Just as Bruce raised his right hand, there was a sudden sound of the wooden door of the main tower, as if someone had opened the wooden bolt from inside, and then the door creaked open a gap.

"What's going on?" The people outside the main tower were amazed, could it be that the people inside the tower were ready to surrender?

Sure enough, from inside came an old servant holding a white cloth, his old legs moving, his bent back like a lobster, and some pink sarcomas on his face, which swayed slightly as he walked.

"Stop, who are you?" Bruce's soldiers immediately stopped the old servant and pointed their spears at him and asked.

"Uh, you, what did you say?" The old servant turned his ear to the soldier, his white eyebrows moved, and he spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Who are you?" The soldier said again and loudly, impatiently.

"I, oh, I'm Lord Jeffrey's servant." The old servant listened to the soldier's words with difficulty, and then nodded and said.

"Ask him if he's here to surrender?" Sir Wayne looked at the white flag and said to the soldiers.

"No, I'm here to deliver a message, Lord Lord said that your lord must enter the tower himself, he wants to talk face to face, or Lord Lord will execute everyone in the tower." The old servant said tremblingly.

"What?" This was not only Bruce and the others surprised, but even Jeffrey's nobles were shocked, Jeffrey actually wanted to execute all the people in the tower, and most of them were the families of Jeffrey's nobles.

"What should I do?" Looking at the flustered aristocrats, Sir Wayne frowned slightly, and he turned to Bruce and said.

"No, how can you let Lord Bruce take the risk." Stukov immediately refused, saying that Jeffrey was already a turtle in the urn, and if he had hurt Bruce with his determination to die, then their victory would be unquestionable.

"I also agree, how can you let Lord Baron be in danger at this time." Sir Wallace disagreed, they only needed to rush up now to catch Jeffrey, there was really no need to risk it.

"Lord Baron." At this moment, Jeffrey's nobles also had a premonition, and they fell on their knees in front of Bruce's horse and begged the baron to save their families.

"Ugh." Bruce's face was solemn, he looked at the nobles kneeling in front of the horses, and then at the inside of the tower gate of the black hole, which was like a monster with its mouth wide open, ready to devour everyone at any moment.

"What is your decision, Lord Baron?" The nobles, vassals, and retainers all looked at Bruce, and they were waiting for Bruce's decision.

"Isn't it just to meet?" Bruce thought for a moment, then he suddenly laughed and said to the nobles, vassals, and retainers.

"Oh, Lord Baron." When the nobles heard Bruce's words, they immediately became overjoyed, Stukov and the other retainers became nervous, and the two vassals looked at each other, with complicated expressions on their faces, and they were surprised and admired.

Bruce jumped off his horse, he glanced at the retainers around him, Stukov, Danny Splitter, and Eve walked up to him, and when the two vassals also dismounted and prepared to follow, Bruce refused.

"Too many people will make Jeffrey feel threatened, Sir Wayne, you will be in charge of the army."

After Bruce finished speaking, he led his retainers into the tower, and Sir Wayne watched Bruce and the others walk into the tower, although he was a little worried, but he could only pray in his heart for the blessing of the Lord God.

Just as Bruce and the others stepped into the tower, the battle between the Duke of Bemessy and the White Knights was also fierce, and the serf rebels kept attacking the duke's castle, even if it was a strong castle built entirely of stone, in the face of the attack of so many crazy serfs, the pressure was doubled.

"Are these serfs crazy?" The Duke of Bemessi, pale, stood at the top of the main tower, watching the attacking serfs outside the castle, and even though he was in the midst of a fortified castle surrounded by his faithful knights, he was still terrified, and he woke up from his bedroom bed countless times, as if the stinking and filthy wooden forks of the serfs were against his neck.

"Lord Duke, don't worry, our castle is very safe, and the faithful knights and soldiers will repel the enemy." The duke's courtiers hurriedly comforted him.

"Enemy, these rabble bandits, you call them enemy troops." The Duke of Bemessi said with a splash of froth, and although he was very panicked and frightened, he still did not want to admit that it was an army that besieged the castle, and if he did, would it mean that he had been defeated by a group of peasants.

"Yes, Lord Duke." The courtiers were silent, their ears listening to the clashing of weapons, the roars of soldiers, and even the wails of people before death, and the once peaceful castle became like purgatory.

"I, I see, go and call the priest of the church right away, I'm going to repent." As if using all his strength, Duke Bemessi turned slowly and said to his courtiers.

"Repentance, at this time?" The courtiers looked at the duke in surprise, they thought that the duke had summoned them to formulate a new military strategy, but they didn't expect that after a complaint, they actually wanted to find the priest of the church to confess, but although they were puzzled, the duke's order must be carried out, and they immediately sent court attendants to find the priest in the castle church.

There is a confessional room in the duke's castle, which is only about twenty square meters, but it is very well hidden, and the most faithful knights are guarded by swords outside the confessional room, and the big people in the confession room reveal their confessional sins to the main god, and no one will know except the penitent priest and the main god.

"I repent, I am guilty." The Duke of Bemessi knelt on a red velvet cushion, his hands clasped together and his elbows resting on the wooden platform, facing the altar and the penitential priest.

"Each of us is guilty, and we have original sin from birth." The confessor raised the scepter in his hand and said to the duke.

"My crime has summoned these crazy farmers, is this the punishment of the Lord God for not being religious?" The Duke of Bemessi spoke a confession, but his eyes were fixed on the face of the confessor, as if the object of his heart was not the ethereal Lord God, but the priest in front of him.

"The will of the Lord God is unfathomable, after all, we are mortals, and we can only follow the holy ways of the Lord God and the Holy Church." The confessor smiled, dressed in a black and purple clergyman's attire, and looked condescendingly at the dignified duke.