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In the hall of the lord of the main tower of Fort Mason, the servants shuttled through this dome like butterflies, the nobles sat together, and they could not see each other's dirty suspicions at all, the Duke of Abel sat on the lord's throne in a gorgeous fur robe, Arold sat on the duke's left hand side, and he was still wearing blood-stained armor, which looked incompatible with the laughter and laughter of the banquet at this time, and the generals of Arold also had a stern face, Gradually, even the nobles who came to cheer didn't know what to say, and the scene gradually became cold.

"Ahem." Seeing that this was not embarrassing, the Duke of Abel coughed lightly, he stood up, raised the glass in his hand, and said loudly to the people in the hall, "Let us toast to the valiant Count of Mecklenburg, and to bring peace to Mason." ”

"Thank you, Lord Earl." The nobles in the hall stood up one after another, raised their wine glasses, and said to Arrod, who was sitting to the left of Duke Abel with a smile on their faces, whether true or false.

"Please wait, my honorable Duke." Arold stood up at this point, his armor rattling, and the clash of metal brought the smell of blood to the hall, and everyone looked at him with bated breath, fearing that the red-eyed earl would draw his sword.

"Arrod, do you have anything to say?" Duke Abel turned his face to Arold and said.

"Yes, Lord Duke, what crime has my Wendell family committed, my father Baron Wendell was expelled from the court, and my family was mercilessly killed, if the adults here can't give me a complete and convincing explanation, then I can't drink this glass of wine anyway." Arold's sonorous voice echoed through the dome-shaped hall. Hearing a bang, the sergeants of Mecklenburg all stood up, each murderous.

"Earl, Lord Earl, you have misunderstood, Lord Duke is not expelling the Baron from the court, but to protect Lord Baron and let him temporarily hide in Fort Lida." Baron Bruce hurriedly argued.

"That's right. That's right, it's all because of Count Lauz's coercion. The courtiers immediately cunningly put all the blame on the Count of Lautz, anyway, at this time they did not know whether the count was alive or dead, if he was captured by Arrod, he would definitely be killed immediately, the courtiers thought.

"Is it all Count Lauszitz's fault?" Arrod's brows furrowed, and he looked at Baron Bruce and the others with a puzzled look, and Baron Bruce and the others hurriedly nodded their heads.

"Ararod, you have to believe us, Count Lauzitz colluded with the local nobles to surround Masonburg. And before that, we had sacked the town outside the castle, and we didn't dare to say anything. Duke Abel explained to Arrod vigorously.

"That's right."

"Well, is this really the fault of Count Lauzitz alone? Let's hear what he has to say. Suddenly, the corners of Arrold's mouth showed a sneer, and with a wave of his hand, several Mecklenburg knights pushed open the door of the hall, and the heavy wooden door was pushed so loudly that everyone unconsciously turned their heads to look, only to see two Mecklenburg knights walking in with Count Rauzitz, the unbeatable count of the past lost his armor at this time, and looked like a wolf who had suffered a defeat.

"Law. Count Lauzitz. The courtiers of Duke Abel in the hall gasped, and their eyes widened in disbelief as Count Lauzitz appeared. Everyone thought that Arold would kill Count Lauzitz immediately once he caught him, but they didn't expect to bring him here, and the eyes of some courtiers began to wander.

"Hmm." The Mecklenburg knights slammed Count Lauzitz to the ground, and although he tried to stand up straight, he had to get down on one knee, and he twisted his aching arm.

Count Lauzitz looked up. See who I am? Arold said aloud as he walked down the steps, standing in front of Count Lautz.

"Hmph, aren't you just the little cub of the lowly Wendell family?" Count Lauzitz raised his head slightly, and a few strands of unkempt hair fell on his cheeks, but his expression was still arrogant.

"Bold guy." Andrew kicked him in the socket of the leg in a rage. Forcing Count Lauzitz to his knees with a groan, the mercenary's boots were hard and sharp enough for Count Lauzitz to bear.

"Lord Count Mecklenburg, although Count Lausitz is at fault, he is a member of my Hermann family after all, I hope you can give me a face and leave him with his life." Seeing the tragic appearance of Count Lauzitz, Duke Abel couldn't help but plead with Arrod.

"Wrong? So does Lord Duke mean that I, the Wendell family, deserve to die? Arold sneered and squinted at Duke Abel for a while.

"Arod can kill if you want, how can your lowly family defile the glory of the Herman family, the noble nobles will not tolerate your lowly bloodline." Count Lauzitz knew that he was going to die, and he immediately raised his head and said loudly, his voice echoing through the hall as if he were a saint preparing to be martyred.

"Hehe, it's very easy for Count Lautz to kill you, but my Wendell family was innocently slaughtered, and the Duke as a feudal lord must give me an explanation, otherwise no one will want to leave today." Arrod's face became hideous, he made a look at his subordinates, several Mecklenburg knights immediately slammed the door of the hall shut, and the entrance was also guarded, and the noble courtiers in the hall suddenly panicked, they didn't know what Arrod wanted to do?

"Arrod, don't be too arrogant, it's all our guards outside." Baron Bruce saw this scene and hurriedly said loudly.

Harvey brought things up. But Arold was undaunted, and he commanded Harvey, and at this moment Harvey and Colonel Andrew brought up a wooden box, which, when opened, consisted of clay jars, and in which some black liquid was contained.

"Arrod, why did you bring this thing?" Duke Abel was frightened when he saw the jars that had been brought up, and his face changed dramatically, he knew that this was the Wendell family's greatest secret weapon, a liquid flame that could not be extinguished with water, and once it burned, no one could stop it.

"Hmph, if anyone dares to forcibly attack here, then your lords will be buried in the sea of fire with me, so let's think about it more." Arold laughed and spoke to everyone in the hall.

"Are you crazy? Arold. Baron Bruce, too, looked like ash, and he pointed his finger at Arrod, his lips trembling and he didn't know what to say.

"Arold, I know that your family has suffered misfortune, but God and Our Lady will not forgive you for implicating innocent people in this way." Duke Abel grabbed Arrod's cloak and begged bitterly, and the other courtiers panicked, they didn't expect that a banquet would cause them to be buried in the fire, they had long heard that the Wendell family had a secret art of fire, but they didn't expect this legend to be true.

"Hahaha, it's great, I didn't expect that I, Count Lauzett, would be able to bring so many distinguished adults to God with him when he was dying." Count Lauzitz laughed and stood up, feeling a pang of pleasure, as if he were the ultimate victor in this war.

"Count Lauzitz, you're too proud, aren't you, and there are many people here who are actually your allies, right?" At this time, Arold sat down in his chair unhurriedly, picked up a wine glass, and took a sip of the mellow red wine inside.

"How is it?" Count Lauzitz stood up straight, and he looked around disdainfully, even the gray-faced Duke Abel did not look in his eyes at this time, as if he and Arrod were the only two people between heaven and earth.

"It is said that Count Lauzitz's comrades are all over the Mason court, I used to think it was a boast, but now I understand that your energy is indeed not small." Arold held the wine glass and looked at Count Lauzitz in front of him with a cold gaze.

"Hahaha, as long as you have enough money, then someone will wag their tail at you like a dog." Count Lauzitz looked at Baron Bruce proudly out of the corner of his eye, like looking at a leper dog.

"Count Lauzitz, you~~~." Hearing that Count Rauzitz had compared himself to a dog, Baron Bruce trembled with anger, and his noble robe rattled. (The novel "Into the Middle Ages" will have more fresh content on the official WeChat platform, and there will also be a 100% lottery gift for everyone!) Open WeChat now, click on the "+" sign in the upper right corner to "add friends", search for the official account "qdread" and follow, hurry up! (To be continued......)

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