Mecklenburg had never been so nervous, and Jeff stood in front of the windowsill and watched another group of heavily armed Mecklenburg soldiers pass by, and he smacked his mouth, he really couldn't steal chickens, but luckily One-Eye didn't really succeed, otherwise he would have to pack his clothes and prepare to escape. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"I don't know who the group of people who attacked Arold's carriage were?" One-Eye said, standing behind Jeff.

"Someone robbed him under Arrod's castle, hehe, it's a good show." Jeff smiled gloatingly, he and the Wendell family really had a grudge.

"So what are we going to do now?" One-Eye asked.

"I'm going to meet Brother Elvet." Jeff said to One-Eye.

"Still going to see the old guy? You've invested a lot of money. One-Eye shook his head and said to Jeff.

"We are businessmen, and I came up with a golden piece of advice from an experienced businessman." Jeff raised the index finger of his right hand and said to One-Eye.

"What is it?" One-Eye knows his boss's bad taste, he likes to tell others about so-called experience and philosophy, and one of his tasks as a bodyguard is to listen to his boss's nonsense.

"High returns mean high investment." Jeff said.

"What happened to the seasoned merchant?" One-Eye narrowed his remaining eye and asked Jeff.

"Ah, he went bankrupt because of a failed investment, and then he was hanged in the square by the court." Jeff shrugged his shoulders and scratched his already Mediterranean scalp with his hand.

"Aha." One-eyed pursed his lips as if he had already guessed it.

"Ahem, enough is enough for you slacker, I'm going to send you an errand." Jeff said with some embarrassment and anger.

"What is it?"

"After all this time of dedication, I seem to have figured out Brother Elvet's unique hobby, but we need a pet that can impress him now." Jeff said with a smile to One-Eye.

"So you mean, let me find that little pet that can impress Brother Elvet?" One-Eye asked.

"Yes, even if you go from here to Egypt, you will have to search all the kingdoms to find for me, a strange creature." Jeff said with certainty.

The dark spiral stone staircase, Arjord carried the torch down the staircase to the secret room, Sean and little Pyne were already waiting for him, and when they saw Arrod, they hurriedly bowed and saluted.

"Enough is enough to waste time, what did you find?" Arold pulled a wooden chair down beside him and sat down on the old chair, and he asked the two of them.

"I'm sorry Lord Duke, but we have received very little news from the KGB shortly after its establishment, and we are very sorry that you have been robbed." Little Pine hesitated and said to Arrod.

"It's a pity, ha, it's ironic that the two intelligence organizations I set up single-handedly watched me being robbed like this, but there was nothing they could do." Arrod snorted coldly and said dissatisfied.

"But we didn't find nothing, the robbers were certainly not Mecklenburg natives, and a few days ago a group of wandering artists from Franconia stayed in our territory, and what happened after that must have had something to do with them." Sean said to Arrod.

"Do you think the wandering artists robbed me?" Arrod asked with a frown.

"It's not impossible." Little Pine replied to Arold.

"Check, but don't make a big fuss." Arrold is helpless, little Pine and Sean are not specialized in intelligence, and they are far worse than Havena, but now that Havena stays on Rügen Island and does not return, the intelligence ability of the Blooddrop Brotherhood is greatly reduced.

"Lord Duke, we will." Little Pine and Sean looked at each other, and they assured Arrod.

Arrod actually didn't have a clue at all, the other party accurately grasped the route of the carriage, and even knew that the carriage would be full of coins on this day, and the number of soldiers on guard was only four, although the weapons used by those robbers were very rudimentary clubs and short knives, but they were very organized, could it be that there was an army mixed into their territory?

"Grass and horses." Arold pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers and felt a headache.

Herman's time in Mecklenburg was pleasant, and he was with Arold's sister Lena, an energetic girl who, unlike any girl Herman had met before, was always reluctant to be quiet for a moment.

"I'm tired of hunting." Lena pouted and said to Herman.

"But hunting is fun, and I find that you use your bow and arrow better than I do." Herman complimented Lena, holding a light monocoque bow made of birch in his hand.

"It was my father who taught me, and of course a very beautiful sister." Lena's expression was a little gloomy, and she remembered her father and Ifu's wife.

"I, did I say something wrong?" Herman saw Lina's expression and hurriedly asked.

"It's fine." Lena smiled reluctantly, but Herman could tell that she was feeling much lower.

"Oh no, by the way, I heard that a group of wandering artists have come to the territory, and their camp is not far from town." Herman suddenly remembered what one of his subordinates had told him, and thought that the Wanderer Entertainer might be able to make Lena laugh at her.

"Really? Okay, but we can't just go like that. When Lena heard that there was a place where the Wanderer Artists gathered, she was immediately interested, and when she lost her memory, she often traveled around with the Wanderer Artists, who were the most drunk and drunk today, and were always full of joy.

"Oh?" Before Herman could react, he was taken by Lena to change into civilian clothes, and Herman, who was brave and even trusted by King Otto, was like a child with no six gods in front of Lena.

The Wanderer Artists are a strange group, but in fact they were founded even older than the days of the Roman Empire, and to many noble lords they were a restless group that was considered by ordinary commoners to be criminals who would steal small children.

"Ding Dong, Ding Dong~~." Before we got close to the camp in the middle of the moor, music could be heard, and some curious guests were entering the camp on foot or on horseback.

"Hey, it looks like a fun place." Lena wore an ordinary long dress and rode alongside Herman on horseback, like a normal traveler.

"That's right, but I don't think there's a problem with security here." Herman frowned, it looked cluttered, and there was always a dark danger in a crowded place.

"That's interesting, isn't it?" Lena gently slapped her mount with her whip, and the tame mare carried Lena in the direction of the wanderer's camp, Herman following her without hesitation.

The Wanderer Artists sat in the camp, they knew the rules of the nobles, and they could not go outside the camp unless they were summoned by the lord, but they seemed to be very peaceful.

"Whew~~." A bald man shirtless and with dark wheat skin held a torch and spewed out burning oil, and the dazzling flames rushed into the sky, and the onlookers were impressed by the scorching and dazzling flames, and let out applause and cheers of admiration.

"Look, he must have come from a far away, very hot place." Lena smirked at the fire-breathing man and said to Herman.

"How do you know?" Herman asked curiously.

"I don't know, in fact my brother told me that when they were performing in town, Brother Arold told me that he must have come from a pagan place." Lena said to Herman with a smile.

"Lord Duke? It seems that there is nothing that the honorable Duke does not know. Herman laughed too.

"Yes, Brother Arold is very peculiar, I heard my mother say that if it weren't for Brother Yve's eldest son, Brother Arold would be the most suitable to inherit the Wendell family, but it doesn't matter now." Lena shrugged her shoulders and said.

Herman didn't ask any more questions, he secretly inquired about the Wendell family, the Fort Lida tragedy has always been a pain in the hearts of the Arold siblings, and now all he can do is to accompany Lena, the two quietly lead the horse and stroll in this wanderer's camp, Herman's tall and mighty figure has aroused the hearts of gypsy girls in the camp.