In order to celebrate Arold's promotion to knighthood, his father, Sir Wendell, offered a sumptuous banquet, in which Arold was surrounded by enthusiastic nobles, who clinked glasses with Arold and drank, and when he was drunk, a prostitute with red hair came to Arold's side, and the other nobles left with a smile that all men know, and the prostitute wore a skirt with a wide open chest, revealing half of her snow-white tits, although her face was not beautiful, but she had the charm of a mature woman.

"Sir, please have a drink." The woman smiled and sat generously on Arrod's lap, she held the wine glass and stretched out her slender arm, put the wine glass to Arold's mouth, and rose red appeared on her fair face.

"Oh, I can't drink it." Although Arrod was immune to this kind of malt wine, he also felt dizzy and drowsy at this time, and he waved his hands to try to get rid of the prostitute's entanglement.

"Am I not beautiful, sir?" The woman made a sad and shy expression and said to Arold aggrievedly.

"This, it's not like that, it's just that I'm not very ~~~." Arrod, who had almost no experience with women, explained helplessly, but the embarrassing appearance of stammering made the woman laugh.

"Okay, sir, I know what to say, I won't pester you anymore, but I always have a drink." The woman once again brought the wine to Arrod's lips, and a woman who understands men is usually rarely able to refuse once she wants to persuade her to drink.

"Okay." Arold just wanted to get rid of this difficult prostitute as soon as possible, so he had to frown and drink the wine from the glass in her hand, and when he finished the wine, the woman really stopped pestering him.

After drinking the wine in the glass, Arold looked at the bonfire in front of him, his thoughts seemed to return to his narrow room for a while, and then seemed to be in the lord's house, gradually his thoughts and minds became confused, alcohol began to numb his nerve endings, at this moment it seemed that a warm and soft body leaned on his body, Arold instinctively hugged the body in his arms, as if embraced into a cluster of fragrant flowers, there was no blood of war in his nose, only a faint fragrance.

One night, Arold seemed to have a long, long dream, in the dream he saw the goddess he had loved for a long time in his previous life, smiling at himself, taking off his long skirt to reveal skin like mutton fat, slender and plump thighs clamping his body, warm as jade skin tightly attached to his body, up and down entangled, the narrow ecstasy cave made Arrod, a virgin, feel the sweet and painful touch, he frowned and sighed, his hands greedily touched the warm jade-like body under him, The scorching desire continued to climb towards the peak, Arold lost all reason in this peak of desire, the threat of death in the war and the suppressed emotions of the previous life were hidden in the bottom of his heart, at this time it erupted like a volcano, he gritted his teeth and moved more and more rudely, like a knight with a spear kept sprinting, for a long time in the roar he launched the seeds of life out of the slur, and the strength of the whole body was lost and collapsed on the warm jade.

The next morning, Arold was awakened by the sound of war drums in his ears, and he opened his hazy sleepy eyes, only then did Arold find himself lying naked in the tent, the sunlight shining through the cracks in the tent curtain, his body covered with a woollen blanket with a slight smell, the chain mail in one corner of the tent, his Terminator saber pressed against the chain mail, and the rest of the clothes scattered around.

"What's wrong with me?" Arold sat up from the ground, the blanket slipped off to reveal his toned body, the long-term sword training and horseback riding made his physical fitness better and better, he picked up trousers and linen shirt from the side and put them on his body, at this time he felt that he felt a little different from before, and there seemed to be a faint smell of women in the tent, could it be that he ended his virgin body last night, Arold was a little shocked, an indescribable feeling came to his heart, just as he was looking for evidence, a person's head poked out from outside the tent.

"Arold hurry up and put on the armor, Duke Mason summons us." Yves shouted at Arrod.

"Oh, right away." Arold didn't care about looking for evidence of his last night's pleasure with the woman at this time, he hurriedly picked up the chain mail on the ground, his own chain mail is a short-sleeved half-body chain mail, to be worn from one end of the chain mail like a sweater, but the heavy chain mail is not as light and easy to wear as a sweater, and the person who needs to wear it lowers his body as if he has gone through a cave.

"Wow~~." Arold finally walked through, stood up and put on the chain mail, he jumped to let the chain mail hang naturally, then put the family blouse on it, he turned around and tightened the leather strap, hung the sword "Terminator" at his waist, and then walked out of the tent to the Duke Mason's tent.

Duke Mason was wearing armor and a sword at his waist at this time, standing majestically in front of the big tent, surrounded by knights and nobles who were also fully armed, most of the nobles were behind them with the banners of their respective families, and the knights were proudly holding their own family coat of arms and shields, quietly waiting for Duke Mason's orders, inspired by the reward, these knights who longed for land and titles were infected by the aggressive passion.

"Who's going to take Göttingen Castle." Duke Mason put his hands on his waist, the dome helmet mask on his head was removed, and his originally gloomy face was now full of smugness, and he opened his mouth to ask the other nobles.

"Your Excellency Duke, I am willing to lead my knights to serve you." At this time, from the first column on the left came out a nobleman in his forties, the nobleman wore a tapered iron helmet, wearing leather scale armor, his body was diagonally straddled with a leather belt, and behind him a crimson cloak, his body was imposing, and the two golden beards on his lips made his bearing extraordinary.

"Oh, Baron, are you willing to attack Göttingen Castle for me, your sovereign, ruler of the Duchy of Mason?" Duke Mason was satisfied, and he smiled at the baron.

"Yes, my honorable duke, my sons and I are willing to serve you." Baron raised his broad chin to look at the nobles around him, bowed to Duke Mason and straightened up proudly.

"Who is he?" Arold looked at the confident baron curiously, and asked the knight of Stan beside him, who was almost standing limping beside him.

"Baron." Knight Stan had a strange smile on his face, and the others were secretly laughing, as if the Baron had some interesting story to tell.

"Oh, what's going on?" Arold didn't know what was going on in the circle of nobles, he didn't understand what the strange laughter of Knight Stan and the nobles meant, and seeing Arold's puzzled expression, Knight Stan explained to him.

"Baron was a kind of nobleman, and he had thirteen sons and six daughters, so that there were ten knights in his family alone, and five squire nobles who married him."

"Hehe, Lord Stan, you forgot to count the bastards of Lord Baron, so he has a company of people to use." The nobleman on the side hugged his shoulders and whispered with a strange laugh.

"Yes, Baron is a nobleman who is known for his penchant for sowing, and his seed is said to be present in the country and among the shepherdesses, in the pub and in the hostess." Knight Stan grinned and returned the same smile, nobles usually have affairs, but hard-working nobles like Baron are really rare.

"Ahh Arrod was dumbfounded, and then his face became unsightly, he thought that he seemed to have had a one-night stand with an unknown woman last night, and the thought of an illegitimate child who suddenly appeared one day made him shudder, but Knight Stan and the others did not notice his face, because Duke Mason agreed to Baron Hyman's request, which of the various barons walked out of the hall in high spirits, waved his hand, and sure enough, a group of knights who looked similar followed him, In the midst of the gaze, another group of sergeants, almost all of whom had a wide chin, joined Baron.

"This, is this the Bastard Legion?" Arold stared at the scene in front of him with wide eyes, the army of Baron Heyman, a peculiar nobleman, was born on his own, but think about it, it is also in this era that men can get married and have children at the age of fifteen or sixteen, although the Middle Ages had very strict rules on women's marital chastity, but there were almost no regulations for male nobles, so the strong fertility of a family is also a very important criterion, just like the knights and sergeants under Baron Heyman are their own sons, of course, there is no need to worry about loyalty, The cost does not need to be excessive, and it is very cost-effective.

Just when Arrod was thinking nonsense, Baron Heyman led his sons to draw their swords, and in a roar, they took the lead in rushing towards Göttingen Castle, followed by more than 300 light infantry and miscellaneous servants, Baron's sons boarded the ladder supported by the miscellaneous servants, they quickly climbed the ladder and slashed the defenders of the wall with the sharp swords in their hands, and the defenders of Göttingenburg were not to be outdone, the swords and spears of both sides collided and entangled like a forest, making a ping-pong metal collision sound, In the distance of the castle, the Duke of Mason and the nobles collectively watched the attack of Baron nervously, and the offensive fought from early morning to evening, except for a few sons led by Baron himself to climb the wall, there was no progress at all, and they were soon driven down by the castle defenders who were later increased.