Arrod hugged his wife in his arms, and the two hugged each other tightly, and the crisp chirping of the canary was in their ears, and they enjoyed the quiet and peaceful time until their stomachs rumbled, and they realized that it was time to eat, so Princess Josie helped Arold to put on her clothes.

Considering that Princess Josie had just lost her brother, Arold did not hold a large banquet, but only brought in close courtiers and family members to have a small family banquet in the conference hall, of course, the courtiers who could be invited must be the core of the Mecklenburg regime, so everyone watched with bated breath the courtiers who entered the conference hall.

"Look, it's Dylan. Mr. Matt, the limelight has been going on lately! The attendants with the plates exchanged heads with each other, and they saw Dylan faltering. Matt walks in with the help of a servant.

"That's Brother Elvet, and I've heard that the relationship with the Duke is not as close as it used to be."

"That's right, Brother Elvet never talks to Dylan. Matt-sama has the same meal, and it's really a rival relationship! "In every court, there will be such whispers, but when a woman with red hair approached, everyone was silent.

"Hey, why don't you talk about me? Is it looking down on me? The woman who came over was Harvey, the head of the spies of the Mecklenburg court and Arold's secret lover, and I saw her smile at the attendants and said teasingly.

"Ahem." The attendants hurriedly straightened their waists and looked at the corner in front of them without squinting, no one dared to talk, everyone knew the secret dungeon of the Brotherhood of Blood Drops, but there were many people who chewed their tongues.

"Cut." Harvey reached out and tucked his red hair back into the chamber with disdain, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief as they watched her walk into the chamber.

"Scared the hell out of me." The timid attendant said with trepidation.

"Look, it's the beautiful and gentle Miss Shirley, and she's been invited?" At this time. Shirley, dressed in a long white dress, walked over, smiling and nodding at the attendants.

"Hello Miss Shirley." The attendant, who thought he was greeting him, responded with a red face, but was pressed behind him by the others.

"Miss Shirley, do you still have that licorice? Recently, my throat has been getting more sore. ”

"Oh. I hurt my ankle~~. ”

"Ahem~~." When the scene was a little chaotic, the burly man who came out of the chamber saw his face peeking out of the crack in the door, and coughed loudly, and the attendants immediately restored order, for they recognized this as the brother of the Duke, the brave Count Yves.

In the chamber, Arold sat in the chair at one end of the long wooden table where meetings usually take place, with a cradle bed on his left hand side. Inside lay his son William, and on the right hand sat his wife, Her Royal Highness Princess Josie, and on either side of the long table were Eve, Dylan, in order. Matt, Harvey, Brother Elvet, Shirley, and others.

"Smack~~." The attendants who rushed in placed the food on wooden plates in front of everyone and placed the empty glasses, and another attendant, holding a flask, poured the red wine into the glasses.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the first glass of wine. Let us honor the honorable Duke Mason, and may his soul be favored by the Lord. Happiness in heaven forever! Arold stood up and raised his glass to someone, and the others stood up and toasted in silence about the Duke of Mason's misfortune.

"Ah~." Brother Elvet smacked his lips, the mellow wine was the best gift God has ever given to mankind, but his eyes swept to Dylan. Matt. This deformed hunchback, my heart is as disgusting as eating a fly, and I can't help but feel bad.

"Hmm." Harvey's eyes swept away, taking everything in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be smiling.

Yve's gaze fell on Arrod's side. The laughter of little William in the cradle aroused his thoughts, and he couldn't help but snatch the wine jug from the hand of the attendant in distraught, and poured himself the wine.

"Count Yve, it's easy to damage your body by drinking like this." Miss Shirley, who sat across from Earl Yve, advised worriedly.

"It's nothing." Yves laughed and said, but looking at the red wine glass, he seemed to see his wife's blood, and then thought of another thing, I really don't know if his son is still alive in this world.

Far south of Mecklenburg, on the paths of the Duchy of Swabia, a group of nobles on horseback passed proudly, raising dust that swept passers-by, but no one dared to complain to them.

"Damn it, don't you know to look around?" However, among the passers-by were three particularly peculiar people, who were dressed very decently, and their coats of arms symbolized the status of nobles, but they walked on the road as if they were broken nobles.

"Big brother, stop complaining, let that little cub stop crying, it's going to annoy me." The tall, lanky man clutched his ears and shouted in a sharp voice.

"Wow, wow~~." From the arms of the burly man, the desperate cry of a baby was heard, and the high-pitched voice spread all over the road.

"Forget it, let me pick out his eyeballs with my own hands, hehe, I've long wanted to get those crystal clear eyeballs." The tall, thin man walked over with a sinister smile and reached for the dagger at his waist.

"Zipa!" Suddenly, the burly man roared loudly, his roar like that of an enraged bear.

"What, you still want to go against me?" The tall, lanky man was furious, and he jumped nimbly, holding the dagger in his hand.

"That's enough, Ogden, stop, the little mongrel must be hungry, go find a farmer to feed some milk." It turned out that the people in this line were the three wild boar brothers who had escaped, and they were carrying Yifu's son.

"I'm not going, don't you think our recent bad luck has something to do with this little bastard?" Ogden said angrily, waving his fists.

"Because of this, we should take him with us, if he is really desperate, he can still be sold for a good price, the Wendell family has many enemies, not to mention that Zipa likes him very much." Grover sighed, he sat on the stone by the roadside, those damned mercenaries not only stole all the horses in one night, but also took their savings with them, leaving Grover, who had been bent on great things, into a destitute with nothing.

"Baa~~." At this moment, a female goat jumped out of the bushes by the side of the road, which seemed to have been lost in the farmhouse there, and suddenly the eyes of the three wild boar brothers were fixed on the goat, looking at its gurgling milk.

"Grab it." Grover shouted, leaping to his feet and charging at the goat as if on battle, his brothers following him.

"Whoa, whoa." The little baby was contented to lie down under the goat's belly, smashing the goat's milk so hard that the poor goat was pressed against Zippa's back and could not move at all. (To be continued......)