Although the banquet was very lively, Bruce knew that he must not be careless, he killed Todd and defeated the soldiers sent by James, and his brother would never let him go.

"Didn't Sir Wayne promise not to bring troops here?" Edward listened to Bruce's concern and said disapprovingly.

"Sir Wayne may not, but aren't the knights of the faction different?" Bruce said disapprerovingly, he didn't pay attention to that kind of oath in the first place, not to mention that Sir Wayne's oath was buggy.

Of course, Bruce will not sit back and wait for the enemy to come to the door, this time he has to prepare himself well, and the first thing that comes to mind is to build fortifications, but on the one hand, the construction of fortifications is slow, on the other hand, there is a lack of resources, the wooden stockade is too poorly defended, and there is no quarry in Grinton, a stone castle.

"Let's go to the diocese again." Bruce addressed Edward, Eve, Mavis, and Anne, among others.

"To the diocese?" Several people were surprised when they heard Bruce's words, they didn't know where to go and what to do.

However, Bruce no longer explained, he knew that there was a man there who had to be hired, and that man who knew how to sail was the only one who could help Bruce strengthen the defense of the territory.

Early the next morning, Bruce led the four of them on the road, because the road was already familiar, Bruce and the others soon entered the bishopric, which was still prosperous, and the travelers and worshippers crowded into the town, because the last time Bruce was with the countess, the guards saw that Bruce's flag did not stop them.

"I'm going to find a place for everyone to live." Returning to the bishopric town of Edward, he volunteered to tell everyone.

"Don't worry, Edward will help us find a villain first, I have something to ask them." Bruce gave Edward a task, and Edward was a little confused when he heard about it.

"Looking for a villain, why is that, my lord?" Edward didn't understand, and he had a little trouble with the villains of the bishopric, but Bruce didn't let him talk nonsense and let the huntress Eve go with him, and Edward had to look around the streets.

On the corner of the street a dirty thug leaned against the wall, he yawned boredly, showing a mouthful of rotten teeth, and he held a short stick in his hand, don't underestimate this short stick, but it was filled with lead, and it was the best weapon for street fighting.

"Hey." But when the thug turned his head, he saw Edward smiling at him and waving his hand.

"What's the matter with you?" The thug frowned and looked at Edward, he swept the short stick in his hand, and said viciously to Edward.

"My lord has something to ask you." Edward said with a grin.

"you, sir." The thug spat on the ground and said with a disdainful expression.

Edward didn't say anything, just smiled and shrugged his shoulders, he turned to the side, and the huntress Eve came over with the joints of her fists in both hands, and the joints of the fists made a crackling sound.

Bruce found the inn and settled down on the second floor, where Mavis and Anne sat by the window and watched happily the people on the street, always to the delight of the girls when they went out.

"Peng." The wooden door of the guest room opened, and a bruised thug was thrown into the humble room, and Bruce sat on the wooden bench and watched the man thrown at his feet.

"My lord, the little gangster you want~~." Edward triumphantly walked in and gave Bruce a court salute, but halfway through the salute, he was pushed aside by the huntress behind him.

"Yes, that's good." Bruce looked down at the little thug who was beaten into panda eyes, nodded in satisfaction.

"Hmm, what the hell are you going to do?" The inarticulate thug looked up to see the aristocratic Bruce, and he stole a glance at Eve from the floor, the strong woman punching fast and hard.

"I want to ask your head, where is Stukov?" Bruce asked the thugs.

In the dark, damp cell, a dirty hand picked up a stone and scratched a white mark on the stained wall, making a rattling sound as he moved the shackles.

"Oh, Lord God, please forgive me, save me!" A miserable voice came from below, and the man with the stone looked over to see an A4 paper-sized iron fence on the floor in the center of the cell, and a pair of hands sticking out of it begging.

"Dungeon, damn it." The man looked at the hole that only left him to breathe, and he unconsciously moved back, trying to get as far away as possible from the hole, the dungeon was a special cell that could only accommodate one adult, and in it the person could not stand on his own at all, and there was no way to lie down, and the prisoner would gradually be tortured to death in the damp dungeon full of bed bugs.

"Bang dang." Suddenly, a voice sounded, it was the sound of the iron door of the cell opening, and the man hurriedly stepped forward, and the sudden light made him squint his eyes, only to find that one of his eyes was blind and had a strange white glow.

"Strange Eyes Someone came to see you." The jailer lifted his belt, always drinking beer that made him have a big belly, and he shouted into the cell.

"Will anyone come and see me?" It was none other than Stukov who was kept in the cell, and his nickname was "Strange Eye".

Bruce walked into the cell, a musty stench rushing to his nose, he frowned but didn't stop, there were some terrible torture instruments in the cell, it seemed that even the bishopric was an indispensable tool of violence.

"Is that you?" Stukov saw Bruce appear in front of him, the young lord had tried to hire him, but he proudly refused, and now they appeared in this place.

"Dear Captain, what's wrong with you?" Bruce looked at Stukov, who was locked in a cell and looked a little embarrassed, and said with the corners of his mouth slightly upturned.

"It's just a normal thing to be in a cell." Stukov moved away from the iron bar, somewhat sure that the little nobleman had come to see him for a joke.

"I heard they're going to hang you tomorrow." Bruce tilted his head to look at the strange eyes and said to him.

"What? No way, I'm just drunk and fighting, how can I be sentenced to hanging? Stukov quickly stood up, he didn't believe Bruce's words, thinking he was bluffing.

"That's right, the guy you beat is dead." Bruce looked at Stukov with amusement, the captain who was locked in a cell but still trying to maintain his dignity, like a drowning grasshopper struggling desperately.

"Even if I kill someone, I will pay compensation, and I am even willing to buy a forgiveness coupon from the church." Stukov leaned his face to the bars and said to Bruce, probably because he didn't brush his teeth, and the smell of Stukov made Bruce take a step back.

Bruce smacked his mouth, he shook his head and looked at Stukov with pitiful eyes, deciding to snuff out his last shred of hope.

"You killed a nobleman, a nobleman who came here to worship." Bruce said to Stukov.

"What, noble? How could it be, that kid didn't look like a nobleman at all. Stukov was taken aback, he had drunk too much that day, and he only remembered molesting a beautiful woman next to a guest, and then a conflict broke out, and he smashed the other person's head with a wine jar in a fit of rage, but he swore that it was just a wine jar, and that it was impossible to kill anyone.

"That's right, you killed the Harrison family, and now the bishop has decided to hang you so that he can give the Harrison family an account." Bruce said to Stukov.

Although the Harrison family was only a class of gentry, the lowest class of nobles, they were still nobles, and the death of a nobleman by a commoner was a very serious crime under feudal law.

"Damn it?" Stukov was completely devastated, he sat on the ground and didn't know what to do, he didn't expect his luck to be so bad, and he finally gave up thinking of this.

Stukov had nothing to ask for at this point, and he asked Bruce to find a priest for him to do his deathbed confession while he was hanging.

"No, I won't do that." But Bruce shook his head and refused.