On the muddy paths, people walked along the paths, but these people were by no means ordinary travelers, and the horsemen among them were embroidered with family coats of arms, which meant that they were nobles.

On one side of the road, next to a crooked-necked tree, stood a tavern with cherry pie painted on a wooden block outside the door, and a few horses parked on a wooden post at the door. The tavern was surrounded by low walls made of stones, to protect it from some wild beasts, and the wooden doors creaked from time to time by the pushes of travelers who stopped to rest.

"It's still early, let's go in and rest." Seeing the tavern, a nobleman on a horse with a ram embroidered on his chest said to the attendant beside him.

When the nobleman dismounted from his horse, and the boy attendant led the horse and tied it to a wooden post, and the ram nobleman entered the tavern, he took off his cloak and trembled, and they set out from their fiefdom early in the morning, so that the cloak was still covered with dew.

"Aha~~." Pushing open the wooden door and entering the tavern, you are greeted by the sound of noisy laughter, but at the same time the roaring fireplace makes the room warm, and the noble ram has a satisfied smile on his face.

"My lord, what do you need?" The tavern owner with a beer belly on the bar said to the nobleman who walked in.

"A pot of hot beer, find me a spot near the fireplace, and I'm going to roast my feet." The ram nobleman took out a silver coin from the money pouch around his waist, flicked his finger, and the silver coin flew towards the tavernkeeper.

"Yes, my lordship." The tavernkeeper quickly reached out to catch the silver coin, and the two thick whiskers on his lips twitched, and he shouted to the waitress with a smile.

"Dear Lord, where are you from?" At this time, a plump and fat-butted waitress stepped forward and grabbed the nobleman's arm with her own hand, and rubbed her plump chest against the nobleman's arm.

"I'm from Raglen, I'm the knight there." The ram nobleman felt the waitress's enthusiasm, he wiped the waitress's chest with his hand, and said with a laugh.

"Oh, a vassal of Baron Locke?" The waitress entertained many of the people who came and went, and she was no stranger to the relationship between the nobles, especially the local nobles of Cumberland.

"You know, that's right, I received an invitation from Locke Manor to attend the canonization ceremony of the new Baron, and I will renew my allegiance to the Baron at the Manor." The ram nobleman sat comfortably near the stove, and he took off his boots with the help of the maid, at this time ordinary people were not in the habit of wearing socks, and even the low-ranking nobles only wrapped coarse linen around their feet to keep warm.

"Is there a new baron? I remember that Lord James had just become a baron? The waitress knelt down and took off her boots for the nobleman curiously, and the ram nobleman could see her deep ditch from this angle.

"When did you hear from you, Lord James is dead, and some say his brother killed him." At this time, a nobleman sitting in the opposite corner turned his head and said, he was wearing a coat of arms embroidered with a sun motif.

"What the hell is going on?" The ram nobleman asked, puzzled, and stretched his foot closer to the stove, the warmth of the flame that made him feel like his almost frozen paralyzed foot regained consciousness.

"It's a civil war, a civil war in the Locke family, I don't know how to make it, Bruce Jr. angered his brother, and then Lord James gathered the soldiers of the Crown Territory to attack Glinton, who knew but failed and was captured." The nobleman, embroidered with the sun, simply came to the ram nobleman with his wine glass, and the two began to talk to each other, while the waitress saw that she had nothing to do, and left to attend to other things.

"Little Bruce? I remember him just being the lord of that penal colony in Grington. At this time, another nobleman also came up, and he asked, standing by the table with a wine glass.

"That's right, three hundred soldiers, including a dozen knights, didn't even capture Glinton." The nobleman with the sun pattern stretched out his hand and said to the two nobles with three fingers.

"It's impossible, it's incredible." The words of the Sun nobles attracted more and more attention from the others, and they all gathered around to talk about this civil war of the Locke family.

"That's right, but that's what happened." The Sun Nobles looked at the people around and said with some pride.

"Your wine." At this time, the waitress brought a warm flask and placed it on the wooden table of the ram noble.

"And then? How did James die? The Ram Nobleman hurriedly picked up the wine jug, filled the Sun Nobleman's empty wine glass, and then poured himself wine.

"Well, after James was captured, Bruce demanded that he pay a ransom, and this matter was handled by Sir Wayne." The Sun Nobleman took a sip of his warm beer in satisfaction, and he continued to speak to the nobles and the travelers who craned their necks to listen.

"It's in line with the rules." The ram nobles nodded, even if the nobles lost the battle and were captured, as long as the family paid the ransom, there was no danger to their lives.

"And this matter is mediated by Lord Duke Bemessi, who is a guest in Locke Manor."

"I've heard about it, too."

"That's right." The nobles nodded one after another, and as the ruler of the Duchy of Bemesi, the nobles were well aware of the duke's every move.

"Originally, things went well, the people of Locke Manor paid the ransom, and Bruce also released James, but when James returned to the manor, something happened." The Sun Nobleman shook his head and said to the others.

"What's the matter?" His pause aroused everyone's desire to listen, and they all leaned over and asked urgently.

"James vomited blood and died before he could set foot in Locke Manor, so there are many people who privately say that it was Bruce who had poisoned the poor baron when he was holding James." The Sun Nobleman pretended to be mysterious and said to the others.

"Hmm, is that possible?" The nobles frowned when they heard this, this kind of rumor is very serious, if it turns out that Bruce killed his brother, then he is a kin-lover, and there will be two kin-lovers in the land of Cumberland.

"Shameful." Suddenly, the wooden table was hit by a fist and made a sound, which startled the nobles who were deep in thought, and everyone saw that it was a ram nobleman and said angrily.

"Ahem, in fact, this is a rumor, after all, even the Duke has not responded." The nobleman dressed in the sun-patterned clothes, seeing that he had aroused the anger of the ram noble, hurriedly left the wooden table with his wine glass, while the other people who had no excitement to listen to gradually dispersed.

The ram nobleman turned his face to the furnace and stared at the leaping flames, but his heart was like a storm, his territory was far away from Locke Manor, so when James gathered his soldiers, he didn't know about it.

But a baron was poisoned by his younger brother, which was a very serious matter for the vassals, originally he thought that James was sick or died unexpectedly, so that a new baron took office, but he didn't expect such a terrible thing to happen.

"The knights of Raglan follow the old proverbs and faithfully fulfill the duties of their vassals, but should I serve a vassal who violates justice and goodness?" The ram nobleman from Raglan was full of doubts, and he drank the wine from his cup with some anxiety.

Bruce was now walking in the hall of the manor, where the servants had been renovated, and the vassals and nobles of the barony had come one after another, and Sir Wayne was a capable assistant, he was familiar with the vassals, so he arranged the guests into the guest rooms of the manor.

"Lord Baron." Sir Wayne walked into the hall, and when he saw Bruce standing there, he stepped forward to greet him.

"Sir Wayne, I'm not a baron yet!" Bruce turned, he was dressed in aristocratic service, and the bright clothes added a lot of majesty to him.

"Of course you are, rest assured, this kind of canonization ceremony is usually just a passing scene." Sir Wayne comforted Bruce.

"Well, I'm not nervous, I'm just a little dazed." Bruce said to Sir Wayne as he watched as several servants carried decorative sculptures into the hall.

"Dazed?" Sir Wayne asked curiously.