Sir Will struggled to raise his head, and he couldn't help but feel great emotion when he saw Arrod, who was sitting on his horse, surrounded by squires and knights.

"Who would have thought that a family of squires with no name would have a character like you, Arrod?" Sir Will said.

"Shut up, even call the Duke's name." Earl Ron scolded angrily.

"I'm afraid you colluded with Count Lauzetts so that you could become a big man one day, right?" Arold doesn't care about Sir Will's contempt, the Wendell family itself is a family of squires, there is nothing to be ashamed of, if it weren't for himself as a traverser, I'm afraid he would really be unknown in this world.

"If I follow my own background, I am afraid that the greatest achievement in my life will only be to obtain a piece of rural estate. When you are dying, you can only sit in front of the fireplace and lament the passing time. Sir Will realized that this might be his last chance to speak, and he didn't care to speak his true thoughts.

"Well, it looks like you can't sit in front of the fireplace." Arold squinted his eyes and looked at Sir Will, who was in charge of the prisoner, and was at first annoyed that he had killed John. Berg, but at this time his state of mind was extraordinarily calm.

"I don't regret what I did, it's God's will." Sir Will gritted his teeth and said, not knowing whether he hated his origins or was indignant at the injustice of fate.

"Damn it, you burned down my home. Lord Duke, I beg that his knighthood be stripped and that he be hanged by the side of the road. Baron Fred was furious, and he stepped forward and kicked Sir Will to the ground, and the other Mason nobles also glared at Sir Will, hating the knight who had broken the dignity of the class.

"Sir Will, you have violated the interests of the Mason nobles. As a just duke, I must punish you. Arold straightened up, and the horse under his crotch made a loud sound.

"I'm not your knight, and you're not qualified to take my title." Sir Will struggled unconvinced, and the two soldiers guarding him frowned and pressed his shoulders hard.

"You have broken all the laws of the nobility. The Duke has this right at all, and I believe that the other adults have no objections, right? Baron Fred looked at the other Mason nobles.

Although Baron Lance was a little hesitant, after all, they were not Arold's vassals, strictly speaking, the Mason nobles had no responsibility with Arrod, but the other Mason nobles who hated it deeply nodded together without hesitation.

"Please, Lord Duke, decide."

"Well, then, hang him as Lord Fred said." Arold agreed to Baron Fred's proposal, and Sir Will would be like a thief, a robber, and an ordinary criminal. Hang in a tree by the side of the road, not to be decapitated like a great knight.

"Arrod, if you're going to hang me, I don't have anything to say, but there's one thing I have to figure out." Sir Will stood up, and had a question he had to get to the bottom of it.

"What's the matter?" Arold, who was about to leave, turned his horse's head and said to Sir Will.

"My men clearly see you heading in the direction of the Duchy of Bavaria. Why, but here? Sir Will asked, puzzled. Hearing his words, Arrold smiled at Earl Ron.

"It's very simple, when your men followed us during the day, we traveled thirty miles, but returned twenty miles at night." Earl Ron replied to Sir Will.

"I see." Sir Will was dumbfounded, he didn't expect that the Mecklenburg regiment seemed to be marching incessantly towards the Duchy of Bavaria. But in fact, it was not far from the camp, and he was completely blinded.

A stout oak tree grew crookedly on the side of the road, and some of its thick branches stretched out, and in the middle of the branches were several circles of flax rope the width of thumbs, and the flax rope hung down tightly. As the wind creaked, a corpse swayed.

"Boom~~~." The soldiers of the Mecklenburg Legion passed by the roadside in a neat formation, and only a few occasionally looked up to see that it was Sir Will hanging from the tree, his armor stripped and hanged in the tree like a criminal.

"Sinners have finally received the punishment they deserve." The Mason nobles gathered happily under the tree, as if they were celebrating a grand ceremony, and the rebellious peasants who followed Sir Will were hung from the tree, and soon the tall oak tree was full of fruit.

"The nobles of Mason must be grateful to you now." Earl Ron looked at the excited Mason nobles, and he said to Arrod with a stir in his heart.

"Because I kept their property?" Arold smiled slightly, if he didn't have to pass through the Duchy of Mason and go to Bavaria, maybe he wouldn't care about these things, in Arold's opinion, such a large-scale peasant rebellion was itself the greed of the nobles.

"I mean, the Duchy of Mason is currently borderless, and under the hearts of the nobles, Lord Duke~~~."

"Shut up, what are you talking nonsense?" Arold immediately whispered to Count Ron.

"I'm sorry Duke, but I think such a fertile place should be protected by more capable people." Count Ron lowered his head and looked left and right, but thankfully no one noticed.

"We are here to save Lord Mason, how can we covet other people's territory at this time, don't mention this matter again." Arrold kicked with his heel, and the horse slowly walked towards the ranks of the Mecklenburg Legion, and Count Ron hurriedly followed.

"The Duke is leaving?" Baron Fred was the first to react, he turned around and hurriedly grabbed the reins of the horse beside him, and in his hurry he didn't even turn over several times, but fortunately, a knight of the family quickly grabbed the baron's calf with both hands, which helped him onto the horse.

"Dengdenden." Baron Fred rode his mount and hurriedly followed behind the Mecklenburg Legion, and his family's privates did not know what was happening, so they hurriedly followed.

The Mason nobles, led by Baron Fred, also followed behind the Mecklenburg legions, and no one mobilized them, and no one proposed the rights of the monarch and vassals, which was a spontaneous instinct to follow the strong.

Arrod, Duke of Mecklenburg. Feng. Wendell's rapid rise gave these small and medium-sized nobles a glimmer of hope, and if Sir Will tried to change his class in an extreme way, then the Mason nobles found a more secure way.

"Lord Duke, the nobles of Mason are behind us." The movement behind him made Count Ron turn his head, and he was surprised to see the Mason nobles and their army, respectfully following behind the Mecklenburg legion like pious worshippers, and objectively seeing a combined army of Mecklenburg and Mason nobles slowly marching on the road. (To be continued......)

PS: Finally we can be together again, two and two are so excited, let's continue the journey of the Middle Ages!