Bruce looked curiously at the fat man beside him, his fingers grasping the meatloaf were as thick as sausages, and the scraps of meat were stained all over his fat face, foaming at the mouth as his lips trembled.

"Hello, my name is Robinson, I have a small village as my territory, oh, the meatloaf here is so delicious." The fat man Robinson sucked his ten fingers, and he said with a happy face.

"Your name is Robinson?" Bruce thought it was funny, but he did look like a drifter when he ate.

"That's right, Lord Baron." The chubby Robinson stretched out his fat fat hand and said to Bruce, who shook his hand helplessly.

"It is an honor to sit with such a noble person as you." The chubby Lord Robinson didn't seem to despise Bruce because of his reputation, but on the contrary, he looked very respectful, which made Bruce a little curious, but only the fat lord was willing to talk to him here, and the two gradually became acquainted.

It turned out that the fat lord used to be an illegitimate child, his father was the lord of the small village, and his mother was an ordinary village woman in the village, but this ordinary village woman never worried about her life, and people said that Robinson's mother was actually the lord's lover.

"So how did you become a lord?" During the conversation with Robinson, the bastard lord did not seem to shy away from his origins, and Bruce knew that it was difficult for an illegitimate child to become an heir, and even if the lord recognized his status, the bastard would be hated by the other heirs.

"It was a shipwreck, my father and my brothers went on a pilgrimage to the holy city in the south, but they were met with a terrible storm on the way." Lord Robinson munched on the ham and said to Bruce.

"That's true." Bruce looked at Lord Robinson with no sadness on his face, and he really didn't know whether to mourn for him or rejoice for him.

"That's God's will, isn't it?" But Lord Robinson shrugged his shoulders and said to Bruce.

Bruce's subordinates were not allowed to participate in the banquets of the nobles, and they could only eat in the lord's kitchen at the side entrance of the hall, which was almost a small courtroom despite being a kitchen.

"I wonder what happened to the Baron?" Stukov sat behind a wooden table, and across from him sat Edward and Anne.

"This still needs to be asked, of course it's a lot of food and drink." Edward, however, was content to enjoy the food and wine, even the wine prepared for his retinue, which was a good ale.

"Hahahaha." Suddenly, there was a burst of laughter, and Stukov and Edward turned their heads to look, only to see several strong warriors sitting opposite, sneering at Edward and the others while drinking wine.

"Hey, we're not juggling clowns, why are you smiling at us?" Stukov said angrily.

"Aren't you the retinue of the overindulgent baron? Tell us how your master was romantic. Instead of flinching, the warriors burst into laughter.

As Bruce watched the staggered aristocrats in the hall, with only a pig arching food by his side, he gradually felt a little bored.

"Lord Baron, why don't you eat some, is the food not delicious?" Lord Robinson looked up from the table full of food, and he said to Bruce in confusion.

"I~~." Just as Bruce was about to speak, there was a noise from the side door, which grew louder and louder, and overpowered the noise of the nobles in the hall.

"What's wrong?" The noise even caught the attention of the Duke of Bemessi, who looked over and asked the attendants who were serving beside him.

The attendant hurriedly bowed to the duke and ran over, and after a while, the attendant had a blue nose and swollen face, and fled from the direction of the lord's kitchen in embarrassment, which made the nobles very curious.

"I'm sorry Lord Duke, but it's the entourage of several adults in the kitchen who is fighting." The squire covered his eyes, grinned and limped to the duke, and reported to the duke.

When the Duke's knight rushed into the kitchen, he tried to pull away the entourage, only to see the kitchen lady screaming in alarm, wooden plates and spoons flying everywhere, and one of the knights who rushed in was hit in the head by a crockpot, and the crockpot shattered into many pieces with a clatter.

"Tell me, why the hell are you fighting?" Duke Bermessi looked at the entourage who was brought to him, and they looked embarrassed one by one, which made the Duke couldn't help frowning.

"We didn't do it first." At this moment, a warrior with brown-black hair and a leather armor spoke to the duke and vassals.

"Who is that who dares to fight in the Duke's castle?" The palace minister standing next to the duke scolded loudly.

Several brawling warriors looked at Stukov, Edward, Eve and others, judging from the state of several people, these warriors suffered a loss, not to mention that Edward was an agile swordsman, even Stukov was an old gangster who had been in the market for many years, and Eve was an excellent hunter who fought with wild beasts in the forest.

"Where's Annie?" At this moment, Bruce strode out, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he asked his maid Anne.

"Baron Bruce?" The other vassals looked at Bruce in surprise, they didn't know who Bruce was talking about, why was the baron so nervous?

"Lord Baron." Before Bruce's words could be finished, Anne was timidly carried out by two knights, her face still stained with flour.

"Annie." Bruce walked up to the two knights, the two knights looked at each other as soon as Bruce came over, Bruce was holding the title of baron, in front of the duke and many vassals, the two knights had to let go of their hands and bow slightly to Bruce.

"Are you alright?" Bruce patted the dust and flour on Anne's body, and when the brawl broke out, she quickly hid under the wooden table, but even then it was inevitably affected.

"Lord Baron Bruce, we've made it clear, it's your men who do it first." Duke Bermessi's court minister, after questioning the people involved in the brawl, targeted Bruce's man, and he said loudly.

"Oh?" Bruce checked Anne and saw that there were no wounds on her body, and he was relieved that when he traveled to this era, he had always been by his side with this little maid, and it can be said that Bruce was his only relative except for his cheap father who was never masked, and his brother James who wanted to kill him.