Sir Will's army was not all stationed together at this time, and it took a lot of grain and grass to support an army of 1,000 men every day, so Sir Will had to send a grain convoy to collect food in the countryside, which was actually to loot farmhouses or weak noble estates.

The nobles had to leave their estates behind and take their wives and children to the fortified castles. As a result, almost all the estates outside the castle were confiscated by the rebels, but Sir Will, although he was very good at agitation, did not know how to use the resources at his disposal, and did not put forward slogans such as equalizing the land, so that the nobles hated him, and the lower classes only watched.

"Damn dog mongrel, they burn down the estates of the nobility like a swarm of disgusting bugs wreaking havoc." In the mayor's house of the town, Baron Fred's father-in-law held the ham in his hand, and he tore at the ham as if he were eating Sir Will's meat.

"How many of them are there?" Arold ignored the mayor's complaints, and these nobles would nagging like a resentful woman if their interests were harmed at all.

"Only God knows, at least half of the serfs rose up in rebellion, but no one stopped them, hmph, at first Masonburg wanted us to believe that everything was under their control." The mayor said with a sneer.

"The result?" Count Ron asked curiously.

"The result? The sheriff sent an army of three hundred men, and the mere sight of the other party's flag made him so frightened that he ran back to the castle like a bunch of rabbits. The mayor said angrily.

"The sheriff can't be blamed for this, Sir Will has at least two or three thousand men on his hands, and I have seen them, and I will never forget how they took my castle." Baron Fred, who was already slightly drunk, said to his father-in-law with a full burp.

"So many people follow them?" Arold did not expect that the situation in the Duchy of Mason was so serious, and the Mecklenburg regiment could fight again. can't be lost so easily, this is his accumulated belongings bit by bit.

"Yes, the harvest has not been good in recent years, and the lords have squeezed the mud legs a little too hard." The mayor said very bluntly.

"Understood." Arold knew that this was all the death of the nobles themselves, and that the army and reputation of the Duke of Mason had been suppressed. Now that the fate of Duke Mason is uncertain, and all the elite troops are dead in Bavaria, the power of the bullet is gone, and the revolt is instigated by careerists like Sir Will.

"Lord Duke of Mecklenburg, you will help us to destroy these thugs, they are the enemies of all the nobles." Baron Fred's father-in-law stepped forward and said in a voice of expectation.

"But I don't have many troops! What's more, as a duke of another principality, I can't meddle in the affairs of the Duchy of Mason. Arold said unhurriedly. He's not going to be a dumbfounder to drain his army.

"No, we've figured it out." Baron Fred and his father-in-law glanced at each other, as if they had made up their minds, and then they spoke to Arold together.

"Please Lord Raise the banner of Princess Josie and restore order to the Duchy of Mason." Baron Fred said to Arrod.

"That's right, I believe that the nobles of Mason have reunited under the banner of the Herman family." The mayor agreed.

"Oh, do you want me to gather the nobles in the name of my wife? But will the vassals of the Duchy of Mason agree? Arold still hesitated. None of the great vassals of Thuringia, Plauun, and the Count of Weimar intervened, so would it be inappropriate to do so themselves?

"The vassals have no more dukes. It is not legal to actively interfere in the affairs of the Duke's direct territory, but you are different, Duke of Mecklenburg. Baron Fred explained.

"We're just passing through here, and we're going to the Duchy of Bavaria, so Arold might as well let the legions rest and leave." Yves said impatiently, he looked down on these and didn't plant them. But the nobles who blindly instigated others to fight.

"You are the sister-in-law of Lord Mason, and in a sense, your children have the right to inherit this territory, so you can't stand idly by!" Baron Fred's father-in-law said impatiently, he was too anxious to restore order. The town prospered on the merchants' and craftsman's guilds, and if the rebels were not able to suppress it quickly, the town would decay, directly affecting the mayor's purse.

"Uh~~~." Baron Fred glanced at his father-in-law in astonishment, it was too sensitive to propose the matter of inheritance at this time.

"Oh." Arold remembered his eldest son, William, the nephew of Duke Mason, and if anything happened to Duke Mason, then William would be the only direct heir to the Hermann family.

Before Arold and the others were discussing the succession by candlelight, Duke Mason was fleeing from one hiding place after another, and the death knight Balk sent by the Duke of Bavaria was attacking like a hound, and Eberhard's men were almost hiding all over the Duchy of Bavaria, the barns of farmhouses, abandoned churches, warehouses of wealthy merchants, and dark forests.

"It's not okay to go on like this, Lord Balk's pursuit is getting more and more urgent." The soldier who protected Duke Mason said tiredly, not only because of the continuous fatigue of the flight, but because Duke Mason, who had never suffered in this way, was getting weaker and weaker, and there was no way to escape with a sick person.

"We're about to reach the monastery, Lord Duke, get up quickly." Eberhard's soldiers picked up Duke Mason and walked towards a path where there was a monastery surrounded by dense forests.

"Ping Pong Ping Pong ~~~." The soldiers walked up to the monastery door, with its low stone walls and a small, heavy wooden door, and it was clear that the monks here were untouched.

"Who is it?" There was a small sliding door in the middle of the small wooden door, and when the small sliding door was opened, a crumpled face was revealed.

"Monk, please open the door, we are Lord Eberhard's men."

"Lord Eberhard?" Hearing that the soldiers had given the name of Lord Eberhard, the monk quickly opened the wooden door, and the group hurried into the humble monastery.

"Smack~~." After Duke Mason and the others entered, the old monk in a gray monk's robe and hood poked his head out to look, and then closed the wooden door tightly with a snap.

"Please ask us to prepare a room for this noble person to rest in." Eberhard's soldier stood up with his head hanging and Duke Mason and said to the monk leading the way.

"Oh?" The monk glanced at the young man who kept going, and could see that this was a pampered young nobleman, but he didn't know why he was in such a situation, but in a benevolent manner, the monk nodded, and led them to a house made of stone. (To be continued......)