The other carriage also walked on the muddy path, but they were in a much better mood, and at the forefront was a short, pig-looking man who staggered on his horse and looked triumphantly back, the carriage was full of treasure stolen from the Count of Lauzitz's estate, enough to equip a medium-sized mercenary army, and this ugly man was none other than Grover, the eldest of the Boar Brothers, who was followed by his own brother, the lanky Ogden.

"Big brother, aren't we going to splurge in the bigger cities now?" Ogden patted the treasures on the cloth-covered carriages with his hand, and salivated to his eldest brother.

"Splurge? My brother, we are rich, but these things are not enough for the rest of our lives, and I will use this money to recruit an army and go to the south to fight for the rich nobles to make money. Grover smiled, only it was more ugly, and he told his brother his plan.

"As mercenaries, my brother, haven't we had enough of this life of licking blood with knives?" Ogden said dissatisfied.

"No, my brother, in the past we fought for others and acted as pawns for others, but now we have to fight for ourselves, believe me my brother, we will definitely have a castle." Grover said confidently to Ogden.

"Castle, can we really have it?" Ogdon's eyes lit up at Grover's words, and the thought of sitting in a large and sturdy castle surrounded by many servants made Ogden giggle.

"Hmph, my brother will leave it to me." Grover raised his head and let out a strange laugh, but at that moment a baby's cry brought his laughter to an abrupt end, and Grover's brow furrowed. He turned his head to look behind him.

"Zipa, Zipa." Their little brother Zippa looked demented, the sack in his arms squirming constantly, and the baby's cry was rushed into it.

"Why should we bring the Wendell cubs, anyway, now that we have enough money, let's throw it on the side of the road." Ogden said impatiently to Grover.

"Ugh. Zippa seems to treat that little cub as some kind of pet, forget it, let him be, it's not that you don't know his temper, and I can't help it if he's stubborn. Grover shrugged his shoulders and looked at his demented little brother, just as the baby's cry became louder.

"Why does he cry all the time?" Ogden covered his ears, the baby's cry had caught the attention of passers-by, and although travelers on the go would not inquire about other people's affairs, the situation was too strange now. Three oddly shaped men travel with a small baby.

"Probably hungry, go to the cottage in front to get some goat's milk, damn it, when did our feared wild boar brother become a nanny with children." Grover uncovered his helmet and scratched his scalp with a helpless expression.

"By the way, Brother Robert ran over there, and I don't believe he just took a roll of parchment, and I bet it must be worth a lot." Ogden said to Grover as he walked.

"Of course I do. But what's the use of holding that thing, let's go our own way. ”

Brother Robert did indeed only take a roll of parchment from the treasury of Count Lauszitz. He knew that Count Lauzitz would not be spared by Arold this time, although the Wendell family had suffered a heavy blow, but if the Wendell family's blood was not broken, Brother Robert would not give up, for the sake of his own livelihood and revenge, he had to go to the Lord again, and he took the parchment to the castle of the Duke of Bavaria. He believed that the Duke would accept him with this document.

"Fool, given him so much money, he was defeated, what's the use of just killing a few low-level nobles?" The Duke of Bavaria, having learned of the defeat of Count Rausitz, went into a rage in his lord's hall. With several clay pots broken in a row, and the complete failure of his plan to plot the Duchy of Mason, it was no wonder that he was so annoyed.

"Lord Duke, there is a monk outside the castle who has asked for an audience." At this time, a knight of the guard came from outside the hall and reported to the Duke of Bavaria, who was furious.

"What monk, don't see, what is this?" The Duke of Bavaria waved his arm vigorously, and when he was upset, he didn't have the heart to see the bald monks who had come to seek financial support, but the knight took a few steps forward and handed over a roll of parchment.

"He said he must give this document to you, Lord Duke."

"Hmm." The Duke of Bavaria unfolded the parchment roll suspiciously, and the anger on his face faded as he watched, eventually turning into a burst of ecstatic laughter that echoed through the vaulted hall.

"Lord Duke, are you alright?" The knight asked the Duke of Bavaria worriedly.

"I'm fine, call the monk in." With a smile on his face, the Duke of Bavaria commanded to his knight as he clutched the sheepskin scroll tightly in his hand.

"Lord Duke, Lord Duke is not good." But before the knight could go out, a courtier of the Duke of Bavaria hurried in from the outside, carrying his robe, panting and sweating on his forehead, looking in a hurry.

"What's wrong?" The Duke of Bavaria's brows furrowed, this courtier was his courtier, a very stable nobleman, but it was rare to be so reckless now, something special must have happened.

"Our envoys at the King's court have sent an urgent letter that His Majesty the King was critically ill half a month ago." The Bavarian Palace Minister said eagerly to the Duke.

"Henry the Bird Catcher is dying?" The Duke of Bavaria's eyes widened, and he looked at his palace in disbelief that Henry, the always sturdy birdcatcher, was critically ill.

"Yes, His Majesty the King may be dying, he has sent envoys between the beds, and soon the other dukes will know the news, and now Prince Otto is waiting by the king's side day and night."

"It is God's will." The Duke of Bavaria had a big smile on his face, and he clasped his hands and turned to look at the cross-shaped window in which the sunlight came in just as a glorious cross appeared. (To be continued......)