The Duke of Bavaria, dressed in a squiasel skin and wearing a tiara on his head, symbolizing the rights of the duke, placed his hands on the leather belt around his waist and stared at the path outside the castle, where his courtiers and important people in the castle town gathered around him.

"Gotta get ~~~." With the sound of horses' hooves and the wheels of carriages pressing down on the road, a Duke Mason's banner appeared on the path, and a Mason knight held the brightly colored Herman family flag, riding on a warhorse and swaying with the bumps.

"Here they are." The courtiers who surrounded the Duke of Bavaria spoke to each other, their faces beaming with joy, but Eberhard, who stood in front of them, had a stern expression.

"Welcome, welcome, my dearest friend, the noble patriarch of the Herman family, ruler of the Duchy of Mason." When Duke Mason's carriage stopped in front of everyone, the Duke of Bavaria couldn't help but open his arms with joy.

"Your Excellency Duke of Bavaria." When Duke Abel of Mason stepped out of the carriage, he couldn't help but rejoice when he saw the Duke of Bavaria standing outside the castle to greet him, and the Duke of Bavaria, the oldest and most powerful duke in the Kingdom of Germany.

"It's been a hard journey, Lord Mason, I have prepared a sumptuous dinner for you in the castle, and I hope you will be able to enjoy it." The Duke of Bavaria stepped forward and hugged Duke Mason and said to Duke Mason cordially.

"It's my pleasure." Duke Mason and Duke Bavaria walked side by side to the castle, courtiers followed closely behind them, attendants waved the banners of their respective dukes, trombonists stood at the gate and blew the trombone, and the people cheered for the arrival of Duke Mason with laughter and laughter.

"Lord Eberhard, please relax." Brother Robert looked at Eberhard, whose face was tense. I couldn't help but walk up to his side and admonish.

"Poor fellow, I have no idea where I have been." Eberhard ignored Brother Robert's words, he looked at the young, handsome and aristocratic Duke of Abel, and couldn't help but say with regret.

The Duke of Bavaria did his best to entertain Duke Mason, and ten cooks and twenty assistants were busy in the Duke's lord's kitchen. Hung robes' little attendants weaved and flicked the food into silver plates, then closed the lid and carried it into the bustling hall of the lords.

The aristocrats dressed in bright clothes, the celebrities competing for fragrance and glamorous are staggered, the court band plays cheerful music, the young aristocrats go to the object of their affection, and then they line up in the hall with a neat dance team to spin and dance, Duke Mason is dizzying to look at the scene in front of him, Bavaria, which is in the south of the Kingdom of Germany, inevitably absorbs the cultural atmosphere of Italy, and the cheerful and dexterous dance steps make Duke Mason refreshing.

"Lord Mason. How is it? Are you satisfied with my hospitality? The Duke of Bavaria sat on the left side of Duke Mason, he touched his gray beard, secretly observed Duke Mason's actions, and asked tentatively.

"Oh, my honorable Duke of Bavaria, here I feel as happy as I have stepped into the Garden of Eden." Duke Mason happily said to the Duke of Bavaria that even though Duke Mason was courteous in trying to win over the unruly vassals at the banquet, those vassals did not regard him as a monarch from the bottom of their hearts. So it's the first time to enjoy a banquet like this.

"Haha, this kind of banquet will last a long time. Enjoy. The Duke of Bavaria reassuringly picked up his glass and took a sip of the red wine, his eyes revealing an eerie look from under the glass.

At this moment, a beautiful aristocratic girl came to the dukes with her red dress, with a spring smile on her face. Her face was slightly flushed, and a little sweat was oozing from her forehead, and it looked like many young nobles were inviting her to dance.

"Ah, Lord Duke, may I introduce Baroness Charlotte. The flower of our beautiful principality. The Duke of Bavaria stood up, stretched out his hand to take the little hand of Baroness Charlotte, and led her to Duke Mason's side.

"Hello Baroness." Duke Mason looked at the beautiful baroness and nodded slightly.

"Lord Duke, why don't you dance together, I'm sure everyone will be happy to see you dance." Baroness Charlotte's green eyes looked straight at Duke Mason, her lips were as fragrant as blue, and her voice was soft like the finest velvet.

"This~~~." Duke Mason hesitated, unsure of his refusal.

"Go, my dear friend, the Baroness rarely invites men on her own initiative." The Duke of Bavaria placed his broad palm on Duke Mason's shoulder and said to him encouragingly.

"Okay." Duke Mason could not shirk his master's courtesy, so he had to stand up and take the baroness's soft little hand, and the two walked to the center of the lord's hall, when the music began to play again.

"Aha, this is the first time that the beautiful lady Charlotte has invited a man to dance, and few people can refuse her temptation, as the Bible says, women are the source of sin." The bishop of the Duke of Bavaria puffed his belly and held a wine glass in his hand and said to Eberhard, who was standing by the column.

"As a Holy Bishop, can you resist this temptation?" Eberhard squinted at the squinting bishop and said sarcastically to him.

"If it weren't for Mrs. Charlotte's achievements, I'd love to kiss her." The bishop said with a grin.

"Hmph, it's really more important than chastity." Eberhard shrugged his shoulders and teased the bishop.

"Of course, God gives only one life, and who wouldn't love their own little life?" The bishop was noncommittal to Eberhard's sarcasm, for the bishops of the various principalities were appointed on their own, and therefore had few rules and regulations, and often surpassed the other nobles in terms of debauchery, but even so he was reluctant to provoke Lady Charlotte.

"If this stupid Duke Mason had climbed into Mrs. Charlotte's bed, then his life would not have been worthy of sympathy." Eberhard leaned against the column, he looked at the noble Duke of Mason, and said in a tone of regret. (To be continued......)