Because Arold was considered a reward received on the battlefield, he did not go through the ceremony of the Golden Spurs, and people began to add the title of knight in front of Arold's name, and when Arold heard the people around him call him his lord, he was not comfortable at first, but soon became accustomed to it, and he walked in the camp with Sir Able, and the two chatted as they walked.

"Lord Ebel, it was a fluke to be able to defeat the Count of Berengar this time, but why did the Duke of Saxony, who was confronting Lord Mason, suddenly split his forces at the same time?" Arold didn't understand why Sir Ebel's roundabout attack was detected by the Duke of Saxony, whether it was the presence of a traitor in the Duke of Mason's camp that led to the failure of the plan.

"I understand what you mean, but my father has investigated all the nobles involved in the plan, and none of them have collaborated." Sir Abel also felt very strange, how could the Duke of Saxony divide his troops to intercept at the same time without revealing secrets, it is too coincidental to say that it is too coincidental.

"Isn't there anything else special going on in the meantime?" Arrod frowned as he looked at the quiet camp around him, the flames of the campfires around the soldiers gradually became smaller, and some were only blackened.

"Well, it is said that the soldiers caught a prostitute in the camp of the miscellaneous laborers, and she said that after we set out, there were suspicious people who entered the camp in the dark of night, and that they could not ask anything more, and that our men were torturing her, hoping to get more information from the prostitute." Sir Able paused and looked at the southeast corner of the camp, where the prisoners and spies were kept, and where there had been a rudimentary shack built by lumberjacks.

"Please take me to see it." Arold said to Sir Able that he wanted to find out the reason for his passivity, and the feeling of being at the heart of his side's plans being discovered by the enemy at any moment made him uneasy.

"It's good." Sir Able's expression was a little strange, and he looked at Arold beside him, and realized that he was not abnormal, so he nodded and led Arold to the simple shack.

A small clearing had been cleared around the lumberjack's shed, and at the door two sergeants with spears yawned and leaned against the big tree in the shed, and through the crack in the rough timber shed a woman could be seen tied to a supporting wooden post, with a lot of hay thrown at her feet, and in the light of the torches planted in the door of the shed, Arold saw the woman kneeling on the ground, holding the wooden pillar in her hands, her long black hair draped over her shoulders.

"Open the door." Sir Able walked up to the sergeants and spoke to them.

"Oh, sir." The sergeants saw two knights in chain mail standing in front of them, and although they couldn't tell that they were Sir Able under the torch in a trance, they also quickly stood up and bowed.

The sergeants lifted the wooden door, and then Arold found that the wooden door was only held up by a thick wooden stick, and the wood above the shed was covered with green moss, and the lumberjack's shed built between the two large trees was the only trace of human activity here, and the sergeant opened the wooden door and took off the torch on the wooden door, and bent down and walked in, and the woman inside moved in the firelight, and her body shrank back, but because her arms were tied with linen rope, she only moved in one direction.

"Rise up and be a lowly woman, there are two knights who want to ask you." The sergeant walked in and dragged the woman up, and they said rudely to the woman.

"Hmm." When the woman was dragged up, she snorted softly because she had been kneeling there for a long time, and her legs were numb, and then Arold saw that she had a pair of beautiful brown eyes, fair skin, and was wearing a gray coarse linen dress, her dress had a large open breast, revealing a deep cleavage, and a slender waist was full of grips, and the calves that emerged from the hem of the skirt were tight and soft.

"Magyars?" Seeing the woman's face, Sir Able was a little surprised, he snatched the torch from the sergeant's hand, shook it carefully in front of the woman, and said again, "Magyars, how can there be Magyar women here?" ”

"Hehe, my lord, it's worse." A sergeant laughed, he raised his hand to lift the woman's chin, the firelight made the woman unconsciously close her eyes, long eyelashes covered, some thick sexy lips tightly pursed.

"Phew, it's a mongrel, a Germanic and Magyar hybrid." The other sergeant spat with contempt in his eyes.

"My lord, let's loosen the tie first, so I can't ask questions at all." Arold would not be as sensitive to human race as people in the Middle Ages, he just felt the pity of the woman in front of him, in the cold wind in this windy shed, the woman's body trembled, and the thin long skirt could not hide her youth.

"It's good." Sir Abel knew that the Magyars would often invade the Germanic lands, and after burning and looting, the Germans were left with nothing but devastated land, which was a half-breed born to defiled women, and many Germanic women would choose to kill some children, but some chose to give birth to these poor and innocent children, but it is difficult to say which one was more miserable.

"Hmm." After the sergeant untied the linen rope, the woman moved the numb linen rope that had been tied, and she looked up at the two knights in chain mail in front of her, one of whom had a handsome face and the temperament of a nobleman, and the other young knight who was very kind.

"Do you need food or water?" Arold bent down and looked at the woman's face, and looked closely at the woman's face was still very beautiful, the Magyars were nomads from the East, some people said that they were descendants of the Huns, so the woman's face had the soft lines of the Orientals, and the bridge of the nose was not as tall as other Germanic women, but it had a unique style, especially her big black eyes were full of charming temptation.

"Yes." The woman hesitated for a moment and nodded, a little doubt in her eyes.

"Give her something to eat and water." Arold turned to the sergeant and said, the two sergeants thought to themselves that the knight must not have taken a fancy to this prostitute, but they did not dare to complain and hurriedly went out to find some food for the imprisoned woman.

Arold and the other women grabbed the hard bread and devoured it, handed her the water in the kettle, and waited without hurry, and finally when the woman was full of food and drink, she knew that there must be something wrong with the reason why the knight gave her food and drink.

"Venerable sir, do you have anything to ask? If it was about the events in the logistical camp that night, I would have told them all. The woman said, her voice slightly hoarse, probably caused by being tied here to starve and freeze, or perhaps by her natural voice, which made the man want to hear her scream.

"Tell me your name first." Arold coughed lightly, he had no experience in dealing with women as an otaku in his previous life, let alone a beautiful woman, he would always be very soft-hearted when dealing with beautiful women.

"Black-haired Maggie, they all call me Black-haired Maggie." Maggie said to Arold with a raised face.

"Smack~~~." Suddenly, the sergeant on one side gave her a slap in the face, which startled Arold suddenly.

"Cheap woman, how dare you look directly at the knight." The sergeant cursed and raised his hand to give Maggie one more shot, but then he found that his arm was being grabbed by Arrod, who often used the sword, and Arold, who often used the sword, had strong arms at this time, and Arold grabbed the sergeant and pushed him away.

"Get out of here, guard the door, we need to interrogate alone." Arold shouted at the sergeant.

"Yes, sir." Looking at the angry Arrod, although the sergeants didn't know why Arold was angry, they felt that it was better not to mess with him, so they hurriedly walked out of the gang and guarded the door.

"I'm sorry." Arold thrust his waist and gasped, for the first time he was angry with his own people, he was still a little unaccustomed.

"It's me who got carried away, sir." Maggie didn't expect Arold to stand up for herself, her beautiful black eyes looked at Arrod, nobles are only gentle with themselves when they need to, and when nobles lift their pants, they usually leave themselves behind, and the first time someone would treat themselves like this, even if they understand that Arold has a reason, it also makes Maggie a little moved.

"Well, let's get down to business." Sir Able was amused, Arold seemed to be very kind to women, but it was normal for a nobleman to have some affairs, but he needed to get information from women about what he wanted to know.

"Good lord, that day I was doing business with the other sisters, and because I was unlucky and the business was very bad, so I wanted to go for a walk outside the camp, and it was at that time that I saw an old knight with his attendants, standing in the logistics camp and looking at the camp of Duke Mason, and the old man who seemed to be agile stared at the camp for a long time, and did not seek pleasure like other nobles, so I paid more attention."

"And then?" Sir Able asked, frowning.

"Then they disappeared into the woods outside the logistics camp, and that's all I know." Maggie rubbed her hands together and said with a sigh of relief.

"Who's that old man?" Arold also frowned, he thought of something, but he didn't dare to say it.

"Could it be the Duke of Saxony, only he is in line with his age, I didn't expect him to be so bold." Sir Able gasped, marveling at the Duke of Saxony's audacity in his lonely penetration into the enemy camp.

"He's been staring at Lord Mason's camp~~~." Arold looked up, his mind seemed to catch something, it seemed to have happened in the past, and it was at this moment that he saw the torch planted in the shed, and said with a tread on his thigh, "It's the bonfire, damn it, it's the number of the bonfire that betrays us." ”