Bishop Stanley's diocese is divided into two parts: the castle is built on a hill one mile from the town, overlooking the whole town and the farmland outside the city, the bishop usually lives in the castle, and there is a stone church in the town, which is the center of the whole town.

"What a lively town." Bruce rode to the town gate and saw the stone-walled city where merchants, travelers, wanderers, and civilians were lined up to be inspected by the town guards.

"The diocese does not bear the taxes of the empire except for the taxes paid to the bishops, is not subject to the jurisdiction of other lords of the empire, and even accepts donations from the royal family and other nobles." Anne explained to Bruce.

"It's really the best of all times." Bruce smashed his mouth and said unconvinced.

"Who are you?" The guards at the gate saw Bruce and his party, they were wearing a topped iron helmet, and the edge of the helmet was hung with a chain guard, which could protect the neck and stamina, and they were wearing chain mail instead of ordinary leather armor, which showed the wealth of the parish from the equipment of the ordinary guards.

"I'm Lord Glinton, Bruce. Locke. Bruce was not afraid of the guards' scrutiny, believing that his aristocratic status was enough to make the guards jealous, and Anne hurriedly raised the flag representing Bruce in her hand.

"Nobleman, huh?" It was the parish guard who sneered, and he looked up and down at Bruce, who was dressed in ordinary clothes, and the shabby retinue behind him, accustomed to the richly dressed nobles, who thought that Bruce was just a little squire in the country.

"I'm sorry, my lord, but you have to stand in line." The other guard looked up and said lazily.

"I'm a lord, and you're going to make me stand in line?" Bruce almost thought he had misheard, and he said with some exasperation.

"I'm sorry my lord, but this is a parish, not affected by secular power." The guards refused to give way, and Bruce looked at the two arrogant-looking guards, and looked up to see the guards on the wall with bows and arrows climbing on the battlements to look down, and had to turn their horses and walk to the back of the line.

"Don't be angry with your lordship, the diocese is indeed not bound by secular laws." Anne saw Bruce with an angry face on his face and hurriedly comforted him.

"Hmph, these god sticks eat jujube pills." Bruce had a cold face, he looked at the fish-scale checkered heraldic banner hanging at the gate of the city, and said softly.

Just as Bruce was about to fall asleep in a line on horseback, he heard the roar of horses' hooves behind him, so he turned his head and saw a flag of a black spider on a red background fluttering in the air, and then a gorgeous procession appeared in people's sight.

"Who is it?" Bruce blurted out curiously.

"It's Black Widow." Anne stared at the Black Spider banner in amazement, she didn't expect Randall's Countess to visit Bishop Stanley's parish on the same day.

The countess wore a black minaret hat on her head, and the black veil hung down to cover her face, but the small veil faintly burned to make her look even more reverie, and she was wearing a long black dress, and a pair of red calfskin boots in stirrups.

The entourage following the countess was dressed in red and black squire robes, dressed in bright and clean clothes, each with their heads held high and looking arrogant, and what made Bruce even more angry was that the countess and her party were not stopped by the guards at all, and went straight into the town.

"What does this mean? The same lords, why don't they have to queue? Annoyed, Bruce kicked his heel in the crotch and the mount rushed forward, the neighing of the mount sending the other civilians scattered, and the guards clenched their spears nervously.

"That's Randall's countess, of course there's no need to stand in line." The guard looked at the angry Bruce and said with a slight stammer.

"I am the lord of Grinton, the second son of the Locke family, are you insulting the entire Locke family?" Bruce immediately reprimanded.

"The Locke family?" The guards panicked when they heard this, and they began to only hear Bruce talk about his lord of Grinton, as for the Locke family, there is a big man like Duke Bemel, if he is accused of insulting the entire Locke family, even the bishop will be afraid of three points.

"Someone from the Locke family?" The countess, who had already entered the town, heard Bruce's voice, and tightened her reins in surprise to stop, she looked back at the city gate, only to see a young nobleman riding on a horse and scolding the guards, seeing that he was dressed very plainly, if it weren't for the cloak behind him and the flag behind him, it would be impossible to determine Bruce's noble identity, and it was no wonder that the guards would stop him.

"Damn guys." Although Bruce reported his family's name, the guards still did not dare to let him in easily, because Bruce's banner was so suspicious that the family heraldic guards had never seen it before.

Just when the two sides were at a stalemate, the countess whispered a few words to the attendant beside her, and the attendant hurriedly dismounted and ran to the gate of the city.

"My lord, our hostess is willing to vouch, please let them in!" The retinue came to the town guards and spoke loudly to them.

"Oh, if it's the countess's guarantee, of course it's no problem." The guards were finally relieved, and they didn't want to provoke the Locke family.

The guards made way for Bruce and the others to enter the town, where there were three narrow streets, mostly lined with wooden houses, with various types of wooden signboards hanging on them, usually a beer glass painted in an inn, a blacksmith in a felt machine, and a weapon shop in a shield, and a bustling crowd shuttling between each other.

"Thank you, Countess." Seeing Countess Randall and her party on the side, Bruce dismounted and walked over to thank her.

"It's just a small thing." Countess Randall said to Bruce through a black veil, she seemed to smell of some kind of floral, and I don't know if there was already a perfume in this era.

"Your Countess, are you here to worship?" Bruce looked at the countess in front of him and was curious about the woman, who, according to Anne, was a widow, but even so she still had a firm grip on Randallshire, which was better than many men.

"Hey, Countess, it's time for us to go." Just as Bruce was about to say a few words, Sir Hilton dodged in front of Bruce and stopped him from continuing.

"I beg your pardon." The countess smiled, she took action to relieve Bruce from the siege, wanting to see what this Locke family member was, but after carefully observing his banner, the countess found that it was a very unfamiliar banner, so she decided that Bruce was just a nobody in the Locke family, so she didn't want to waste her words.