Sir Hilton knew that the presence of the Knights of Divine Grace meant the infiltration of the Duke's court by ecclesiastical forces, but their only enemy at the moment was the rebels entrenched in the Duchy, so he stood up from behind the wooden table.

"Your Excellency, the Duke." Sir Hilton saluted the Duke of Bemossi respectfully, and for it was during the feast, he simply raised his hand to his heart.

"Oh, the knight of Countess Randall." Duke Bermessi held the cup in his hand, and he looked at the family coat of arms on Sir Hilton's blouse, recognizing that it belonged to the Randall family.

"Yes, Lord Duke, there are so many powerful people from all over the Principality gathered here today." Sir Hilton looked around the hall, he looked at the vassals and nobles gathered together, and said to the Duke.

"That's right." The Duke of Bemessi laughed, and his vassals, counts and barons, each of whom led a force of six or seven hundred soldiers, were assembled into a large army of about five thousand men, and it was believed that soon the rebels would be hung on the gallows.

"It's just that I don't understand, why didn't the people of the Locke family be invited, aren't they vassals of the Duke, don't they want the Duke to swear allegiance?" Sir Hilton paused for a few seconds, then said to Duke Bemessi.

"Wow~~." As soon as Sir Hilton's words fell, Duke Bemessi's face was a little embarrassed, and the vassals in the hall turned their heads and ears.

The Locke family is a celebrity even in the Principality of Bemessi, they have ruled the Kraya region for generations, and they are an indispensable force for the rule of the southern territory of the Principality of Bemessy, but the vassals only found out at this time that the vassals gathered the Locke family this time and was absent, so the vassals couldn't help but think about it.

"What's the matter, why didn't the Locke family come?"

"Could it be that the Locke family is dissatisfied with the Duke's rule?"

"The rise of the rebels has weakened the Duke's power, could it be that the Locke family wants to join other forces?" The nobles whispered to each other, the hall of lords tall and empty, and the echoes buzzed like a swarm of bees, making him a little restless to hear in the ears of Duke Bermessi.

"Huh." In contrast to the uneasiness of the Duke of Bemessi, the vassals of the Duchy had their own agendas, but the Knights of Divine Grace let out a series of laughter, reclining in their seats, some touching their beards as if they were watching a farce.

"Damn." The ridicule of the religious knights quieted the vassals, and some of them cursed in a low voice, but no one dared to spit directly to their faces, on the one hand, the terrible legends of the Knights of Divine Grace, and on the other hand, the church behind them.

"Lord Duke, in fact, my mistress heard about the misunderstanding between you and the Locke family, and she is willing to become the guarantor of the Locke family, hoping to reconcile the two sides." Sir Hilton then said to the Duke.

"Is Countess Randall going to act as a guarantor?" The Duke of Bemessi was slightly surprised, not because of the guarantor, but because there were often disputes between the nobles, but if there were other neutral and reputable nobles willing to act as intermediaries, then the two sides could be reconciled.

"The Locke family is an important family in the principality, and if we can get their support, then it will be more secure to counter the rebellion." Sir Hilton said to Duke Bermessi with open hands.

"Hmm." Duke Bemessi hesitated, he supported James at the beginning, in fact, it was also to obtain the land and financial resources of the Locke family, but he didn't expect that James, who held the title of baron and had a lot of manpower and material resources, was defeated and died by his second son Bruce, which also led to the confrontation between the two sides.

"If you have the support of the Locke family at this time, it should be easier to quell the rebellion." Duke Bemessi thought to himself, but at that moment a series of shrill laughter rang out again.

"What's going on?" This time, even the Duke of Bemessi couldn't help frowning, and he saw that it was indeed a burst of laughter from among the Divine Grace Knights.

"Religious knights, what are you laughing at?" However, it was Sir Hilton who asked the question, and his beard was cocked, and he was not afraid to express his displeasure even in the face of the religious knights.

"I'm sorry, but we shouldn't have this kind of rude laughter at a banquet." At this time, one of the older knights of the Divine Grace Knights spoke up, and he had silver hair and a cold appearance.

"I accept your apologies." The Duke of Bemessi breathed a sigh of relief, he did not want to cause confrontation between the two sides at this time, so he immediately accepted the apology of the Knights of Divine Grace.

"However, in the face of such a weak opponent, Sir wants the Duke to accept an unimportant small family, doesn't Sir think it is even more inappropriate on such an occasion?" The knight of divine grace interrupted the duke before he could finish speaking.

"An unimportant little family?" Sir Hilton's face stiffened, the words of the Knights of Divine Grace were too much, no matter how you look at it, the Locke family is an important nobleman in the principality.

"That's right, an unimportant family like ants." A sneer appeared on the corner of the silver-haired Grace Knight's mouth, and Duke Bemessi's brow furrowed, he sensed the threat in the Grace Knight's words.

The words of the Charismatic Knights are not so much aimed at the Locke family, but as a warning to the Duke of Bemessi, in the eyes of the church behind the Charismatic Knights, whether it is the king or the duke, they are just insignificant pawns, and the local baron is of course an ant-like existence.

"I agreed, as long as the barons of the Locke family come here and renew their allegiance to me, the past will not be pursued." Duke Bermessi felt a rush of anger in his chest, like a drum, and he glanced angrily at the knights of Shen's grace, and then announced loudly.

"Thank you, Lord Duke, I believe that under Lord Duke's leadership, we will surely lead to victory." Sir Hilton immediately walked out of the banquet, and he knelt down on one knee and said to the Duke, a sonorous voice echoing through the hall.

"There will be victory, victory, victory." The vassals also stood up, raised their fists and shouted loudly, as if the nobles could tear down the roof.

"Hey." The silver-haired Divine Grace Knight smiled contemptuously, and he sat down again, his colleagues looking coldly at the vassals and dukes.

"It looks like the duke hasn't learned his lesson yet." The Knights of Divine Grace muttered to themselves.

"Only the Lord God can save you, and you must not think of relying on force, for victory is a gift from God!" As soon as the voices of the vassals fell, the charismatic knights read a prayer, but it was so piercing to the ears of the duke and the vassals.