The carriage of the Duke of Bemessi was bright red, but decorated with gold on all sides, and two blindfolded white horses were led by knights in full armor on all sides of the carriage, while the mighty servants followed the duke's carriage.

"The Locke family is very honored to have the Duke visit~~." James crossed his legs and bowed deeply, his hands in courtly courtesy.

"Gray Law~~." The coachman reined in the reins of the horses, and the two horses neighed and stopped, just at the gate of the manor.

From behind the carriage the two squires hurriedly ran forward, they carried a small wooden ladder under the carriage, the coachman jumped down and opened the red-painted door, James's throat slid a little, this pomp was definitely not what a baron like him could imagine.

"Deng, Deng, Deng." A hand full of rings grabbed the doorknob, and a pair of sturdy legs stepped down the wooden ladder.

A middle-aged man with reddish-brown hair walked down, he had a pair of blue eyes like nimble, a nose as high as an eagle's hook, and a scar on the left cheek, which gave the man an indescribable sense of cunning.

"Your Excellency, the Duke." James' head was lowered, and all he could see was the Duke's leather boots and the underside of his red cloak.

"I really don't want to leave the castle, it's too remote." Suddenly, a woman's soft voice sounded from the carriage, but it kept complaining.

"This is a baron's estate, and we'll be well entertained here." The Duke of Bemessi turned and stretched out his hand, and a pair of woman's white hands came out of the carriage and rested on the back of the duke's hand, and then a richly dressed woman walked down with a fan covering half of her face.

"Believe me, Your Honourable Duke and the beautiful Duchess, you will be treated with the best." James hurriedly took a few steps forward and said to Duke Bemessi with a smile.

"Giggles, he calls me Duchess." The woman laughed like a silver bell under the fan, and said with a trembling branch.

"Lord James, Lord James." Sir Wayne hurriedly tugged at the corner of James' coat and motioned for him to come over, and James was a little puzzled.

"What's wrong?" James frowned, turned to Sir Wayne, he didn't want to make a fool of himself at such a critical moment.

"This is not the Duke's wife." Sir Wayne said hurriedly.

"Huh?" James was taken aback when he heard this, he only saw the duke in a hurry at the ordination ceremony, and the duchess did not appear at that time, and looking at the woman who appeared in the same carriage as the duke, he subconsciously thought it was the duchess.

"The old woman is sick." The Duke of Bemessi pursed his lips, touched his beautiful brown beard, and said without hesitation.

"Oh my God, my dear Duke, I don't know how you could tolerate that woman for so long." The woman next to the duke held his arm, leaning on the duke's body tightly, she put away her fan, revealing a gorgeous face, green eyes as if it would hook people, fair skin, slender neck like a swan, plump chest, slender waist, so that James couldn't help but swallow saliva.

"Hmph, if it weren't for my father's decision, would I have agreed?" Duke Bermessi said in disgust.

"Your Excellency, I have prepared a warm fireplace and delicious food, and I am sure you need a rest after a long journey." James finally withdrew his gaze from the woman, and remembered that his father had told him that the Duke of Bemessi's wife was ten years older than him, and it was no wonder that his old wife was unattractive to the middle-aged duke.

"Thank you for your hospitality." The Duke of Bemessi nodded appreciatively, and walked into Locke Manor with his beautiful female companion.

When the duke's servants entered the manor one after another, Sir Wayne hurriedly grabbed one of the servants and asked him about the woman beside the duke, and after paying three silver pesos, the servant told Sir Wayne.

"This is a noble lady we met when we passed through the town of Tsubaki, she encountered a robber who had lost her guard and belongings, and the Duke was kind enough to walk with her." The servant said to Sir Wayne.

"She doesn't look like a nobleman." However, Sir Wayne felt that things were a little strange, but at this time James was warmly entertaining the Duke and his female companion, if Sir Wayne expressed his doubts, I am afraid that it would annoy James, and it would also cause the Duke to be unhappy, so Sir Wayne had to suppress the doubts in his heart.

While James was warmly entertaining the Duke and his female companion, Bruce was preparing his original cement, the water was poured bucket by bucket, several serfs picked up shovels and stirred hard, grinding fine volcanic ash and clay mixed together, although it was more laborious to use manpower, but thanks to the food provided by Bruce, the serfs were still very energetic.

"Now you can pour pebbles in." Bruce had been observing the mixing tank, a pit dug in the ground, and the ratio of volcanic ash to clay was still being adjusted, and after some adjustments, Bruce finally figured out the best ratio between them, and then asked the serfs to put the pebbles in.

"Bang la la la~~." The pebbles were poured into the mixing pool, and the serfs intensified their stirring, and gradually the volcanic ash, clay and pebbles were mixed together.

Bruce then ordered the serfs to fill the viscous mixture in wooden barrels, then stepped on a wooden ladder to the wooden wall, and poured the original cement into it one by one.

"Whoa~." This primitive cement mixed with cobblestones filled the wooden walls, and Eve and the others didn't understand what Bruce was going to do, was this so-called cement, which looked soft, really stronger than the stone walls? They were all skeptical, and even Elder Warren frowned.

"Fill, fill it all." But Bruce didn't care, he kept ordering the serfs to speed up the watering, because he was a little unsure of the time when the cement would dry and harden, but after a period of observation, Bruce breathed a sigh of relief.

This primitive cement dries and hardens much more slowly than the cement of later generations, which allows Bruce to have plenty of time to water, and it is difficult to do it by hand without machines, after all, it will be a little slower in time.

"Your Excellency, you're all filled." After a whole day of pouring, twenty tired and panting serfs finally filled the wooden wall thirteen meters long and two meters high.

"Very well, the rest depends on the wind and air." Bruce looked at the wooden wall, which looked a bit like a matchbox, all filled with raw cement.

"My lord, what's the use of this?" Stukov shook his dusty hands and asked Bruce.

"We'll see the results early tomorrow morning!" Bruce knew that it was useless to explain to these people now, he crossed his waist and looked at the wall of the first section, some chemical reaction was going on in the wooden wall, and the magical scene would be revealed the next day, and Bruce even looked a little expecting everyone's surprised expressions.