The ten whirlwind cannons disintegrated one by one in front of the eyes of the nobles such as the Duke of Mason and the Duke of Saxony, looking at the Hermann cannon that turned back into a pile of scrap in front of them, all the nobles were dumbfounded, no one expected this to happen, the nobles of the Duke of Mason had seen the whirlwind cannon, oh, now it is called the power of the Herman cannon, even if it attacks continuously for half a day, there will never be any problems, but now it has fallen apart without even a single cannonball, and I can't help but muttering in my heart.

"Lord Mason, what's going on?" Prime Minister Nishizawa's eyes widened, he looked at the pile of waste wood on the ground, and the shouting miscellaneous servants, and the scene in front of him was like a palace farce.

"Lord Duke, I don't know what's going on?" The knight in charge of the Hermann cannon walked up to Duke Mason with a pale face and trembling face, and regretted in his heart that he had won this errand first in order to please the Duke.

"Deprive him of his title and put him in a dungeon." Duke Mason's face turned red, and he glared fiercely at the knight in command, then stretched out his hand and pointed at him and ordered the guards beside him.

"Ah, Lord Duke, I swear in the name of the Lord that I am wronged." Two guards stepped forward to untie the knight's sword, grabbed him by the arm, dragged him away from Duke Mason, and walked towards Göttingenburg, where there was a gloomy dungeon where various prisoners were kept.

The poor knight was used as a scapegoat by the Duke of Mason, and Prime Minister Nishizawa and the Duke of Saxony saw that the Duke of Mason had taken one of his knights, so it was not good to continue the investigation, they just had some pity that they could not see the power of the whirlwind cannon with their own eyes, and the Count of Ullisi on the side felt very strange, how could the good whirlwind cannon suddenly fall apart.

"What do you think of Ullisi?" On the way back to the castle, the Duke of Saxony asked in a low voice to the Count of Ulrichi, who was beside him.

"It's strange, but I don't think it has anything to do with the poor knight." Count Ulrichy looked around, then said in the same low voice.

"Of course, but I think it must have something to do with that young nobleman named Arrod." The Duke of Saxony had a strange smile on his face, and he grabbed the yellow woolen cloak behind him, touched the soft mink fur around the edge, and wrapped his body, which he felt a little cold in the morning wind.

"Oh, what do you think?" The Earl of Ulrissi was still a little worried, and after watching this farcical whirlwind demonstration, he would despise Arrod's ability, but the Duke of Saxony seemed to be curious about Arrod.

The Wendell family was now far away from Göttingenburg, and they stopped to rest near the border, for Arold was waiting for a man who stood on a rock and looked in the direction of Göttingenburg, with grassy plains and woods everywhere he could see, a harmony of nature, only a small village looming as far as the eye could see, and the sparse population was also a major feature of the Middle Ages.

"Gotta, gotta, gotta ~~~." At this moment, the sound of horses' hooves was heard from the knee-high weedy path, and four horsemen on horseback were seen coming towards the team of Arrod and the others.

The knight at the head was not wearing armor, but was dressed in aristocratic civilian clothes, with a pair of leather boots on his feet, and the edge of the shawl behind him was inlaid with white mink fur, and the other three knights were wearing chain mail and smocks, wearing closed helmets, and the masks were uncovered to reveal their faces, all of whom were known to Arold, namely the knights of the inner palace of Knight Stan and Sir Abel, and the knights in civilian clothes at the head were none other than Sir Stan Stan, who came to Arold and grabbed the reins of his horse and stopped.

"Sir Abel." Arold had long expected the knight to come, and perhaps the stubborn and conservative Duke Mason would not have realized his worth, but the handsome and clever heir would have understood.

"Why didn't Lord Arrod say goodbye?" Sir Able jumped off his horse, and the two knights of the Inner House hurriedly dismounted and supported Sir to prevent the uneven ground from tripping the noble duke's heir.

"I'm sorry Sir Lord, but now that the war is over, we need to renovate and return to our territory, and we are not the only ones who will say goodbye." Arold replied softly and firmly, when the peace agreement was reached, many nobles who thought that they had not benefited from this war led their troops back to their territories, leading the army to fight outside their own territories, and the daily consumption and military expenses were enough to make the nobles frown, and they returned to their territories as soon as possible to dismiss these idlers who had to eat and drink on their own money bags, which was the reason why the nobles were anxious to return to their territories, of course, those who remained in Göttingenburg were those big nobles who were waiting to divide the interests.

"As far as I know, your ale business is enough to cover three troops for several months, can't you wait?" Sir Able smiled, he knew that in addition to selling Arold's ale to himself, many nobles in the war also bought a lot of ale from the Wendell family, and the price was three times that of normal times, of course, even the most adventurous merchants did not dare to transport the ale in large quantities during the war, and only the Wendell family under the protection of the army had a large amount of ale to sell, and this monopoly brought wealth to the Wendell family.

"That's just rumors." Arrod knew the truth that his wealth was not exposed, and he shook his head in disagreement with Sir Abel's statement.

"Alright, my friend, don't beat around the bush, I know you have a grudge against my father's decision, but believe me I didn't know anything beforehand." Sir Able took a few steps closer to Arrod and said to him sincerely, that the Duke of Mason and the Earl of Lausitz had not told him beforehand, and that it was impossible for Sir Able to publicly contradict his father's authority when the announcement was made, which was not in accordance with custom and tradition.

"Phew, I understand that this is indeed a conspiracy of Count Lausitz, but I have finally earned the title of count, haven't I? At least the Wendell family hasn't had a middle aristocracy for generations. Arold sighed, he also knew that this was a decision made by Duke Mason and Earl Lausitz behind Sir Ebel's back, but he was a little annoyed in his heart that Sir Abel didn't say a word at that time, and afterwards he also felt that he was a little arrogant, as the next heir of the Herman family, Sir Abel had to think about more than just the Wendell family, and now Sir Able was able to catch up with him and explain that this was already a matter of importance to himself, and the anger in his heart dissipated at this time.

"What are your plans now? I will ask my father to give you a piece of land of your own. Sir Able saw that Arold had resolved the misunderstanding with him, and offered to let the Duke of Mason give the land to Arold, but Arold shook his head.

"No need Sir Sir, my territory is in Mecklenburg." Arold said categorically that he would not reach out to anyone and beg again.

"Lord Arrod, I beg you to accept the advice of Lord Sir Ebel, and you don't know what you are going to face?" When Knight Stan heard this, he stepped forward and said to Arrod, although his leg was still a little lame, but it was much better, and he couldn't tell the difference from a normal person if he didn't pay attention to it.

"Alright Stan, I know what Arrod thinks, you have your own plans, but I want you to remember one thing, you can get help from me at any time." Sir Abel knew that Arold would not easily change his attention, and after reassuring Arold of Arcaud, he greeted Baron Wendell and Yve, and rode back to Göttingenburg on his horse.

"Arold, I think you should consider Sir Abel's suggestion carefully." Baron Wendell looked at the back of Sir leaving, and felt a little sorry for Arrod, if Sir Able was willing to advise Duke Mason, then Arold would definitely get a piece of his own territory.

"Forget it, I've done something irreparable, Duke Mason must hate me at this point, right, Marcos." Arold smiled bitterly, turned his head and said to the English mercenary Marcos.

"Looks like Lord Bojue." Marcos laughed as well, as if he had thought that Duke Mason would have a wonderful look on his face when he saw the whirlwind cannons falling apart.

"What did you do?" Baron Wendell was taken aback, and he had a hunch that Arold seemed to have done something to the Duke's anger.

"I'm just taking my belongings back." Annoyed by Duke Mason's humiliation, Arold asked Marcos to take a few men with quick hands and feet, and while the nobles and soldiers were drunk, they pulled out the key hub of the whirlwind cannons.

"Arold, are you really going to reclaim Mecklenburg? That's something that even Caesar of the empire can't do. Baron Wendell shook his head and sighed at Arrod's impulsiveness.

"Yes, I'm going to do that, but father, can I use Black Swamp Village for the time being? I need a place to stay. Arold said to his father, Baron Wendell.

"No problem, we are a family, if we don't support you, who else will support you?" Baron Wendell nodded in agreement, now that their family owned three fiefs, Black Marsh Village was the most barren land, and he planned to move the whole family to the manor in Mason County anyway, where the rich province would make the family's life better.

"Thank you." Arold needed a base of his own, and of course even temporarily, it would be enough to carry out his plan, first of all, he needed to gather enough information about the Duchy of Mecklenburg.