Brother Robert's reasoning is too bizarre, if Arold is really related to the Eastern Roman Empire, why has no one contacted the Wendell family after all these years. It seemed to Count Lauzitz that perhaps Arrod's terrible weapon was a secret obtained by chance, but he was thrilled that he might not be in his own hands with a terrible weapon capable of crushing the Bohemian cavalry and sweeping away a fleet.

"Grover will spare you this time, but if there is a next time, do you know the consequences of those who betray me?" Count Lauzitz looked at the pitiful Grover in front of him, weighed the value of this information, and said to Grover after a moment.

"Thank you, Lord Earl, merciful lord, and I swear to the Lord that there will never be a next time." Grover hurriedly lit his head like garlic, it seems that the most dangerous level has passed, and there is no way for Count Lauzetts to accept the three wild boar brothers again, after the castle in Lausitz County was breached, his army was lost, and a group of Viking pirates hired to make trouble in his manor all day long, drank all the wine he hid in the cellar, and his men were completely understaffed.

"Don't thank me, I have something for you to do, which is a sign of your loyalty to me." Count Lauzitz touched his chin with his hand, and his eyes showed a fierce look, and his teeth clucked and were full of hatred.

"I'm here for you, my master." Grover hurriedly agreed.

In a moor near the border in County Mason, there is a small, unknown village. It is a village in the middle of nowhere, where the peasants are self-sufficient yeoman farmers, working hard to cultivate the barren land and live a hard and peaceful life, but this day is interrupted by a series of horses' hooves.

"Gotta, gotta, gotta ~~~." Twelve nobles in fresh clothes galloped over the moor, and the wind that swept through the moor rattled the banner held by a knight, and the sound of horses' hooves alarmed the people of the village. They clenched in horror at the weapons they could find. Farm tools such as forks, sticks, and flails were now the only things they could find to protect their homes, and in this dark age bandits, and even banished knights who had lost their fiefs, often attacked villages with hunger. Burning, killing, and looting are all evil.

"Go and call the people of the Hoerland family to support us." The village elder grabs a villager. Said to him hurriedly.

"It's the Elder." The villagers hurried to the rear of the village. The rest of the villagers lined up tightly to block the entrance to the village, and they had to unite to protect their homes and the last bit of rations.

The house of the Holland family is located on a high ground behind the village. As the nobles and protectors of this village, when the village was attacked, they must have thought of them at first, and the villagers climbed up to the high ground panting, and the houses on the high ground were in ruins, the roofs were covered with thick thatch, and then pressed with a few stones to prevent the thatch from being blown away in windy weather, the wooden pillars supporting the houses were rusty, and two young boys were fighting seriously in front of the house with two sticks in their hands, but they were too small and dragging their noses.

"Willy, Jason, is your father, Master Claude, here?" The villager climbed to the house panting, and he put his hands on his knees, and before he could catch his breath, he said to the two young boys.

"Yes, he's gone to plow the land." The little brown-haired boy, who was a little taller, wiped his snot with his sleeve and said to the villagers who ran for help.

"Yes, quick, call Master Claude back." The villager hurriedly said.

"Jason is going to call Dad, is the robber coming?" The older boy instructed his brother, then turned to the frightened villagers.

"Yes, it may be the robber baron, God, these terrible robbers are on horseback." The villagers made a cross on their chests with their fingers, and there was no way to survive in this dangerous era without the protection of the strong, although the patrol team from Mason Castle would regularly clean up the bandits, but those robbers always attacked the village everywhere.

"What's wrong?" At this time, a woman came out of the humble house, she wrapped her head and chin in a white turban, her face was yellow and thin, and her clothes were fat and bloated, and she completely looked like a rural peasant woman.

"Mom is a robber, a robber on horseback." The little boy turned to his mother.

"God forbid." The woman wiped her hands with her apron and made a cross on her chest, looking worried.

"Daddy is here." At that moment came a burly man from the back of the room, with unkempt millet hair, almost tangled with his beard, dressed in a shabby coarse linen shirt, and holding his youngest son in his left hand.

"Master Claude, quick, save our village." When the villagers saw the man begging, Claude hurriedly put down his little son, said to the villagers to wait a moment, and then bent down and went into his humble hut, and his wife hurriedly followed.

"Smack." Claude walked to the room that was almost ventilated on all sides, there was a large wooden box in the southeast direction, the copper nails on it were polished very brightly, when Clouen opened the wooden box, revealing a sharp sword with a leather scabbard and an iron helmet with a nose guard, he stretched out his hand and touched a wooden box with a large gap, in the wooden box in addition to this sharp sword, there was also a set of chain mail, but unfortunately the chain mail has been sold, leaving only the empty wooden box containing the chain mail.

"Claude, how can you fight without armor?" Claude's wife stood behind him, her tone full of concern.

"I still have a shield, help me get it." Claude said to his wife, putting on his nose-guarding helmet and sling his sword around his waist.

When Claude's wife gave him a pointed shield, Claude grabbed it and strode out of his humble house. His wife whispered Claude's name, and he paused slightly, but then raised his head and walked on.

"How many of them are there?" Claude asked the villagers as he walked, it was basic military common sense to figure out the strength of the opponent before fighting, and when he learned that there were dozens of people on the other side and each riding a horse wearing armor, his heart chuckled, this was by no means something he could deal with alone, but the noble gentry who had formed an offensive and defensive alliance in the surrounding villages were all serving in the military, and there were few men who could fight, and it was too late to report the news.

"Gray Law ~~~." When Claude walked into the village. He carefully ducked behind debris and eaves. The neighing of warhorses and the grinding of armor and weapons were heard.

"What's going on?" Claude leaned down cautiously, and saw through a crack in a pile of firewood that the village elders and villagers were surrounded by the cavalry, and they seemed to be saying something. Could it be that he was disarmed so quickly?

"What should we do?" The villager who followed him said in horror. It seems that the force of these cavalry is very terrifying. Even the elders had given up resistance, but Claude had no intention of giving up, and it was his sacred duty to protect the village. He had to live his life to fulfill this duty.

"For the sake of honor, God bears witness for me, and for the sake of my son Rudolph, please bless him as a valiant knight." Although Claude had never been a knight in his life, it was clear that he had put his hopes in his own children, and he gently drew his sword, stuck the tip of it into the ground, and prayed silently against the hilt of the cross, and then stood up sharply.

"Wow, wow~~~." Claude jumped out of the back of the house, holding his shield in one hand and his sword in the other, and he rushed at his opponent with a loud roar of rage, an attempt to disrupt and intimidate his opponent so that the people of the village could escape, but the villagers looked at him in amazement and no one moved.

"Bell~~." With a few crisp sounds, the warriors on horseback drew their swords one after another, and then Claude realized that they hadn't drawn their swords at all, what the hell was going on, and when he looked up, he saw a knight holding a banner in his hand, which was unfurled in the wind, and it turned out to be a black lion with teeth and claws, and he suddenly woke up.

"An earl? Why did an earl come here? He stopped his movements in astonishment, as if he had been frozen by a spell, but the knights guarding the earl would not stop, and they immediately mounted forward, and the sound of the Grey Law crashed into Claude.

"Lords, please don't hurt him, he is our protector." The village elder hurriedly shouted.

"Stop." At this time, a young nobleman surrounded by the knights of the inner palace said loudly, and when his voice fell, the knights tightened their crotch and put their horses, and the horses neighed, jumped away and brushed Crowne's side.

"Woo~~." Crawn watched the stumbling horse pass by him, nervously almost throwing the shield he was holding on to the ground, but fortunately he still held his shield and weapon tightly and did not make a fool of himself.

"You're Claude. Hollan? Then the young nobleman came out of the crowd of knights, riding a white steed and mighty, and as he walked slowly towards Claude, the invisible majesty and pressure made Claude bow his head.

"That's right, I'm Claude. Holland, a retired low-ranking foot sergeant of Lord Lord Mason. ”

"Great, I've finally found you, I'm the palace minister of the Duchy of Mason, Count of Mecklenburg, Arrode. Wendell. At the sound of Clounn's name, the young nobleman had a look of delight on his face, smiled and nodded to the knights beside him, and revealed his identity.

"Palace, Miya-sama." Claude raised his head and looked at the young nobleman incredulously, and suddenly remembered that he heard his colleagues who came to his house talk about the palace minister, the old Arrod has a series of titles, each of which will make ordinary people staggered, I didn't expect that one day a legendary palace minister would appear in front of him.

"What the hell is going on? Why does Claude seem to be demented? The villagers looked at the stunned Claude and felt very strange. The rugged warrior had never disdained anyone.

"Stop, stop, all kneel, this is the palace minister of the Duchy of Mason." Claude reacted, quickly threw his shield and sword, fell to his knees on the ground, and shouted to the stupid villagers in the village, although they still felt inexplicable after hearing Claude's words, but the villagers still fell to their knees one after another.

"Get up, get up." Arold didn't think of reporting his identity. It caused such a big reaction. He said it again and again, but to no avail, so he jumped down from his horse and stood in front of Claude to lift the retired sergeant up.

"How did Lord Gong Xiang come to a poor country like us?" Claude didn't expect a great nobleman like Arold to be so amiable, and he didn't have the arrogance and distance of a great nobleman at all. So he boldly asked.

"I'm Claude who came for you." Arold looked at the helmet in front of him. The clothes on his body were in tatters. The sword in his hand was worth a lot, but the shield was an obsolete thing, and it seemed that it was exactly as Rudolph said. His family was not well-off.

"Looking for me?" Claude looked at Arrod curiously, blinked his eyes, and asked suspiciously.

"That's right, you have a son named Rudolph, don't you?" Arrod looked at the scar marks on the skin that emerged from the chest of his shirt, and it seemed that this was also a veteran of a hundred battles, who had worked all his life on the battlefield, but lived such a poor life after returning home.

"Yes, has something happened to my son? I asked a colleague to give him to a nobleman as an entourage, could it be that he did not cause any trouble. The simple Claude asked worriedly, wondering what kind of trouble his son had caused, and he had let the head of the palace of a country, the Prime Minister of the Palace, personally go out, he knew that his son had been highly expected by himself since he was a child, so he had some arrogance and impulsiveness, but what kind of trouble could he cause?

"No, your son is very good, he has shown excellent in the service of me, and he has been awarded the title and title of knight by me." Arold shook his head and explained to Claude that when he heard that his son had been awarded the title of knight, his eyes couldn't help but turn red, and tears unconsciously flowed from the corners of his eyes.

"Thank you, Lord Miya, I have a request, can you let me meet my son." Claude wiped the corners of his eyes with his rough fingers, this warrior who had shed blood many times on the battlefield, but at this time he was in tears, and he was a little embarrassed in front of the palace minister of the Duchy of Mason.

"It's a pity, Lord Claude, that your son, Rudolph, was killed by the bad guys while doing his duty." At this time, Arold was a little embarrassed and speechless, he glanced at the knight of the inner palace next to Ron, and Ron quickly explained to Claude.

"What? Rudolph is dead. Claude opened his mouth in amazement, he was full of hope that his son would glorify the family business, but he died at such a young age, God is so unfair, why did he not die with gray sideburns, but his son died.

"Rest assured, I will punish the murderer severely." Arold looked at Claude with a worried face, and his heart was also painful, parents always love their children the same heart, which made him deepen his hatred for Count Lauzitz.

Although he heard the news of the death of his son Rudolph, which made Claude very sad, he still endured the pain in his heart, and decided to invite Arold and his knights to stay for a dinner party as a landlord, because the simplicity of his house was not suitable for entertaining a great nobleman like Arold, so Claude asked the people of the village to carry out a large wooden table that had only been brought out during the harvest season, and this wooden table was enough for more than thirty people to sit down together, and then slaughtered a ploughing ox. Five chickens and five ducks became the food for the banquet, and the people of the village were simple and hospitable, and they did their best to prepare a qiē food to entertain the amiable nobleman, and Arold accepted the invitation of the villagers and led his knights of the inner palace to participate in this open-air banquet.

"Lalala, the river is clear, wrapping around my waist like a belt~~~." When the feast was on the upper part, the maidens of the village also came out of the houses where they had taken refuge, and joined in the feast, and they pulled up the corners of their skirts, and with their bare feet, they danced and sang together on the ground, and they usually jumped in circles with each other in pairs, and gradually the warm atmosphere made the knights under Arrod's men also interested, and they joined in the dance, and the people who sat on the wooden tables slapped the beats, laughing and making noise, and it was as happy as a festival, In such a simple and happy environment, Arold gradually relaxed, as if he was integrated into this situation, and the memory of his previous life seemed to be a grotesque dream, and he Arold seemed to be a person of this era at all. (To be continued......)