In the dense forest, several elk jumped over the bushes, behind them the white-spotted hound barked and chased after them, and the retinue with spears and clubs shouted on the periphery, and several nobles on horseback bent their bows and arrows at the fleeing elk.

"Ah, that's bad, the shot missed." Eberhard let go of his grip and the arrow hit a tall tree, but it didn't hit the target he was pursuing.

"Don't worry, we still have a chance." Duke Mason watched for a long time, he carefully observed the elk's escape route, and after identifying an elk that had been left alone because of fear, he shot the arrow in his hand.

"Whoosh~~~." The arrow struck the elk straight ahead, and the elk made a roaring sound, and the hounds took the opportunity to pounce on it and surround it.

"Good arrows." Eberhard couldn't help but admire, a clean arrow is also the standard for evaluating a nobleman, and Duke Mason is undoubtedly a good player.

"You've won a prize." Duke Mason smiled and said modestly, as a duke, his status is of course above Eberhard, but the influence of Eberhard's father, the Duke of Bavaria, is far above Duke Mason.

"Lord Duke, this deer is actually white, which is really peculiar." The retinue that had caught the elk ran over in ecstasy and congratulated Duke Mason as if to be honored.

"White deer? That's a rarity. Even Eberhard was amazed, it was the first time he had encountered such a rare deer, and even someone like Eberhard couldn't help but be tempted.

"Bring this deer back and give it to Lord Eberhard." Duke Mason kicked the horse in the abdomen, moved a few steps forward, and then said to his retinue.

"But you shot it yourself?" Duke Mason's retinue asked in confusion.

"Lord Mason, this is your prey. Do you think I, Eberhard, am a nobleman who has prey on others? Eberhard immediately objected.

"No, I've heard that your wife, Lord Eberhard, has a cold leg, so this deerskin should be a gift from me to your wife." Duke Mason gestured to Eberhard.

"You're really considerate." Eberhard was slightly stunned when he heard the words of the Duke of Mason, his wife was the sister of the Duke of Franconia, who fell into the lake when she was a child when she was out playing in the winter, but fortunately the guards rescued her in time but also fell into a cold leg. But this kind of thing is something that ordinary people don't pay attention to.

Eventually, Eberhard returned to the castle of the Duke of Bavaria with the white elk, and he gave it to the servants, who would skin it off and make it into all sorts of suitable objects.

"What about my father?" Eberhard jumped off his horse, threw the reins of his horse to the trotting squire, and asked.

"Lord Duke and Brother Robert in the chamber." The squire replied to Eberhard.

"Brother Robert?" Hearing the squire's words, Eberhard's brow furrowed, and the monk with the birthmark on his face was in a bad stomach.

"You must keep him firmly in check, this is your mission." When Eberhard walked outside the door of the conference hall. The Duke of Bavaria's voice roared through the door, sounding like he was angry at someone.

"Squeak." Eberhard frowned and stretched out his hand, he didn't know whether to push the door open at this time, but just as he hesitated, the door opened from the inside, and Baroness Charlotte burst out of it with red and swollen eyes, and almost hit Eberhard.

"Oh, I'm sorry Lord Eberhard." Baroness Charlotte hurriedly took a small step back. After apologizing to Eberhard, he hurriedly bypassed Eberhard and ran away. Eberhard, who was left with a puzzled expression, looked at her back.

"It's really useless, I thought her charm was enough to smooth out that little white face, but now it's useless at all." The Duke of Bavaria paced the chamber with an angry face, looking really angry and frustrated.

"Maybe we're too anxious, or maybe Duke Mason is so well-informed, even a beautiful woman like Baroness Charlotte doesn't look for it." Brother Robert stood in the corner. Glancing at where Baroness Charlotte had left, he sniffled greedily, as if the Baroness's fragrance remained in the air.

"The plan cannot be changed, and Duke Mason will definitely not be able to set foot on the land of the Duchy of Mason." The Duke of Bavaria said angrily, and he sat down in his seat. The heavy body made the wooden chair creaque, as if it were overwhelmed.

"What are you going to be a father?" At this moment Eberhard walked into the chamber, and he glanced at it, his stern gaze falling on Brother Robert.

"Oh, Lord Eberhard." Brother Robert hurriedly bent down and bowed to Eberhard.

"Eberhard, you don't have to worry about this, I'll take care of it." The Duke of Bavaria, thinking that his son was worried that the plan would not be completed, raised his arm and said firmly to Eberhard.

"What are you dealing with? Could it be that the beauty can't make a plan and now wants to be unfavorable to Duke Mason? Eberhard's voice echoed through the chamber, and he said in an unquestionable tone.

"Eberhard, what are you obsessed with? If you want to seize the land of the Duchy of Mason, you can't let the Duke of Mason return, don't you understand? The Duke of Bavaria looked at his son in amazement, trying to persuade him.

"Duke Mason is my friend, and no one can touch him." With his waist in his hand, Eberhard straightened up and spoke to the Duke of Bavaria and Brother Robert in the hall.

"Are you crazy? We are family. The Duke of Bavaria stood up in astonishment, and he angrily rebuked his son, but to no avail.

"From now on I will not leave Duke Mason, and my privates will be with us." Eberhard said a few words to his father, then turned and left the chamber.

"He's, he's crazy, completely crazy." The Duke of Bavaria's lips twitched a few times, and he rubbed his eyes, hardly believing that it was his son Eberhard.

"It's terrible." Brother Robert smashed his mouth, if Duke Mason was protected by Eberhard, then it would not be easy to use some tricks such as poisoning, but he didn't expect that the biggest obstacle would come from the heir of the Duke of Bavaria, which is indeed a matter of creation.

"Brother Robert, you have to find a way to fix this." The Duke of Bavaria sat down in his chair, and with his eyes closed, he held his forehead and ordered Brother Robert. (To be continued......)