Jeffrey's words Bruce didn't have a special feeling, on the one hand, his soul came from the afterlife, and he didn't have any special feelings about bloodlines, and on the other hand, Bruce didn't understand the meaning of Jeffrey's words at all.

However, Stukov and the others were originally natives who grew up in this world, and the sensitivity of the bloodline made them immediately understand that Jeffrey was revealing that Erus did not have the blood of the Locke family, how could a person without the blood of the Locke family be a baron?

"Damn Jeffrey, you dare to slander Lord Baron." Stukov interrupted Jeffrey's gibberish with a snap, and he clenched the dagger in his hand and stepped forward to grab Jeffrey.

"Wait a minute." Bruce looked at Jeffrey as he walked to the window, and he suddenly felt that this scene was familiar, like the scenes that later generations often watched in movies and television where characters were cornered.

"Hahaha, you should never try to catch Jeffrey, Bruce I curse your soul to hell." Jeffrey laughed maniacally, then he cursed Bruce, and jumped out of the window the moment Stukov stepped forward, and a terrible sound pierced the sky above the tower, and Stukov and the others hurriedly ran to the window.

"Peng." After a while, there was a loud bang on the ground, and Stukov and the others saw Jeffrey fall into a puddle of flesh under the tower by the window.

"What a coward." Shield Splitter Danny said disdainfully, he looked down on the suicidal warrior.

The people under the tower let out an exclamation, and they gathered around to watch, Sir Wayne and the others nervously thought that Bruce and the others had an accident, but when the nobles of Jeffrey recognized that it was Jeffrey the Philharmonic who fell to his death, the soldiers of Bruce let out a roaring cheer.

"Victory, we victory." Greenton's soldiers cheered loudly with their weapons in their hands, unaware of what was happening inside the tower, but Jeffrey's death meant a complete victory for Bruce.

"I didn't expect to win." Sir Wallace looked at the soldiers cheering around Jeffrey's corpse, and he had a sense of unreality, he had responded to Bruce's call order, but he was only following the obligation of vassal, and he was even ready to be killed or captured.

"I didn't expect that." Little Byron's eyes inadvertently showed a different color, as a speculator there was nothing happier for him than at this time, like a good deal that had already been made at a loss, but suddenly found that the goods that were thought to be losing money would make three or four times the price.

Jeffrey's nobles cared about their families, but luckily the soldiers found them in the cellars of the main tower, and no one was harmed except for a little fright. Greenton's soldiers soon took over the castle's defenses, and the captured Jeffrey's soldiers were imprisoned, but what to do with Jeffrey's body became a problem.

"The kinsman is a terrible sin, he is simply the scum of the nobility, and we should hang up his corpse so that the world can see this stinking and sinful corpse." Byron Jr. suggested to Bruce.

They were now sitting in the hall of Jeffrey's main tower of the castle, the original owner wrapped in a worn-out shroud of sorrow, discarded in the stable like a pile of rotten straw, and his enemy sitting in the hall of the lord's lord.

Bruce sat on the throne of the lord, Jeffrey's castle was much more generous than his name baron, even the chair was made of fine oak, the legs of the chair were deliberately carved to resemble the legs of a lion, the pattern on the armrests had been blurred, and the hollow pattern on the back of the chair belonged to the Jeffrey family.

"We have defeated him, Jeffrey's crimes have been punished with death, his soul will be justly judged by death, and we should not continue to insult his body." Sir Wallace objected, and he stood up and spoke aloud, his voice echoing through the hall.

Jeffrey's nobles stood silently between the columns, although they abandoned the darkness at the last moment, but in the eyes of Glynton and Bruce's vassals, they were actually only a little away from being captured, and the nobles were also very intuitive not to say a word, even if some people felt that Jeffrey's punishment for hanging the corpse was too severe, but at this time, no one dared to speak up when they were not protected.

"Nobles, what do you think?" Bruce rested his elbow on the armrest, and he held his chin and asked the silent nobles.

"Uh, this?" The nobles were taken aback by Bruce's sudden question, and they had no idea that Bruce would ask about them.

"Jeffrey is your old lord after all, don't you have any ideas?" Bruce asked as he watched the nobles look at them.

"Jeffrey is greedy and selfish, what he does has long been notorious among the aristocracy, and we are also coerced by him~~." The nobles didn't know if Bruce was trying to test them or if he really wanted to ask them, so they had to weigh the words.

"Yes, I see." Bruce interrupted the nobles, it seems that these nobles are afraid that they are testing them, but this also shows that the nobles still have some friendship for the old lords, in this era people always recognize the old things, with a little nostalgia, even if Jeffrey imprisons the nobles' families, they are afraid that it will be difficult for them to immediately forget the past feelings.

To the surprise of his vassals and retainers, Bruce did not hang Jeffrey's body on the castle to humiliate him, but instead ordered the local priest to give Jeffrey a simple funeral for him to bury with dignity.

"What a merciful act." Sir Wallace said in admiration.

"But I fear that your generosity, Lord Baron, will be seen as weakness by others." Little Byron said as he stood behind Bruce, staring at his back.

"I don't care what other people think, and I don't have to embarrass a dead person." Bross placed his wine glass on the wall, and he leaned against the battlements to watch Jeffrey's funeral in the grove cemetery outside the castle.

"But that's fine, Jeffrey's family shouldn't have any complaints!" Byron Jr. shrugged his shoulders, believing that Bruce had done something to avoid angering Jeffrey's family.

"I don't care about that." Bruce turned around with a smile and said to little Byron.

Bruce really didn't care what the Jeffrey family thought, and as soon as he took Jeffrey's territory, he gathered the nobles in the castle and ordered them to swear allegiance to him.

"You're going to be just me from today onwards, Bruce. Baron Locke, a master, you will fulfill your obligations as vassals, pay me taxes, and send troops to war for me, while I will fulfill my duties as a vassal to keep you and your families safe and acknowledged your dominion over your own realm. Bruce stood in front of the throne, clubbed the Sword of the Brave in front of him, and said to the nobles in front of him.

"We are willing to pledge our allegiance to Lord Baron, offering our loyalty and our sword." The nobles hurriedly knelt down on one knee and swore to Bruce.

"Very well, I declare the merger of the two realms into one, and henceforth this place will be known to the world as Great Greenton." Bruce officially announced the merger of the two adjacent territories, calling it Greater Greenton.

"Big Greenton?" Everyone was surprised, but no one objected, and there were Glinton soldiers and vassal armies with sharp blades outside.

Bruce looked at the nobles who were loyal to him with satisfaction, and he looked at his vassals, and little Byron's heart couldn't help beating violently, he knew that Bruce would definitely give them a reward.

"This time, thanks to the help of Sir Wallace and Lord Byron the Younger, I will pay you a sum of money as a gift." Bruce said to Byron Jr. and Sir Wallace.

Sir Wallace thanked Bruce, and little Byron was disappointed, he had expected Bruce to give him land, but he didn't expect to pay just a sum of money.

"Tsk, what a stingy feudal lord." Little Byron scolded himself, but he still joined Sir Wallace in kneeling on one knee to thank Bruce.