Arold sat in a chair at the window, and the people who had participated in the night raid came in one after another, Arold talking to those who entered alone, while the others waited outside the hallway.

"Your Excellency, I have told you everything I know." Earl Ron said to Arrod, who was puzzled by Arrod's behavior, but chose to obey, and this kind of solitary conversation was as if they had lost the battle, but downstairs there was a joyous victory banquet.

"I asked the others, and most of them said that in the camp, none of them had seen Baron Lance wound the Duke of Bavaria." Arold sat down in his chair, pinched his chin with his hand, and said to Earl Ron.

"Because it was dark and in the enemy's camp, it was very chaotic." The Earl of Ron reports to Arrod.

"Then how can we identify the injured duke?" Arold frowned, he always thought that this was a conspiracy of the Bavarians, but he didn't expect it to succeed, was it really that he was suspicious? Arrod couldn't help but ask himself.

"Lord Duke, is there anything wrong?" Count Ron asked worriedly.

"Oh no, maybe I'm thinking too much, Count Ron anyway, if he really wounds the Duke of Bavaria, then this night attack is a successful operation, go and enjoy the banquet!" Arold nodded at Earl Ron, and the banquet downstairs was in full swing, and although there was no wandering entertainer's performance, the warriors were beating their swords in their hands and singing rough songs, and the noisy atmosphere was transmitted through the ceiling.

The next morning, when most of the Mecklenburgers woke up from the feast, they found that the Bavarians had been surrounded by the Bavarians had withdrawn overnight, leaving only an empty camp.

"We're victorious~." Baron Fred excitedly drew his sword and stood on the city wall shouting loudly, and suddenly the Mecklenburgers and Masons in the fortress cheered in unison.

"Listen. The Mecklenburgers are cheering for their victory. One of the knights beside Eberhard turned his head to look behind him on his horse, and said with dissatisfaction, after all, this kind of battle without a fight is really boring.

"Rest in place." At this time, the Duke of Bavaria, lying on a stretcher, ordered, making sure that there was no Mecklenburg pursuit. This Bavarian army stopped, resting temporarily next to the woods and streams.

"Father, how are you?" Eberhard rode to the Duke, who was leaning against a large tree with its lush branches blocking the sun overhead, and the Bavarian Duke, covered with fur and accompanied by Brother Robert.

"I remember there was a little temple around here when you were born. One of the hundred built for you. The Duke of Bavaria said, holding the edge of the fur with his left hand, looking in the direction of the forest.

"Really?" Eberhard asked, surprised, of course, the so-called little temple was nothing more than a man-high sculpture of white marble, usually erected in avenues and quiet places, this concave shape of marble stone, carved with biblical stories, and a small pit carved under the base to catch the rainwater. For the prayers of those who travel.

"Well, I suddenly wanted to pray. But my terrible body. The Duke of Bavaria snorted in pain,

"Let me go." Eberhard stood up and strode into the forest, where a knight tried to accompany him, but Eberhard refused.

"Oh, my son." The Duke of Bavaria held out his hand. Tried to hold Eberhard, but didn't catch it.

When Eberhard walked into the forest, he saw a small temple, white marble, and a kind smile on the smooth face of the Virgin. Eberhard hurriedly stepped forward, stretched out his hand to dip his hand into the puddle of water at the base, made a cross, and then clasped his hands and prayed, praying that his father would recover soon.

"Woohoo." Gradually, however, Eberhard felt a great remorse, tears of pain, trembling all over, and his heart felt like a battlefield.

"Lord, Lord Almighty, do I really have to make a choice between friendship and affection?" Eberhard's bloodshot eyes looked at the Holy Child in the Lady's arms, and he muttered to himself, over and over again, no one could know how Eberhard chose in his heart.

After a long time, Eberhard walked out of the forest with red eyes, as if he had been relieved of some burden, and when he came to the Duke of Bavaria, he bowed to the Duke without saying a word.

"Eberhard, my child." The Duke of Bavaria gasped and said to Eberhard.

But Eberhard did not say anything, he turned and took the cloak from one of the servants, put it on himself, and then jumped on the fastest horse and galloped away from the Duke of Bavaria and his army like lightning.

"Lord Eberhard, what the hell is going on?" Brother Robert was so shocked that he tried to stop Eberhard from leaving, but was grabbed by the arm by the Duke of Bavaria.

"Never mind, he's already made his choice." The Duke of Bavaria, looking in the direction Eberhard had left, said to Brother Robert, whose face was no longer tired and sickly, as if nothing had ever happened.

"How can you be sure, Lord Duke? What if Lord Eberhard chooses the wrong path? Our painstaking plans have come to naught. Brother Robert said to the Duke of Bavaria in horror.

"Don't worry, he's my son, don't I know yet? Eberhard will do what he planned. The Duke of Bavaria raised his eyelids, looked at Brother Robert, uncovered the fur covering his body, stood up and jumped a few times, there was still a look of injury, and the old duke energetically reinserted his saber into the belt around his waist.

"What are we going to do now?" Brother Robert asked curiously, and deeply admired the old duke, even his own son deceived him, and the heart of the Duke of Bavaria could not be described as hard.

"Retreat to another castle and wait for the good news from Eberhard, Duke of Mecklenburg, hmph, dare to attack my territory, and see that I will make you never at peace." The Duke of Bavaria looked disdainfully in the direction of the border fort, he reached out and touched his beard, and said through gritted teeth.

"That's right, Lord Duke, it's time for Arrod to betray his relatives and leave his family." Brother Robert said excitedly, the red birthmark on his face writhing and jumping like a red viper. (To be continued......)