Duke Mason's face was pressed against the cold wall, and in his ears were the whispers of the hermit monks in the distance, who were praising the Lord and all that the Lord had created, if Duke Mason had listened with a reverent heart and given them a large reward, but now he was just a prisoner hiding here.

Lord Eberhard's men were faithfully guarding the door, and they did their duty, and from time to time they vigilantly walked to the wooden door of the shelter, opened the peep window and looked out, although the dense forest outside was as quiet as usual, but the guards knew very well that the Duke of Bavaria's men had surrounded the place, but did not continue the attack.

"Why don't they attack?" An Eberhard soldier asked his companion, who was sitting under a tree, peeling and carving a dead wood as a little entertainment at his leisure.

"Because this is the Lord's domain." Another Eberhard soldier raised his head, glanced at the sky, and said in a mocking tone.

"I don't believe it would have been someone else, but it was the Death Knight himself who led the team, and he only believed money and the Duke's orders."

"Then as long as the Lord knows, I just hope this damn mission is over soon." The soldier wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, and fighting the Death Knight was a stressful affair.

"What about the sir? Do you think he'll make it? The soldier asked.

"I don't know, but he can't die yet, and if he does, how are we going to deal with Lord Eberhard!" Another soldier said helplessly, Duke Mason's health was deteriorating, and the fugitive life and lack of nutrition had made this pampered adult physically and mentally exhausted, his originally plump face was emaciated, and his eyes were deeply sunken. It makes the contours of the facial features more obvious.

"Da Da Da ~~." Suddenly, the sound of horses' hooves sounded from the path outside the shelter, and the two soldiers alertly drew their weapons from their waists, and the soldiers near the door carefully hid sideways behind the door, peeking out through the gap.

I saw that one was covered in a cloak. The rider, whose face was not clear, was coming, neither a servant nor a guard, and was smiling through the blockade of the Death Knight.

"Gray Law~~." When he came to the door, the man on horseback tightened the reins of his horse and stopped, the dense trees rustled in the wind, the man stood for a while and turned over and dismounted, and walked straight towards the monastery, and when he came a few steps from the door, a soldier's warning sounded behind the door.

"Stop. Immediately stand where you are, and if you take another step, I'll shoot an arrow through your throat. Lord Eberhard's soldiers warned.

"Hmm." The man in the cloak immediately stood still, his hand ready to knock on the door raised and hung in the air.

"Drop your hood and let me see your face." The soldier half-crouched down and shouted out through the crack in the door.

The man did as they were told, and put down his hood when he saw the man's face. The soldier froze, and after a moment the wooden door of the monastery slammed open.

Since the end of the peace talks between the Mecklenburgers and the Dukes of Bavaria. The two sides remained at a stalemate, and although the duke's vassals sent messengers to report to the duke the traces of the Danish cavalry that had appeared on the border, the Duke of Bavaria was as unwavering as a mountain, and he listened to the fearful words of his vassal's messenger, but sent him back without saying a word. This attitude puzzled everyone until one day a week later, when things changed.

"Woo woo ~ ~~." In the camp of the besieging troops of the Duke of Bavaria, the soldiers on the watchtower blew the horn, which was a sign that friendly troops had come to support, and sure enough, a baggage force appeared from the rear. The wheels of the bulky wagon creaked against the muddy ground, the chickens in the coop clucked, and the cart full of food and poultry was exactly what the besieged camp needed, but more importantly, the man at the head carried the flag of Eberhard's.

"Father, what the hell is the matter with you calling me here?" After ordering the soldiers to deliver supplies to the quartermaster in the camp, Eberhard entered the tent of the Duke of Bavaria, and as he entered the tent, a monk with a birthmark on his face bowed and smiled and left.

"My son, it's great that you're here." The Duke of Bavaria walked up to his eldest son with a smile on his face, took his son's hand affectionately, led him into the tent and sat down, and poured a glass of wine with his own hands.

"If nothing happens, I'd better go back to the castle!" Eberhard sat down with a blank face, he had no intention of removing his armor or helmet, as if he was ready to leave at any moment.

"Eberhard, what the hell is going on? Why do you treat your old father like this for the sake of an outsider? The Duke of Bavaria sighed and looked at his beloved eldest son with a sad expression, but it did not touch Eberhard's heart.

"It's a matter of morality, you know, it's not right to do that. Unless you immediately abandon the siege of Lord Duke Mason and return him to the Mecklenburgers, then the problem can be solved. Eberhard said with a frown, his upper body straight, just like his father, and Eberhard's personality was extremely stubborn.

"It's impossible, and if we do, it won't be a matter of publicizing our crimes." The Duke of Bavaria shook his head like a wave drum and asked Duke Mason to return to his domain, who dared to guarantee that Duke Mason would not make his crimes public, and for no reason to erect enemies for himself in the north, and even the land he originally coveted was also soaked.

"It is better for this crime to be made public as soon as possible, and to seek forgiveness in the sight of the Lord and in the presence of the King." Eberhard persuaded.

"You're ruining the country I built and ruining your father." The Duke of Bavaria roared angrily, his face flushed and trembling.

"If this is the will of the Lord, then we mortals would do well to bear it." Eberhard raised his head and said unyieldingly, and stood up to leave the tent, as he did his duty to give supplies to the besieging troops.

"Ebehard, don't go. Please! The Duke of Bavaria hurriedly pleaded, with a sad expression on his face, which Eberhard had never seen before, and was stunned for a moment.

'Huh?'

"Eberhard, my beloved eldest son, I am so tired, this protracted siege has taken my health. Please stay here for a day or two and take command of the battle in my place, hmm. The Duke of Bavaria sat in his chair with his tired ass, his hands on the armrests, his gray-haired head leaning back, like a sick old dog.

"Okay, I'll stay for two days, but I'll leave when the time comes." Eberhard was silent for a moment and nodded to the Duke of Bavaria. (To be continued......)