all, he took off his felt hat, scratched his bald scalp, and said to White.

"Hey, you two come in, the mistress wants to see you." While the two were talking, Sir Hilton walked out of the hall, and he waved at them and said loudly, the tall, muscular knight's voice loud.

"May the Lord God bless." White, who never fears the gods on weekdays, couldn't help but whisper a prayer at this time, these nobles are moody, not to mention that the name of the Black Widow is really loud.

"What are you muttering?" Old Kevin didn't care, and he reproached White.

The door creaked and was pushed open by the two attendants, and the crack in the door, which originally only allowed one person, was pushed open a little wider at this time, which made old Kevin a little surprised, you must know that unless a big man arrives, the gate of the main tower is generally not too big, which is also for safety reasons.