On the three carriages sat Arjod and his wife, Princess Josie, followed by a hundred elite soldiers, and twenty servants, which was a large traveling procession. A Teutonic knight in a white smock, leading on horseback, holding a flag representing the Duke of Mecklenburg, was entertained by the local lords wherever he went.

"How far is it from Quedlinburg?" Princess Josie sits in the carriage, the bumpy journey makes it hard for her, and little William is always crying.

"Soon, the squire rode and said there was a manor ahead, and I think the master there would entertain us." Arrod's men would not let the duke and duchess rest in the open air at night, and if they did not see the castle, town, village, or manor, the servants would set up tents in the wilderness for Arold and Princess Josie to rest.

"Then you won't have to spend tonight in the cold wind, little William always has a runny nose." Josie hugged little William, who was kicking his legs and trying to jump out of the carriage.

"Ah, give him something spicy and rub his hands and feet." Arold hurriedly said to Princess Josie, and looked at his heir dotingly, after Arold's death, William Jr., as the first heir, will become the Duke of Mecklenburg.

"Yes, yes." The Teutonic knights, carrying the banner of the Duke of Mecklenburg, rode their horses along the path leading to the manor, which in this dangerous time was built with high walls, with arrow towers within the walls, round iron helmets, and bows and arrows to guard the gates.

"Stop, who are you?" The archers on the gatehouse of the manor saw a heavily armed knight appear, and immediately alertly pulled the bowstring and put the arrow on it, raising it to aim at the Teutonic knight approaching the gatehouse.

"Don't shoot arrows, I'm a knight of the Duke of Mecklenburg, and my lord has passed through here and wants to ask your lord to stay with us for one night." The Teutonic knight stopped his crotch mount. Undo your mask and hold aloft Arold's banner.

The estate belonged to a Baron of Saxony, and when he learned that a duke had gone to meet the king, he immediately warmly invited Mr. and Mrs. Arrod, for knowing a powerful duke was a very decent thing for a baron.

"Hurry up, open my warehouse and bring in the best wine and food. We can't give the Duke of Mecklenburg the impression of being stingy, and who knows if the Duke will talk to the King about me when he talks about his travels? The baron stood on the steps of the manor house and commanded his servants.

The servants hurriedly opened the storehouse and delivered the wine and food to the baron's kitchen, so that the baron could entertain unexpected guests, who were the generosity and important social of the nobles.

"Wine and food alone are not enough, we have to satisfy the Duke and Duchess of Mecklenburg, I have heard that there is a group of wandering entertainers in the village. We should bring them to perform for the Duke, this is a good opportunity for the favor of the big man of Beau. The baroness said to her husband.

"Is there a wandering entertainer in our village?" The baron asked curiously.

"Yes, I also listened to the maids." The Baroness twisted her fat waist, her double chin twitched, and her ten fingers were like sausages.

"Go and call them in and add color to our dinner."

Several of the baron's soldiers hurriedly walked towards the village, the baron had the right to rule the manor and the villages outside the manor, and the village was not very far from the manor. The Baron's soldiers were familiar with the village, as they were born and raised in the village. Perform military service for the barons when they are not required to do farm work.

"Why are you here?" The village chief stood at the entrance of the village, and he saw the baron's soldiers coming over with simple spears in their robes, and asked curiously.

"I heard that a group of wandering artists are coming?" The soldier said to the village chief.

"That's right, but they've just left the village and are going to perform in the next village. We gave them some food as a thank you. The village chief said to the soldiers.

"Gone? Where did it go. The soldiers were taken aback, they did not want to be whipped by the baron.

"Over there."

The wandering artists move freely from territory to territory, selling shoddy goods and inexplicable potions, and juggling to entertain the locals for food and a small amount of money. At the same time, he is not willing to be subordinate to the lords.

"Hey, the gray pigeon has taken care of our goods, and this time we have traveled a lot." An elderly couple sat in the carriage and said to the people in the caravan.

"Got it, but you should give me my share of the money too." A young girl's head peeked out from behind the curtain of the caravan, she said to the old couple.

"What, your money, you eat us and drink us all day long, what money do you dare to talk about?" The old man scolded angrily, but the girl was not afraid.

"If I hadn't dressed up as a clown, would you have gotten that much money? Those aristocratic lords like to watch clown shows the most. The girl said to them proudly.

"I agree with this, the gray pigeon is very dexterous." The old man said with a smile.

"Oh, this greedy little scoundrel." The old man's wife was so angry that she slapped him on the arm and cursed the girl's greed.

"Wait, why did you stop ahead?" Suddenly, the convoy of wandering artists stopped, and several soldiers came out of the grass on the road to stop the convoy, and the wandering artists were a little nervous.

"What's the matter, did we meet a robber, we have to turn around and go somewhere else."

"Don't panic, it's the local baron's people, they're going to hire us." Even the wanderers would have a temporary leader, who went to talk to the soldiers and told the people the good news.

"Oh, that's great." The crowd was in high spirits, and being hired meant a warm room and food to eat, and if they were lucky, wine and bounty.

Inside the manor, Arold walked into it, smiling and enduring the baron's chatter, but Arold thought it was worth the chatter to be able to relieve the fatigue of the journey in the warm rooms, and when he entered the drawing room of the manor, the servants served Arold a sweet wine.

"Honorable Duke, this is the banquet I brought to you." While the guests were seated, the servants served the food in a steady stream, and the attendants with flasks filled the guests with fine wine at any time.

"Food and wine, it seems that we can only count on that." As Ron and Harvey sat together, they couldn't help but smile and say to Harvey.

"It's good to have these, I just need to be fed." Harvey took a piece of hard bread and tore it off with all his might, dipping it in the broth, and out of the corner of her eyes swept to Arold and Princess Josie, who were seated in the throne.

"Ahem, of course we won't neglect the guests." The baron smiled a little awkwardly when he heard Ron's words, he didn't want the Duke of Mecklenburg's courtiers to laugh at him.

"Lord Baron." At this moment, a soldier quickly walked over from the side and whispered a few words in the baron's ear.

"Oh, they're coming, that's great." A smile appeared on the baron's face, and he stood up and raised his glass to Arrode. (To be continued.) )