Amid the bustle of the tavern, where drunks brag and babble to each other, and plump maids shuttle around, this two-story tavern is the largest in the territory, and both nobles and commoners alike like to come here for a small drink at nightfall.

"Six, six, oh God, Christ, damn it." Of course, the only thing that attracts men is the busty waitresses, who are at the tables in the corners, and in this age of lack of entertainment, there is nothing more exciting than gambling.

"I'm about to lose everything, and I had bad luck today." A civilian stood up from the table and muttered frustration as he left.

"Who else, haha, the Angel of Victory has come to me tonight." Sitting triumphantly at the table was a young Saxon nobleman with supple blonde hair and a stubborn chin, and his clothes were brightly coloured.

"Sir Brand, your luck is so good that no one dares to be your opponent anymore." Some of the others were holding wine glasses, and some were shaking their heads with their arms crossed and red.

"It's a disappointment." Sir Brand put his legs on the table, he leaned back on the wooden chair, and looked around the people defiantly, but no one wanted to gamble with him, and just as Sir Brand lowered his legs and was about to sweep the money from the table into his purse, a figure slipped through the crowd and sat down opposite him.

"Let me be your opponent." Webster said to Sir Brand with a smile on his face.

"Does this really work? Find a drunkard or a gambler here. Outside the tavern, listening to the loud shouting inside the tavern, Arold and Osveld stood in the cold wind and complained.

"Maybe Webster really has a way." Arold wrapped his cloak around his body, looked at the wooden sign of the tavern that was creaking in the wind, and said casually to Osveld.

"Your Excellency. How could you take such a slick liar as your henchman? When Osvid first saw Webster, he was filled with contempt for this posturing so-called artist.

"Chickens and dogs sometimes have their own unique uses." Arold smiled slightly, regardless of whether Osvid understood his words or not.

"Bang." When Arold and Auswid waited for a long time in the cold wind, the door to the tavern finally opened, and Ser Brand and Webster walked out with their shoulders on their backs, talking and laughing, and Arold and Osveld were dumbfounded.

"Your Excellency. This is Sir Brand, who is willing to serve you. Webster pointed to the Saxon nobleman Sir Brand beside him.

"Hello Sir, I am the Duke of Mecklenburg, Arold. Wendell. Arold said to Sir Brand.

"Your Excellency the Duke is glad to meet you, this friend of mine has already told me what happened, and I will go to my woman and ask her to intercede with Her Royal Highness." Sir Brand straightened up proudly, and said to Arryd, as if he was particularly proud of the lady-in-waiting who could hook up with the Anglo-Saxon princess.

"Did this work?" Arold involuntarily asked Webster.

"Don't worry, Lord Duke, since Sir Brand has agreed. This matter must not be difficult for him. Webster smiled mysteriously and nodded to Arrode.

"How did you buy him, it's less than a night?" After Sir Brand left, Osvid asked Webster curiously.

"It's very simple, for this kind of person who is addicted to gambling, of course, just accompany him to gamble. I started by losing a little money to him, and when he got carried away, he said let's just play a big one. Put all the money up. Webster shrugged his shoulders and said to Osvid.

"And then?" Osvid was drawn to Webster's words. Then he asked.

"Of course I won, and then I'll make my own request to him in exchange for a write-off of the debt." Webster was well aware of the problems of these Saxon aristocrats, and how much damage to their reputation would be if they did not repay their debts.

"I see, but how dare you guarantee that you will win?" When Osveld rode his horse. Suddenly he remembered something and said to Webster.

"Ha, that's not hard for me." Webster stretched out his left hand, and in the bright moonlight, Osveld saw two bone dice spin between Webster's slender fingers, as if by magic, appearing and disappearing.

"Treacherous fellow." Osvid blurted out.

Inside the royal palace of Saxony. The Anglo-Saxon princess's maid was slowly walking through the cloister, when suddenly a strong arm reached out from a corner of the cloister and dragged her towards her, pressing her against the wall.

"Who is it?" The maid's eyes widened in panic, and a large hand covered her mouth.

"Shhh It was Sir Brand who had seized the lady-in-waiting, and he said to her with a wicked grin.

"Sir Brad, you bad fellow, how long has it been since you came to me?" Seeing the handsome Sir Brand, the bodymaid's tense body relaxed, and she clenched her fist and pounded Sir Brand's chest. ‘

"Of course I miss you very much, my beauty, but I have to wait until I have the opportunity to blend into the palace."

"Come on, your father is the head of the royal family, you can sneak in at any time, just see if your heart is not here." The valet said disapprovingly with a thick Anglo-Saxon accent.

"Hehe, don't talk about this, my beauty, I miss you to death." Ser Brand grabbed the handmaiden by the wrist and led her into a room next to the cloister, and after a sneaky look around, he closed the door tightly, and there were many of these rooms in the palace ready to entertain guests, so they had no fear of being discovered.

After a moment of love, and following the dress that had been taken off from the doorway, to the two of them leaning side by side on a large bed, Sir Brand put his golden fur arm around his handmaiden like a skinned lamb, and they were panting and sweating profusely.

"Tell me, what the hell are you looking for me this time?" The personal maid also knew that Sir Brand was willing to come to her, and there must be something to ask for, although she knew it, but in this court far from home, it was very lonely and difficult to live without a man.

"There's one thing you have to help with." A smile spread over Sir Brand's handsome face, and he kissed the forehead of the woman beside him. (To be continued......)