After Walker spent a day sacking the lakeside village, he "generously" released the imprisoned villagers, and after announcing the order to march the troops, 77 remnants of the soldiers, who had finally taken on a new look, escorted the ox carts full of grain and continued along the road towards Yafenburg, and they gradually disappeared into the cypress forest under the silent "watch" of the villagers, and after a long time, the villagers began to curse behind them, and their words became sharper than the other.

"Arana, I hope this proud young robber doesn't come to our village again." With tears in his eyes, the village chief folded his hands and prayed to the goddess who was 'looming' in the sky.

"Whew! Where does this man resemble 'our' lord? May this beast be found like a rabbit by a mountain eagle hovering in the sky. Kroll looked back at the empty granary, shaking his head constantly.

"I wish this beast was choking to death while eating our food." Youngor just patted Kroll's shoulder lightly, and frowned ugly, "Hey, it's really hard to be a farmer, and I'm going to starve again this year." ”

"May the waters of Santa Kana's lake wash away this pus-riddled bastard." The villagers cursed the count's team as they disappeared into the distant terrace, and they were only talking, and in a few moments they dispersed.

Behind the Desco Terrace and the Guardian Terrace is a small plain with the occasional undulating hill with watchtowers, and the tributaries of Lake Santa Cana quietly accompany this calm little plain, which only quietly turns west at a fortified fortress in the distance.

The watchtower's guards spotted the Earl of Affin, and they quickly ran to the bottom of the watchtower, and found firewood soaked in special potion from the fence courtyard, and then set them up into a beacon pile, which was quickly lit, and raised a red beacon fire to the fortress in the distance, and Earl Walker and his remnants swaggered along the road in the direction of the fortress of Difender after being saluted by these guards, until they were stopped by a familiar procession.

"Your Excellency the Great Sect Master, Baron Horton of the Diefonde Fortress has come to welcome your honorable man into the fortress to rest." It was a knight in a chainmail jacket with a twill shield insignia, and he quickly turned over and dismounted, and saluted his suzerainmaster respectfully with one hand on his chest.

"Oh, it's Horton Sandfiger, and Ressatt Don often speaks of your dedication to duty." The proud Walker raised his eyebrows and waved his hand at the baron, "Okay, you can guide me on the way, I really want to go and see if 'your fortress' - my loyal servant is really doing his duty." ”

"Thank you for coming." Baron Houghton, dressed in a twill coat of arms and badges, flipped on his horse and motioned to the guard of honor he had come to greet him.

Under the guidance of Baron Horton, Earl Walker leisurely rode a dark horse across the drawbridge of Diefender Fortress, along the way Baron Horton almost touted Earl Walker to the heavens and the earth for everything, and his praise made Walker almost forget that he had suffered a terrible defeat only a few days earlier.

"Tell me, Houghton Sandfiger, what reward do you want?" Earl Walker is not shy about these topics of reward.

"Great Sect Master, you are really a clever existence, you can actually read the voice of your minister!" Baron Horton Sandfeger's eyebrows fluttered, he had been waiting for this greeting for a long time.

"As I said earlier, there is never a secret in my eyes about all the circumstances of you vassals. I know that very well. Earl Walker looked proudly at the 'pug' in front of him, "Is it money, or grain?" ”

"I think the Western Cavalry Ranch in Yafen should belong to the ministers. Great Suzerain, my fiefdom is only one lakeside village, but it does not produce war horses, so that our fortress of Difender lacks cavalry. Baron Horton kept pouring bitter water on the Earl.

"No, the Eastern Cavalry Ranch, the Western Cavalry Ranch, the Hoth Ranch and the Knight Ranch are important assets belonging to the Easttim family, and they are also the production place of the Yaven Heavy Cavalry Horse, and what you want is too important for my Eastem family. If it's a few horses, I'd be happy to give them to you to use to carve out your own ranch. Earl Walker frowned slightly, he couldn't give Horton's request.

"Ah, Great Sect Master, it's not too early. I thought you were like an all-powerful goddess in my eyes. Baron Houghton's face tucked away a smile, but he didn't show any anger.

Under the guidance of Baron Houghton, Earl Walker "inspected" the defenders of Dieffend Fortress, "rewarded" his Baron Horton for his "dedication to duty", and "gifted" all the food stolen from the lakeside village, and rested "well" for the night in Diefender Fortress, which was full of defenders. He dreamed that he had seized the throne of Siegel II and nailed the Count of the Red Boar to the cross of Arcana, and that Baron Horton was like a dog on the sole of his shoe. Greedy saliva flowed from the corners of his mouth. However, dreams are dreams after all, and the rooster's whistle shatters his dreams mercilessly, and Walker now faces Baron Horton, who is even more "interesting" than himself, who is having breakfast with him.

"Ah, great Walker, take your seat." Horton seemed to have changed from his previous courtesy, and he gestured to his master at a wooden rectangular dining table, though he seemed to omit a title—perhaps "master" or "Lord Earl."

"Thank you, my good friend and assistant Horton." After yesterday's 'review' of the defenders of the fortress, Earl Walker now doesn't even dare to let out a fart, if it was before the war, he would emphasize Horton's title, but now, he had to omit Horton's title, because this can make this embarrassing scene a little more harmonious. He obediently obeyed the invitation of the master of the fortress, and sat down on a fine wooden chair specially prepared for him, with a roasted red turkey and a silver glittering fork and knife in front of him, "Ah, what a sumptuous meal this morning. It seems that my good friend was really thoughtful for me. ”

The tall hat 'tuxedo' waiter standing next to Walker skillfully cut a piece of steaming turkey meat for him, placed it on a silver plate in front of Walker, and respectfully handed the knife and fork to Walker.

"I've come to give you a taste of the chef I've just brought from the royal city of Parma. We look forward to welcoming the chefs who have invited you to stay for a few more days. Horton replied with a seemingly respectful look at Walker's fake compliment.

"Oh, really?" Walker's brain raced as he ate the turkey nuggets as he pondered how to answer.

"So, did you agree?" Horton followed Walker's silence and began to force his will into Walker's plausible answer. He picked up a piece of turkey meat that the waiter had divided with a silver fork and put it in his mouth, but his eyes were always fixed on the count's master, whom he was about to rob.

"Oh, oh, no, my good friend," Walker swallowed the unchewed piece of chicken.

"Oh, so this chef's skills don't seem to be good?" Horton asked his "master" Walker in a strange way, and his face immediately turned blue and shouted to the soldier standing outside the door, "Guard, cut off the bragging cook's hands in the Fortress Square of Diefend." The soldier turned his head and bowed respectfully to Horton, then turned and ran down the stairs with a brisk sound, making a "thump" of his iron boots on the stones. There was a commotion downstairs. The attendant beside Walker and Horton playfully turned their heads and pulled back the huge vermilion curtain that saw the scene in the square.

"Walker, come and toast to the good show that's going on in the square outside our window. This is a great way to spice up our breakfast with entertainment. Then we may be less 'restrained' in the excitement. Horton picked up the silver goblet.

"There's nothing more exciting than this!" Walker responded to Horton's 'invitation', he raised his glass, and quickly took a large sip of the silver glass full of El Tora, "Only my good friend Horton can arrange such a 'thoughtful' breakfast-time entertainment. "Walker knew that Horton was using that hapless chef in this square to give himself a disadvantage. Walker knew what his "good friend" would use to achieve his goals, and he had been understanding it since yesterday.

The chef who was tied to the execution table looked around in horror, his forehead was already dripping with sweat because of excessive tension, his mouth was tightly stuffed with a ball of rags, he had no way to call for help, he could only make a "hmm" sound, his hands were tied to the wooden execution table, his hands were tightly clenched into fists, his arms were bulging with cyan vascular muscles due to the continuous struggle of his hands clenched into fists. To his right and left stood a bare and shirtless man with his head wrapped in a black cloth, and of course, the chest of these strong men was covered with golden chest hair, which was fluttering in the wind by the occasional wind in the early morning square. With a large iron axe in their hands, they waited for the baron's order from the baron's order from the main hall on the second floor.

"Ah, my dear and noble friend," said Horton, "I want to acquire all the pastures southeast of Yafen. My friend will surely promise your faithful servant. Horton's face was filled with greed.

"That's not what you said yesterday." Walker's eyes widened, he wanted to agree to Horton's request to get out yesterday, but he didn't expect that the seemingly respectful Horton in front of him had such a big appetite, and Walker almost squirted out the El Tora wine he was drinking. You must know that the pasture in the southeast of Yafen is the origin of the best Yafen horses, and it is also the best pasture in Yafenburg, which is the origin of the heavy armored war horses of the entire Forestton Kingdom! Teucer thought of refusing, but the thought was forced back. He seemed to sense that the room was already surrounded by Horton soldiers, and he must have come prepared to ask for this. Walker's eyes rolled, and he thought of the unfortunate cook who was about to have his hands cut off, but he didn't want to lose the pasture southeast of Yafen, Walker's hesitated for a moment, and he spread his hands and said, "Well, my old friend, you are about a day's journey from my Yafenburg. Otherwise, I will sign the instrument granting you the northeastern ranch of Yafen as soon as I return. You know, my Earl's Seal is still in Jarfenburg, and there is no way to sign any meaningful legal documents for you right now. ”

"Oh, that's right," Horton's short four words, as if mocking Walker's answer, he looked out the window and roared like a primitive, "Execution!" ”

Outside the window, the masked men on the left and right sides of the execution table raised their iron axes high, and they raised them high at the hands of the terrified mouse on the execution table. The herald guard standing next to the execution table then made a downward gesture. The iron axe, as sharp as a guillotine, was suddenly stained with blood spurting out. The hapless cook's feet suddenly stiffened, as if they were about to break the hemp rope that had been tied to his ankles, and his head shook like an electric shock. His wide-eyed eyes were bloodshot and rolled the whites of his eyes, the veins on his forehead bulged, and his mouth was slurred with a slurred "hmm,,,,,,,,"

"Wonderful scene," Horton snapped his fingers, "Lord Walker, do you think it is wonderful?" He used his fork to pick up the divided turkey slices from the plate in front of him again, and put them into his mouth in one bite, pretending to be intoxicated and munching on the tender* turkey meat in his mouth.

Walker let out a loud fart and gave Horton across from Walker in response. Walker was visibly overwhelmed by Horton's brutality, and his face was lost in front of Horton, who thought he was brutal enough, met Horton, who was even more brutal than him. Moreover, Horton was at best a 'vassal' of his.

"Since I'm your assistant and friend to Walker, I've already thought of this for you." Horton smiled with satisfaction, he seemed to know exactly what Walker would turn him down on such grounds. He instructed the attendant beside Walker, "Go and get the seal of the honorable Earl Walker, and of course the drafted paperwork, in the locked drawer of my counter, for the glorious Mr. Walker to see." Horton removed a copper key from his luxurious leather belt and tossed it to Walker's cronies. Oh, by the way, as a witness, please invite the Clerk from the King's Privy Council of the King of Parma here as a witness. ”

"You!" Walker almost jumped up from the table, and he took a deep breath again. This breath passed through his chest, reached the lobes of the lungs, and then passed through the lobes to the bloodstream, and from the blood to the large intestine, it was directly discharged from the body, and transformed into several loud thunderbolts in the hall. "My friend, you are so thoughtful about Benjue, it just so happens that I will leave Diefonde at noon today, and I will be able to bring the seal from here back to my castle."

The attendant, accompanied by the clerk of the royal city, respectfully handed the seal to the baron, and handed Earl Walker a piece of parchment densely covered with words. Earl Walker's hands trembled as he held the deadly parchment, and as he looked at the contents of the parchment, the flames of anger burned in his heart, but the flames of anger were suppressed by the helplessness of a lonely man. I saw that the parchment reads:

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Separate deeds

To Baron Houghton Sandfage, who is widely praised for his benevolence:

In view of your noble character and your contribution to the southern part of the county of Difender Fortress, the following areas are to be divided from the Earl's domain, in addition to your original village of the lakeside of the Earl, to the name of Baron Horton Sandfage: Hoth Ranch north-east of Jaffenburg, Knight Ranch, Eastern and Western Cavalry Ranch.

In addition, Baron Houghton Sandfiger will be granted a three-year tax exemption, and all of Baron Holden Sandfegger's income will be owned by him. The wealth acquired was protected by Article 22 of the Law of the Duties of Vassals of the Kingdom of Rinston.

God bless the brave! A sacred contract in the name of Arcana!

Signed by the Earl of Jarfenburg to Houghton Sandfage, Baron Duefend, dated 37 January 1029.

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Walker's palms were drenched with sweat from excitement, and the baron "respectfully" handed Walker, a white quill made of seals and swan feathers, to Walker, who was flushed but helpless, under the gaze of the clerk. The Tall Hat Swallowtail Attendant placed the ink in front of Walker as well.

Walker's hands trembled, and he signed his name in shame in the blank space of the "Separation Contract" document. The clerk took the deed of partition into his hand in great stride, signed his title and name in the blank space of the deed, and loudly declared: "In the name of King Segal II, I declare: The feud is valid!" ”

Walker was shouting in his heart. Walker finally knew that he too had a time when he was weak and at the mercy of others. This document cleared his mind, this document declared that his title of earl had been reduced to an empty shelf in name only, and that he was left with only a few barren fiefs near Yafenburg. This document made him fully aware of how ridiculous his past was.

Walker rode a lame-looking horse alone and limped down the stone path from Divild Fortress to Jaffenburg. This is how he was treated after signing the papers, and he was "swept away" like garbage discarded by the Diefend Fortress. His "true friend and servant" Baron Houghton gave him only a tall lame horse that we now see, and an aquamarine one-handed longsword that symbolized the count's noble status.

Walker suffered a complete defeat in this senseless battle, Walker completely lost his personal guards, and even the remaining heavy knights must have been bought or imprisoned by his "good friend" Baron Holden, not to mention those temporarily recruited infantrymen who either joined Baron Houghton's fortress defenders or were forcibly disbanded and became subjects in Houghton's fiefdom.

Walker tasted loneliness, Walker tasted betrayal, Walker tasted blackmailed and humiliated, and he finally realized that he had abused his privilege to bring pain upon everyone he had hurt, just like this hateful Horton.

Walker felt that the world around him was turning, the trees around the stone path, the river a little farther away, and the dim sky, all these scenes were all blended together in Walker's eyes, his vision gradually blurred, his body began to shake involuntarily, and finally his eyes were dark, and he fell heavily from his lame horse. All but a puff of dust kicked up on the stone-paved pavement, and of course the frightened horses who had left Walker and fled into the distance.