"Lord Count, when we found the Assassins' Guild's hideout, it was empty." Grover was bareheaded, without any helmets, and his armor was stained with black dust, and the Viking warriors' behavior in the darkness was so unrestrained that even Grover himself was almost set on fire.

"Damn the bedbugs, sooner or later they'll settle accounts with them." Count Lauzitz was tormented by fear and apprehension, he could not sleep peacefully all night, he had to drink a lot of wine to numb himself, and the smell of wine permeated his whole body, so that his face became pale and haggard, his once full cheeks were saggy, and his eyes became focused.

"Are you alright, Lord Count?" Grover looked worriedly at Count Lauzitz in front of him, worried about his brother's future.

"It's the Wendell family, yes, it's a good thing they did, even before I die, I'm going to take them to hell with me." Count Lauzitz sat down in his chair, muttering drunken words, gradually closing his eyes, and a slight snoring came out of his nose.

"It's bad luck." Grover turned and left the Count's room, scratching his cheeks and not knowing what to do, when a voice sounded from behind him.

"Lord Grover."

"Yes, it's Brother Robert." When Grover turned around, he saw Brother Robert, who was Count Lautzitz's counselor, and Grover was relieved to see Brother Robert's appearance.

"I heard you attacked Mason town last night, why do you want to do such a thing?" Brother Robert asked incredulously. How unwise it was to attack the Duke's domain, and if it hadn't been for the early bribery of the courtiers, the Duke's army would have come to besiege the manor.

"This, this is all the Earl's order, I am acting according to orders." Grover reluctantly said that to be honest, he was a little unwise to return to Count Lautz.

"Grover come with me." Brother Robert looked left and right to see that there was no one else, and led Grover to the other side of the room, and although he didn't know what Brother Robert meant, Grover followed him, and they walked to a dilapidated warehouse in the manor before stopping.

"Where is this?" Grover saw the locked warehouse. Look at the monk with the birthmark on his face. I don't understand why Brother Robert brought him here.

"There's a money cellar in this storehouse, where all the money of Count Lausitz is." Brother Robert said to Grover.

"Oh?" Grover looked at the dilapidated warehouse, unable to believe that Count Lautzitz would put his money here, but the thought of it was a pile of coins and belongings. Grover's small eyes were filled with greed.

"I've only been in it once. It was guarded by people trusted by Count Lautz. Brother Robert took Grover's greedy look in his eyes. Nodding proudly, it seemed that the ship of Count Lauzitz could not go far, and even rats knew how to escape before the ship sank.

"What do you mean by bringing me here, Brother Robert?" Grover wasn't a fool, he asked Brother Robert.

"There's what I want. I mean, if Count Lauzitz encounters any setbacks, those of us who are of low status should also find a way out. Brother Robert advised Grove that the three boar brothers had not been placed in Brother Robert's eyes, and that the three brothers from the barbarian family were merely vassals of Count Lauzitz, but now they were in charge of the Viking warrior mercenaries, and those who had the sword and the command of the soldiers were the ones who should be wooed, and the shrewd Brother Robert knew this very well.

"Hmm, giggle, Brother Robert wishes us a happy cooperation." Grover looked at Brother Robert's face, tilted his head and suddenly burst into a strange laugh, he had enough of the taste of being under the fence, he wanted to take Count Lauzitz's money to form a mercenary army of his own, and together with his brothers, he even took Arrod's actions as an example.

"Hehehe." Brother Robert reached out his hand in satisfaction and grabbed Grover's hand, and the strange two ugly-looking men secretly formed an alliance.

Since the attack on the town of Mason, the sky over the Duchy of Mason seems to be clouded, the tight air has caused many merchants to start to leave, the rumors of the nobles' private war have become more and more intense, Count Lauzitz began to send emissaries to the noble families close to him in order to deal with the Wendell family, and the nobles who have long-term in-law ties and family ties in the Duchy of Mason began to respond to the call of Count Lauzitz.

"If we don't take action, the lowly Wendell family, trusted by the mediocre Duke of Ebel, has squeezed out and framed the noble members of the Herman family in an attempt to monopolize power, and if we don't take action, then the lowly nobles will take our place." The emissaries of the Count of Lausitz slandered the reputation of the Wendell family against the nobles, and the worst of all was that no one of the Wendell family, who were born into the country gentry, would stand up for them, and the nobles who had been jealous and ostracized from the court by the Wendell family were so envied that their people fanned the flames of rumors.

"Lord Duke, the prices of grain in the market have skyrocketed, and if we don't take any more action, the civilians will definitely riot." The courtiers of Duke Abel nervously reported to him that gossip and commotion had reached the Duke's court, causing panic among the nobles of the high ranks.

"The men of Count Lauzitz blocked the roads everywhere to prevent merchants from entering the market, and there were outlaws who terrorized the villagers in the countryside, so that the grain could not be brought in at all."

"What the hell is going on, what is going on with Count Lauzitz, didn't I already say that the attack on the town of Mason would not be pursued?" Duke Abel walked back and forth restlessly, now he was walking on a spider's silk, and the slightest mistake could bring the Duchy of Mason to the brink of civil war.

"Lord Duke, abandon the Wendell family." Baron Bruce, standing in a column on the left, said to Duke Able.

"What does it mean to abandon the Wendell family?" Duke Abel looked at Baron Bruce in surprise, as a noble duke, he couldn't stop this civil war in the principality, and Duke Abel was really helpless without the support of the nobles.

"What Count Lauzitz hates is the Wendell family, as long as he hands over the Wendell family's people, then he will definitely calm his anger." Baron Bruce continued.

"Compromise?" Duke Abel immediately understood that Baron Bruce wanted to use the heads of the Wendell family as a bargaining chip, and that Count Lauzitz would point the finger at the Duke at any time if a civil war broke out.

"Will Baron Bruce be able to quell this turmoil by killing the palace minister?" Dylan. Matt stepped forward once more, and he was the only one in the court, and the other nobles were either Count Lauzitz's party or Mingzhe was silent.

"Shut up, please throw this hunchback into the dungeon and lock it up." Baron Bruce angrily pointed at Dylan. Matt, he's impatient with this clown who has repeatedly refuted him.

"Wait a minute, Dylan. Matt sue me sù what do you know? Duke Abel asked, frowning.

"Count Lausitz has long coveted the Duke's throne, even if he handed over the Wendell family as a scapegoat, he will not be able to satisfy his greedy appetite, Lord Duke, now we can only join forces with the Wendell family again, and the flame of civil war will be automatically extinguished if we raise troops to capture Count Lauzitz." Dylan. Matt spoke loudly to Duke Able.

"It's ridiculous, Count Lauzitz is a member of the Herman family, and there is a reason to join forces with other families to deal with his own family." Baron Bruce said excitedly to Duke Able, and immediately the courtiers who supported Baron Bruce stood up and demanded that Dylan be taken. Matt was expelled from the court, and when Baron Wendell left the court, the suppressed nobles saw a chance to turn the tables around.

"Okay, don't make a noise, adults, you all go down and let me think about it carefully." The Duke of Abel looked at the noisy courtiers, and did not know who to listen to, so he had to let all the courtiers retreat, and when the hall was empty, it seemed much more deserted, the wind blew in through the windows of the castle, hovering between the columns, the iron chandelier above his head swayed slightly, and the noble Duke Mason sat alone on the throne alone.

Dylan. Matt walked out of the council hall with the courtiers, and now the other courtiers kept their distance from him, and whispered when he was not looking, and looked at him very unkindly, a very dangerous premonition came over him, and when he walked to the corridor, two strong men appeared at either end of the corridor, and their eyes were fixed on Dylan. Matt's body.

"Oops." Dylan. Matt immediately ran on his legs, trying to find the palace guards for their protection, but strangely there were no guards here, the disabled Dylan. Matt was not a fast runner, and soon he was chased and set up by two big men, and the courtiers around him looked at him with a lively gaze, and the servants were panicked and overwhelmed.

"Box Lang~~~." There was a sound of the iron door closing, Dylan. Matt was pushed into the damp, cramped dungeon, which he knew was the Fort Mason dungeon where the criminals were kept, and it was Baron Bruce's private soldiers who grabbed him and threw him into the dungeon, and it seems that he had angered the Baron by repeatedly opposing him.

"God, you've been so unfair to me." Dylan. Matt slowly got up from the ground, rubbed his shoulders, looked into the cold dungeon, and muttered to himself. (To be continued!)

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