In the dimly lit burial chamber, only candles on the stilted iron frame were lit, and among the rows of stone coffins lay the barons of the Locke family, and in front of the latest sarcophagus, Sir Wayne knelt in front of the sarcophagus, his hands clasped in prayer.

"Sir, you've been here for two days." The Duke of Bemessy walked in from outside the cemetery, and he couldn't help but say as Sir Wayne knelt in front of James's sarcophagus.

However, as if he had not heard, Sir Wayne remained motionless in his prayers, nor did he answer the Duke of Bemessy.

Duke Bemessi sighed, Sir Wayne's loyalty to the Locke family had aroused a certain level of compassion in him, but as a ruler of the entire duchy, he knew that he could not have any personal feelings.

"I was stupid, I should have let James leave Glinton sooner." Sir Wayne said at this time that he had spent two days and two nights in regret and remorse, and as the guardian knight of the Locke family, he believed that he had failed the Locke family and failed to protect the baron.

"No one can guard against this, James has been in Grington for so long, if you want to kill him, there must be many ways for the other side to do it." The Duke of Bemessey walked past Sir Wayne, and he looked at the relief of James on the sarcophagus, which was carved from the lid of a single coffin, and James wore armor and placed a sword on his body, looking like a majestic warrior.

"That's right." Sir Wayne lifted his head from his hands, and the Duke's words reminded him.

"It's a pity, James could have been my important retainer, and the Locke family could have been revived in his hands." Duke Bemessi put his hand on the sarcophagus, the cold marble coffin lid, and he said with a feigned emotion.

"What do you think, Lord Duke?" Sir Wayne asked Duke Bemessi.

"Well, the inheritance law of the Locke family is the direct blood inheritance law, James is not married and has no children, then the title of baron will automatically fall on James's head." The Duke of Bemessi stood in front of the window in the tomb, the only place where the faint light shone through, and he looked away from the light as if he were hiding in the shadows.

"That's right, Bruce is already a legitimate baron." Sir Wayne stood up with the sarcophagus in his hands, and he nodded.

"A baron who killed his own brother is something that the nobles will not recognize." Duke Bermessi thrust his waist in, and he deliberately provoked Sir Wayne to speak.

"Won't the nobles admit it?" Sir Wayne looked thoughtfully at the Duke and asked him rhetorically.

Although the nobles showed benevolence and morality on the surface, in fact, in the face of inheritance, wealth and land, not to mention killing their own brothers, even their parents were at the mercy of their parents. But Duke Bermessi gave Sir Wayne a pretext that could make Sir Wayne an opportunity to usurp the baronial title, and now after James' death, the de facto ruler of Locke's estate and land is Sir Wayne, who holds military power.

"Sir Wayne, you are a great and noble knight, and if you can revive the Locke family, I believe James will be grateful to you in heaven." The Duke of Bemessey walked up behind Sir Wayne, put his hand on Sir Wayne's shoulder, and continued to persuade him.

"Lord Duke, why don't I understand what you mean?" Sir Wayne frowned and asked Duke Bermosey.

"Well, I'm not going to beat around the bush anymore, Sir Wayne, you are a smart man, although I have a lot of power and strength as the Duke of Bemessi, but I need a strong vassal to help me achieve greater long-term plans and goals, I believe you can be this person, how about we go and destroy Bruce, I will personally put the Baron's crown on your head." Duke Bemothy approached Sir Wayne and whispered in his ear.

At this time, Bruce faced four of Jeffrey's militiamen with a sharp sword in hand, and these militiamen held the spears in their hands, pointed the tip of the spear at Bruce, and made an offensive gesture.

"You're the ones who attacked the villagers, you don't look like robbers!" Bruce pointed his sword at the militiamen, and he looked at the equipment of these people, although the equipment of these militia was very rudimentary, but it was surprisingly consistent, and the coarse linen clothes on their bodies were also the same dye, a phenomenon that only people from the same territory can appear, and it is by no means the bandits from all over the world.

"That's a lot of nonsense, if you don't catch him quickly, Lord Phoebe will be angry." The militiamen raised their spears and rushed towards Bruce, who quickly took a step back and parried with his sword, and the two sides quickly became entangled and fought.

"It's tricky." Phoebe, who was watching the battle from behind the bushes, watched Bruce fight with the militiamen, he didn't expect that Bruce was looking for a big tree while fighting, and facing the militia with his back against the big tree, so that Bruce only had to deal with the enemy in one direction.

"I could shoot him." The archer beside him said to Phoebe.

It is very difficult to train archers in a territory, so generals generally like to keep archers by their side, and the treatment of a good archer can even be compared to that of a low-ranking nobleman.

"Can it be done?" Phoebe touched her chin and asked the archer.

"No problem." The archer smiled and nodded, he was the best archer in Jeffrey's territory.

The archer stooped and ran forward, and he came to a large tree from which he could see Bruce fighting, so he pointed his bow and arrow at Bruce.

"Squeak~~, whoosh." The archer pulled the bowstring open, released his fingers as he took aim, the bowstring snapped, and the arrow untied and flew towards Bruce.

"Oh." Bruce heard the sound of the bowstring, and he looked in the direction of the sound in horror, and the moment the arrow flew towards him, he heard another whoosh, and another arrow flew from the other side, hitting the arrow that was fired at Bruce.

"Doh." The two arrows collided and landed on the grass in front of Bruce.

"Master Bruce, are you alright?" At this time, Eve rushed out, and she ran with her bow, and just as Jeffrey's archer drew another arrow and was about to shoot at Bruce again, Eve spotted him and quickly took the arrow with her bow.

"Ah~." The arrow landed in the archer's palm, nailing him to the tree, and the archer let out a scream.

At this time, the others also rushed over, Shield Splitter Danny holding a battle axe like a wild boar, Edward pulling out a thick linen cloth unhurriedly, and Stukov holding a dagger in his back, swept the surrounding militia fiercely.

"Why is it so slow?" Bruce grumbled with a frown.

"Who made you run so fast, in the forest that is so easy to find you." Edward replied to Bruce's complaints,

"Forget it, I'm tired, it's time for you to play." Bruce wasn't angry, the corners of his mouth turned up, he walked behind a few people, found a rock, patted the dust and sat down.

"What if they have reinforcements?" Jeffrey's militiamen said with some cringe when they saw the new men.

"Don't be afraid, there are more of us."

"Come on, do you want to be a trapeze from Lord Jeffrey's walls?" Deeply fearful of Jeffrey's cruelty, the militiamen mustered up the courage to clench their spears and walked side by side towards Danny and the others.

"I didn't expect it, it's quite kind." Stukov sneered and said to the group of militiamen.

"Let me come, they all belong to me, don't rob anyone." Shield Splitter Danny said to the others, holding the wooden shield and battle axe.

"Please!" Stukov shrugged his shoulders, retracted the dagger into his sleeve, and made an inviting gesture to Shield Splitter.

Splitting Shield Danny laughed, he strode towards the group of militiamen, like a half-cut iron tower, extremely oppressive to the militiamen, looking at Splitting Shield Danny who walked over, those militiamen with spears retreated several steps.

"Don't be afraid, I'll treat you well." Shield Splitter Danny smiled at the militiamen, and he slammed his tomahawk against the edge of the wooden shield with a loud sound.