There were few tools to use in the forest, but a careful search could still find something useful, Arold used his sword to cut off a branch, found a dry vine from behind a large tree, a few smooth pebbles in a trickle of woods, and beyond that the mud and sand on the river beach.

Yves drew closer and closer with his sword, and the thunderous knight reflexively became cautious as he entered the woods, the low bushes, the dense woods hiding the smell of danger.

"Whoa, whoa!" A gray shadow suddenly jumped out of the bushes, and Yves immediately roared and stabbed a sword in which direction.

"Chirp." A badger barks and struggles on the ground, blood dripping on its fur and dirt, just a small creature frightened by Yves.

"Damn it." Eves straightened up, cursed, and took a few steps to thrust his sword into the deadly neck of the badger.

"Whoosh." Just as Ifu drew his sword and tried to wipe the blood on it, a shadow flew from behind the tree, and before Ifu could react, he was entangled in something, and he looked closely at a dead vine, but two pebbles were tied to the ends of the vine, and when the processed vine flew over, inertia caused it to wrap around Ive's body and arms.

"Arold!" Yves was a little puzzled at first, but he quickly reacted and called out Arrod's name.

"Kill." Arold sincerely thanked his military training coach in college, although he always cried with a black face to the practice of these half-grown children, but the bayonets of their class were all too good, Arold took the flattened branch and rushed up to stab Yve's chest at the position of the Tanzhong acupoint.

"Oh." Yifu, who was stabbed in Tan, only felt that the blood in his body was gathering in his chest, and he couldn't help arching himself like a shrimp, and his complexion lost his previous blood, but his strong physical fitness made him stiffen and only snorted a few times.

"Tsk, grass." Although he hit Yves's vital point, but did not completely defeat him, Arold immediately withdrew the branch and prepared to attack again, but at this time, the enraged Yves let out a loud cry and broke free from the flexible vines.

"What are you doing?" Just when the two sides were already red-eyed, a deep middle-aged man's majestic voice sounded.

"Father." The two saw their father, Sir Wendell, riding a horse, watching them from behind their side.

Sir Wendell looked at the two brothers who were fighting with a serious face, and he received reports from the villagers that his two sons were fighting in the woods, so he hurried to stop them on his horse.

Yves broke free of the vine and angrily kicked Arold to the ground, holding his sword in his hand, the sharp tip of the sword aimed at Arold's chest, and his red eyes stared at Arold's face, from which he did not see any expression of fear.

"Enough, I said enough." Sir Wendell rode forward and stood between them with the side of his horse, a horse that was Sir Wendell's favourite, with a well-groomed fur and a very good fit with his master.

"I'll kill him sooner or later." Yves threatened angrily, and then left without looking back.

Sir Wendell looked with interest at Arrod who had risen from the ground, the roughness of the eldest son was commonplace, and in this unquiet age, it was not a bad thing to have a grumpy heir, but his own second son, who had always been weak, had the courage to face the wrath of Eve.

"I wanted to send you to your uncle's convent, but now I feel glad I didn't." Sir Wendell shook his head slightly, and then turned his horse's head and walked out, the steed leaping lightly through the woods, carrying his master.

"Bah, shit." Arold burst into a foul mouth, sand and spit on the ground in his mouth, he didn't want to come to this era, he felt that his body was dirty, indeed he hadn't taken a bath for a week, and bathing was a very complicated project for people in this era, because the climate in Europe was cold at this time, he couldn't go to the river to bathe so that he would catch a cold and die of fever, so he could only spend a lot of firewood to burn a few large buckets of water, and he was looking for a large enough manger to accommodate himself, and closed the doors and windows tightly, When all this is done, you can comfortably enjoy the fun of cleaning.

For the peasants, they didn't have enough firewood to boil water, and the dead wood and leaves they picked up in the lord's forest were only enough for cooking, and most of the nobles were lazy and unwilling to bother, so the people here always exuded a strong body odor, which made Arold who had just come to this era almost faint, but then probably Arold himself was dirty enough, and he was used to all this. It's just that his patience is gradually weakening, coupled with his hapless brother and his indifferent father, he misses his messy and dirty little room full of all kinds of modern integrated circuit boards, and the cold shower in the narrow bathroom, he never thought that he would miss this thing immensely.

While Arold was worried about all this, Sir Wendell also ushered in his own troubles, Duke Mason finally had a fight with the Duke of Saxony over a territorial dispute, and the two noble nobles quarreled in the Imperial Diet, but the mouth could not solve the problem of the two, and the Duke of Mason immediately ordered his nephew, Count of Lauzitz, to Dedi, after stating his claims in the Imperial Diet. Feng. Vidin summoned his vassals, knowing that the Duke of Saxony would do the same.

Duke Mason's heralds and messengers shuttled between the vassals, and soon after layers of communication, Sir Wendell also received this order, and as a direct knight of Duke Mason's family, he was asked to arrive at the Duke's territory within the time limit, with his own equipment, horses, and ten strong armed servants, where they would follow Duke Mason's next instructions.

"My dear, the Duke ordered me to go on a campaign, and this time I want to take Ifu with me." In the dead of night, Arrod tossed and turned as he thought about his own business, so he heard Sir Wendell and his wife talking through the thin floor on the second floor, and Eves was snoozing in the other room, the dust falling from the attic with his snoring, and the squeaking of rats between the straw beams in the attic.

"Would you like to bring Yve?"

"Yes, I have paid a large sum of money to make Yves a knight, as long as I fight a few battles to get the duke's appreciation, and the booty on the battlefield, it will be enough to cover our debts." Sir Wendell's tone was a little difficult to say, Wendell's wife comforted and leaned on her husband's shoulder, she was very reluctant to let her son go to the battlefield of life and death, but how could she fill the financial gap if she didn't go to war, the upcoming harvest festival needed to prepare a lot of food and wine, the hard-working farmers needed to rest and eat and drink, and it was also the lord's duty to entertain the farmers who farmed for themselves.

"And what about little Arrod? Is he going too? ”

"No, I won't take him with me this time, he's still too young, and besides, I don't have any extra equipment for him, and I can't even give him a shield." Sir Wendell sighed and put his hand on his forehead, distraught at his incompetence.

"All will be well, with the blessing of the Lord." Sir Wendell's wife kissed her husband on the cheek, she had made up her mind to sell the extra pottery, the merchant who had come from the provincial guild had taken a look at one or two of his collection last time, and perhaps the next time he came, he would have consulted with him what the pot-bellied fellow was called.

"I didn't expect to encounter this kind of family financial crisis after crossing over?" Arold took his eyes off the gap in the floor, and he lay down again in his hay nest, the rough straw tickled his body, although he never expected to have a Germanic father and mother before the crossing, but it was clear that they loved their family very much, and did their best to keep it alive in these difficult times.

The next morning, as usual, to the cries of Arrod's young sister, the whole family got up and got busy, and the first thing Eve's did was to go into the stable and get a bucket of water to wash his beloved horse, naked. Arold had to help his mother make a fire and cook, and the shabby fireplace Ritz's roasting tongs were bubbling with sticky porridge, and their father, Sir Wendell, was rummaging through his arsenal for a few pieces of worn-out leather armor and a bent bow with loose strings, his shield was covered in dust and chips, and several iron parts were rusty, and Sir Wendell frowned and shook his head.

"Father, it's time for breakfast." Arold walked into this usually locked arsenal, although Arold's family lived in a house made of wood and thatch, but this arsenal was made of stone, of course, this was to prevent the weapon from getting damp and the most difficult line of defense when attacked, but it can be seen that Arold's ancestors who built this house spent a lot of effort on maintaining weapons, but he didn't expect his children and grandchildren to make the arsenal here full of cobwebs and dust because they had no money to take care of it.

"Oh shit, damn it." Sir Wendell picked up a shield with his family crest printed on it, but for some reason the leather strap behind the shield was loosened, and the shield fell to the ground, Sir Wendell cursed angrily, he threw the shield on the ground in annoyance, the leather connection behind the shield was probably bitten off by a mouse, and without the leather strap it was impossible to put the shield on the arm to protect the user.

"Well, the strap is broken, it's a technical problem." Arold stood in the doorway of the arsenal, the sunlight shining through the window in the upper left of the arsenal, reflecting on the edge of the shield, and he saw a clever part break between the strap and the shield, and he had an unusual interest in everything that was made up of parts, and he used to tear down almost all the appliances in the house when he was very young, just to find out why they worked, and now he was fascinated by the shield.

"Throw my son where to go, I have to pay for a blacksmith to repair it again, and we can't do anything about it." Sir Wendell sat down on top of an empty wooden chest in a dejected manner, and felt a pang of annoyance at the thought of the expenses he had to pay, but Arold stepped forward and took his shield and flipped it over, muttering to himself as he watched.

"Well, it turned out to be wrapped in a layer of iron sheet on the outside, and the inside was wood, the leather belt was nailed directly, the production process was too simple, and it was easy to break and not flexible, in fact, as long as a small piece of leather was nailed on it to make a live buckle ring, so that you can freely adjust the length in the future, but fortunately, the leather belt given by the original craftsman is long enough." Arold lay on the ground and picked up a small dagger beside him and cut it in the leather, and Sir Wendell watched with his little son doing with his mouth wide open.