A group of soldiers were marching on the muddy path, carrying four-meter spears on their shoulders, but their bodies were in tattered clothes, which made the travelers on the road almost think that they had encountered the robbers of the green forest, but when they saw the nobles walking in front of them on horseback, they muttered a few words and no longer dodged, the nobles were behind them with a flag embroidered with the coat of arms of a black lion to indicate their identity, but in this marching procession were mixed with six caravans, which were filled with some goods and goods, which made this team nondescript, Like mercenaries, like the private soldiers of nobles, or armed caravans of merchants.

The caravan generally has to pay the toll tax when passing through the lord's territory, and the checkpoints of the lords are enough to double the price of ordinary goods after they reach their destination, but this is aimed at the merchant class, and the nobles do not have to pay taxes when they pass, because the nobles who represent God have this privilege, so Arold swaggered with the Swiss mercenaries and his caravan through the lord's checkpoint, and no one dared to stop him and his goods, in other words, Arold's goods were sold at zero rate, Of course, the amount of money that can be earned is more than that of ordinary merchants.

After several days of trekking, Arold finally returned to the village of Black Marsh with his men, the wheels used in the medieval caravan were made of whole pieces of wood, without spokes, very cumbersome and inconvenient, not to mention that the lords only cared about collecting tolls, but never spent money on repairing the road, the muddy road was overgrown with weeds, and the caravan often needed to be pushed hard, and the slightest mistake would fall into the mud puddle and not move, resulting in the return journey taking twice as long as the time when they went.

"Arold." When Arold returned to Baron Wendell's lord's house, Baron Wendell and Yves greeted him happily, but their smiles froze when they saw the hundred Swiss behind Arold.

"I'm back." In addition to their own spears and weapons, the Swiss people behind him lacked clothes and armor, and looked more like bandits than soldiers.

"Are the soldiers in my barony so poor?" Baron Wendell asked Arold in surprise.

"Oh no, listen to me." Arold sighed, and seemed to be unable to tell Baron Wendell what had happened, and repeatedly stressed that the Swiss would be loyal and reliable.

"So, you ignored my orders and left more than a hundred elite sergeants unnecessary, but brought me a hundred damned mercenaries." Baron Wendell took Arold to a corner where the mercenaries could not hear them, his tone a little angry, and Arold's self-assertion upset him.

"I thought that when you knew what was going on, you would make the same choice." Arold didn't feel that he had done anything wrong, did he know that the thugs would ransack the barony, but still transfer the soldiers inside, and let the women and children in Fort Lida be slaughtered?

"Shut up, how can you know my thoughts, only God can know my thoughts, that is my territory. And I'm disappointed that I have given you a goddamn order that is so clear and simple, that you can't even do it. Arjord's attempt to defend himself completely angered Baron Wendell, and his face turned red, and he almost roared and shouted to Arrold, the kidnapping of Lady Eva made the baron extremely anxious, and almost every night he looked at the empty ** couch, he was tormented by missing his wife.

"I see." Arold looked at Baron Wendell in front of him, and his heart was also angry, in the days and nights with the Wendell family, he was almost about to regard himself as a member of this family, and tried his best to plan for the interests of the entire family, but Baron Wendell's angry scolding completely made Arold feel cold, and also made him completely understand that there was no need for him to be under the fence.

"What's wrong?" Yves opened his mouth wide and looked at Baron Wendell, who was angrily entering the lord's house, and Arold, who was standing there with a cold face, and the two seemed to have a heated argument.

"I'll get out of here, and since my father doesn't like these mercenaries, I'll take them with me." Arold made up his mind, and he said to Ive, who was a little worried.

"What? Leave? But we also have to deal with Dean Robert and his mercenaries. Yves looked at Arrod, who was expressionless in front of him, and said anxiously to Arold.

"Okay, I'll settle somewhere in the swamp for the time being, and I'll leave when I'm done." Arrod nodded, in fact, he had already decided to lead the Swiss mercenaries alone to rescue Madame Eva, after all, after he traveled to the Middle Ages, this Madame Eva still cared for her, and rescuing her was the last thing he did to the Wendell family.

Arold did what he said, he did not stop at Baron Wendell's house, and led a hundred Swiss mercenaries to be stationed near the marshland, where the village was very remote, and it was also conducive to Arold to do something he had to do, and Baron Wendell was angry with Arold's unauthorized assertions, and had no hope for this disobedient second son, so he could only pick up a pen and write a lot of letters, and let the servants ride horses to find his old friends and colleagues to borrow troops from them, and the time gradually passed a week.

"What are you going to do, Lord Arrod?" Jodo's daughter, Leila, watched as Arold ordered the soldiers to build a wooden plank on the swamp, and the soldier stood on the plank and paddled on the swamp with a spear, and when he came to the bubbling place in the middle of the swamp, he used a clay pot to fill it with the viscous black liquid inside.

"This is asphalt produced in the swamp, hehe, others look at this swamp as waste, but in my eyes it is a rare treasure." Arold looked at Leila and said with a smile, since breaking with Baron Wendell, Arold suddenly felt that he had let go of the shackles of the family, and his heart was much more relaxed, he was no longer bound by the red tape of those noble honors, and now he also had soldiers and money, in this case, it was better to do it alone, with his knowledge of crossing the crowd, couldn't he deal with Robert?

"Lord Arrod, what are you doing with all this stinking stuff?" Julian frowned at Arrod's baby-like storage of asphalt, almost pinching his nose to exhale, the liquid in these clay pots emitted a pungent smell that no one could stand except the Swiss who obeyed orders.

"Julian, I asked you to scout the terrain, how are you scouting?" Arold paid the Swiss food is about to bottom out, although he managed to sell the goods to make a lot of money, but the food of a hundred people still put pressure on him, and Baron Wendell no longer gave him any help, which made Arold need a quick battle to end everything here, fortunately, the nobles of this era are very particular about fighting, and they generally have to write a war book to agree on the venue before starting the war, so Arold has thought of a clever plan.

"Yes, there is a narrow valley here, which is easy to defend and difficult to attack, but the enemy may not agree to fight here, but they will choose a flat open field." Julian rode between the monastery of St. Fonso and the territory of Black Marsh Village, and he searched the terrain required by Arrod to find a place that met his requirements.

"Well, yes, I remember that there is an open plain near here, we can agree on where to go first, and then retreat to lure them to move the battlefield here." Arold looked at Julian's rudimentary map on sheepskin, Julian was good at fighting, but he had no talent for drawing, and Arold even wondered if he could go somewhere to kidnap a painter.

Robert in the monastery of St. Fonso was actually not idle, he also sent his own people to investigate Baron Wendell's movements, why he rejected Captain Rudolph's plan to sack the Black Marsh Village in the early stage, it was because he was worried that the Wendell family, who was a vassal of Duke Mason, asked Duke Mason for help after being attacked, and his move might cause the duke's displeasure, so he contacted his relationship in Fort Mason, trying to find out from Duke Mason's court if he annexed the land of the Wendell family, The news of whether the duke will intervene or not.

"Your Excellency, although the news from the Duke's court is that the Duke is not interested in the survival of the Wendell family. However, before I left, Arold of the Wendell family had been given five wagons of cargo personally escorted by the Duke's guard, and we had no idea what was inside the caravan. ”

"In this way, the Duke is actually secretly supporting the Wendell family." When he heard that Arold had received material support from the Herman family, Robert couldn't help but dispel the idea of attacking while the Wendell family was empty, who knew what Duke Mason really thought in his heart, if he sent troops to invade the territory of the Wendell family, Duke Mason took the opportunity to attack, which was not something he could solve as an abbot, and this matter made Robert almost lose his hair.

"Your Excellency, Arrod, the second son of Baron Wendell, has sent a message that he has asked us to fight." Just as Robert was frowning, one of his men brought him a message from Arrod, a message from the First Treaty War.

"Oh, is it a private war?" When Robert heard the news, he was not angry but happy, if the members of the Wendell family took the initiative to make a war, then the nature would be completely different, it was a war between nobles to deal with private affairs, even Duke Mason, as a feudal lord, had no right to interfere.

"Your Excellency Abbot, we should find out if Arold is able to represent his father, Baron Wendell." Captain Rudolph cautiously suggested to Robert.

"It's okay, we just need an excuse to fight." Robert didn't care if Arold could represent the Baron, as long as he was a member of the Wendell family.