There was a lively banquet going on in the court of the Duke of Bavaria, and the Duke sat on his throne, but he was not as solemn as usual, the Duke's chest was soaked with ale, his thick chest hair was exposed, and a fat cook sat in the Duke's arms.

"Hahaha, drink quickly, don't try to avoid my eyes." The Duke of Bavaria, blushing and drunk, stretched out his hand to touch the cook's waist and pointed at a baron and shouted loudly.

"It's the Duke." The baron reluctantly picked up the glass and poured it into his mouth, although his expression was painful when he drank, but in fact he was able to drink the ale for three whole days, which was an extremely fortunate thing.

"Where's the Duke?" Balk walked in through the gate, and he asked a man near the door.

"Look, he's the one who drinks the most." The drunken drunkard pointed in the direction of the duke, and sure enough, it was the duke of Bavaria who was the most noisy, and Balk pursed his lips and walked towards the duke, his expression a little stern and incompatible with the cheerful environment here.

"Dang Chang~~~." As Balk squeezed through the crowd, there was some commotion and uneasiness, and those who stood in his way were staggered by him, but even a drunken drunkard could sense the danger in Balk.

"Uh, Balk, my warrior, come here." When the Duke of Bavaria saw Balk walking towards him, he jumped down from his chair and pushed the woman away from him, and shouted to Balk with his arms open.

"Lord Duke." Balk bowed to the Duke of Bavaria.

"You're welcome, come and drink, I'll get you a big cup." The Duke of Bavaria was waiting for Balk's arrival, snatching a glass from the man next to him, pouring the contents on the ground, and then pouring the contents of the jug into the glass.

"I'm sorry Lord Duke. Things messed up and the prey ran away. Balk didn't reach for his glass, he said to the Duke of Bavaria.

"What? The prey ran away? Are you pigs? The Duke of Bavaria's hand holding the glass stopped in mid-air, his eyes widened at Balk's words, and after a moment's pause, he began to curse, and the Duke's strong lung capacity squeezed the sentence out quickly. Even in the noisy halls, it is especially loud.

"Jingle ~~~~." When the duke's angry voice echoed through the hall, it suddenly became quiet, and the people looked at each other, and no one made a sound except for the crisp sound of the wine jug hitting the ground.

"Get out~~~." The Duke of Bavaria shouted at the people in the hall, and his drunken body shook a little, and Balk hurriedly stepped forward to support the Duke, but the Duke shook his hand away.

"Boom~~~." Seeing that the Duke of Bavaria, who was still in high spirits just now, was angry, the people attending the banquet hurriedly got up and left, and some people who were drunk and couldn't walk were carried away by their friends. Suddenly, the hall that had just been noisy was left with only the Duke and Balke, and the smell of wine and mess.

"Say, how did he escape, I don't believe you can't catch a kid who grows up in a greenhouse." The Duke of Bavaria turned and staggered to grasp the armrest of the wooden chair, then turned around and sat down in the chair, leaning back in it and curling up in it, belching at Balk.

"Originally, our soldiers surrounded that forest, and it was impossible for Duke Mason to escape from it. But I don't know why one of the soldiers broke away, so I suspect that they took Duke Mason with him. Balk reported to the Duke of Bavaria.

"What? Our own soldiers. That's impossible. The Duke of Bavaria said in disbelief that the concept of tribe was very strong in this era, and no one would risk betraying his own people to help an outsider.

"I don't believe it either, but I've found the missing soldiers, who once served Lord Eberhard." Balk kicked an empty wine glass at his feet with his boot, and he looked down at the wine glass rolling on the ground. Then he looked up at the Duke.

"Eberhard?" The Duke of Bavaria's body straightened suddenly, and he seemed to think of something, but he was not sure.

Outside a dilapidated farmhouse, several Bavarian soldiers in leather armor were watching warily as a flock of chickens clucked past them. Their master had been sent away, and it was a very remote place from the castle and town of the Duke of Bavaria.

"Who the hell are you? Why brought me here? Abel sat on a broken chair in the middle of the cabin, and at the door two Bavarian soldiers stared at him without squinting, and they answered no question from Duke Mason.

The cottage was rudimentary, with a row of sticks stuck in a light-filled hole, but Abel the Duke of Mason did not want to escape through the window, because there was a Bavarian soldier standing under the window, and he guarded Abel so closely.

"Gotta get it." At this moment, the sound of horses' hooves was heard from the country road, and the Bavarian soldiers immediately became alert, and they put their hands on the hilt of their swords at their waists, looking ready for battle.

"It's Lord Eberhard." But a voice came from outside the door, and Duke Mason was surprised to hear Eberhard's name.

"Lift the alert." The Bavarian soldiers let go of their grips on the hilts of their swords, and some lowered their well-wound crossbows, showing that these soldiers were experienced in battle.

"Squeak." Soon the wooden door was opened, and the son of the Duke of Bavaria, Eberhard, strode in, unfastened his cloak and handed it to the soldiers, who took it and left the hut, leaving only Duke Eberhard and Duke Mason.

"Gurgle~~." Duke Mason stood up, so nervous that he slammed the broken chair to the ground, but he didn't care about it at this time.

"Lord Mason, what's wrong with you? You seem to be afraid of me, huh? Eberhard stood in the doorway and looked at the nervous Duke Mason, took off his leather gloves, and asked the Duke of Mason.

"Of course, what are you and your father going to do? Why attacked me and my retinue, swear in the name of God, I protest against your massacre of noble retinues. Abel the Duke of Mason said angrily to Eberhard.

"I don't know what my father was going to do? But I will protect you safely, and I swear by my honor that I will protect you. Eberhard assured Duke Mason.

"Ha, you and your father's reputation are worthless, how can I trust you." After witnessing the tragic deaths of his knights and retinue, Duke Mason was extremely angry with the Duke of Bavaria.

"If it weren't for me, you would have died at the hands of Balk, isn't that enough to prove my resolve to you?" Eberhard said as he looked at Duke Mason. (To be continued......)