At this time, the horseback jousting was not a poke with a horse pistol across the fence, at this time the equestrian jousting was more like a small war, the knights rode on horses and used their favorite weapons, around the circular arena to fight each other, knocking the opponent off the horse or simply fainting, of course, this fierce fight sometimes inevitably led to casualties, but the knights who were eager for honor were not afraid.

"Ah~~~." With a fierce collision of weapons, the sound of war horses galloping wildly, after a few rounds of horseback samurai, there are not many horseback warriors present, and the knights who fell from their horses were taken away by the attendants who had been waiting for a long time, so as not to affect the other knights to compete, and this kind of melee style of competition is the most exciting.

"Ping~~."

"Oh, poor fellow, the head must have blossomed then." When the spear of the death knight Balk was seen striking the head of another knight, one could see that the helmet protecting the knight's head was deformed, and even red liquid seeped out of the gap, and the knight who was hit sat on his horse for a moment, and as the mount under his crotch, unaware of the death of his master, ran for some distance, the knight fell to the ground with a thud from above.

"It's tragic, there's nothing wrong with this valiant knight, right?" Duke Mason couldn't help but stand up, and looked at the knight who was carried away by the squire with pity, the strength of the death knight Balk was amazing, and everywhere he went, it made the other warriors dodge one after another.

"Balk, this guy is so excited, isn't he?" Eberhard frowned and stared at Balk galloping on the jousting ring, this belligerent killer was his father's first general, and even after the failure of his last expedition to Italy, the Duke of Bavaria muttered from time to time that he did not take Balk with him.

"Sir Balk." Duke Mason took off the gold brooch pinned to his coat and shouted to Balk with a smile.

"It's got ~~~." Sir Balk turned his horse's head towards Duke Mason. As he approached the viewing platform, he took off his helmet, a scarred face with yellow eyes glaring at Duke Mason.

"Oh." Looking at Sir Balk's fierce face, Duke Mason was slightly surprised, and his hand holding the golden brooch stopped in mid-air and didn't know what to do?

"Lord Duke." Eberhard reached out and nudged Duke Mason, and it was no good thing to have a knight of great standing waiting. What's more, the Death Knight Balk has always been known for his ferocity.

"Oh, Sir Balk, I admire your bravery in bestowing this golden brooch on you, and may God bless you." Duke Mason hurriedly handed the gold brooch to Sir Balk, who looked at Duke Mason and did not speak, but nodded respectfully at the Duke and took the brooch.

"Ugh." Seeing Sir Balk take the brooch so obediently, Eberhard was relieved that there had been no accidents in the tournament.

Eberhard secretly protected Duke Mason, causing the Duke of Bavaria to frown occasionally when he ran into them. However, a few days in the Duchy of Bavaria also made the Duke unable to move, and the Duke of Mason had a leisurely and happy time.

"No matter how good the times are, there will be an end to the day." Duke Mason said gratefully to Ebhard, who had one foot in the carriage at this time, and after the conclusion of the negotiations on his marriage to the Duke of Bavaria, Duke Mason set off to return to his realm to marry his bride.

"Yes, I hope you can return to your territory safely." Eberhard said with a tired face, he reached out and rubbed his head, the days of protection had really exhausted him.

"The hospitality of the Duke of Bavaria and Lord Eberhard is something I will never forget. I hope you have the opportunity to come to Fort Mason, and I will treat you as a guest. Duke Mason said to Eberhard with great interest. For several days he took the trouble to tell Eberhard about the beauty of the Mason principality.

"Of course." Eberhard looked at Duke Mason who was about to leave for his return, and the many Mason warriors around him, and finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, as long as Duke Mason left the land of the Duchy of Bavaria, then his safety was beyond Eberhard's control.

"Gurgle~~~." Duke Mason slipped into the carriage and closed the door. The coachman waved his whip and the carriage drove away slowly.

"It's finally over." As Duke Mason's party left the castle, Eberhard let out a long sigh of relief as he stood at the gate and looked out at his back.

"I don't understand, Lord Eberhard, why are you going against your father?" At this moment, Brother Robert's voice came from behind him. The sneaky monk almost made Eberhard draw his sword.

"Hmph, you despicable villain who always hurts people with secret arrows, how can you understand the thoughts of Gao Jie's nobles." Eberhard looked at Brother Robert with disdain and said to him dismissively.

"Maybe you're right, but aren't you hungry for land?" Brother Robert was not angry about this, he had been up and down in the past years, and his mood was no longer just the frizzy Robert of the past.

"The land of the nobility should be obtained by pure and immaculate means, like tasting a delicious and mellow wine, not wine mixed with dung, will you drink it?" Eberhard said metaphorically to Brother Robert.

"Maybe it's spices?" Brother Robert said quibly.

"Forget it, there's nothing to say to a scumbag like you." Eberhard was bored in the face of this shameless monk, exhausted by the exhaustion of the past few days, and he continued to rest in his bedroom.

Duke Mason's team stopped and went, and there were many people, but they were still in the territory of the Duke of Bavaria at this time, and along the way, they were accompanied by an envoy sent by the Duke of Bavaria, who cleverly told the Duke about the anecdotes of the countryside everywhere, so that Duke Mason would not feel too bored.

"Lord Duke, there is a chapel not far from the avenue, where a piece of St. Marshall's remains is enshrined, and it is said that any nobleman who has visited and prayed to that chapel will accomplish great things." The messenger said to Duke Mason.

"Oh, is that so?" Duke Mason listened attentively, he was bent on establishing a military feat that surpassed Arrod, and he couldn't help but feel a little moved when he heard the messenger's words.

"That's true." The messenger said agitatedly.

"So maybe as a devout Christian, I should check it out?" Duke Mason said to the messenger.

"Lord Duke, it's getting late, we can't go to such a remote place, let's move on for your safety." However, Duke Mason's inner knight immediately stopped him, and Eberhard specially told them before leaving the Duchy of Bavaria that they must be vigilant and protect Duke Mason's personal safety before leaving the Duchy of Bavaria. Although the knights of the Duke's inner palace were surprised, they were also particularly attentive to Lord Eberhard's warning.

"Well, my dutiful knight, perhaps the next time I marry my bride, I can beg the Duke of Bavaria to bring me the bones." Duke Mason was dissuaded by his knights in the inner palace, and after thinking about it, he gave up this plan, he was bent on returning to his territory to marry the princess of the Duke of Bavaria in order to consolidate his power, if the bones of the saint were really so good, the Duke of Bavaria's expedition to Italy would not fail.

"Well, yes, Lord Duke, as you wish." The envoy forced out a smile as he said respectfully and obediently to Duke Mason.

When the Duke Mason's party reached a short distance from the border, the sky became dark, and the Duke ordered everyone to begin to set up camp and wait until dawn before proceeding, and while everyone except the sentries was sleeping around the campfire wrapped in blankets, a shadow came out of the tent and walked out of the camp towards the forest by the road. (To be continued......)