The helpless Duke of Mason had to order someone to blow the trombone of the retreat, and the Mason soldiers who heard the sound of the trombone were relieved, and the remnants of the defeated army retreated from under the castle of Göttingen, looking at the enemy who retreated like a tide, the defenders of the castle of Göttingen stood on the wall and cheered, they raised their spears, maces and military hoes with a beak in their hands, and the vulgar and bold people stood on the wall battlements and took off their pants, exposing their genitals to urinate in the direction of the retreat of the Masons, and the knights of the Duke of Mason were angry when they saw it, But in the face of the high wall, there is nothing to do.

"Here today are the most outstanding warriors and the most valiant knights in my principality." When night fell, the two sides stopped fighting, except for the nobles and sentries, the other soldiers lay down with their weapons and fell asleep, a day of siege was a very physical matter for both sides, and the large tent set up by Duke Mason was full of nobles, and Duke Mason sat on an oak chair with a high backrest and looked at the nobles on the left and right in front of him.

"This is all due to your high prestige, Lord Duke." The nobles hurriedly saluted Duke Mason, and the sound of praise was endless, it seems that the ancient and modern superiors have no shortage of skills in slapping horses, but Duke Mason can manage a third-rate frontier principality to such a point, and he is indeed a very skillful figure.

"Well, although there was a slight setback in attacking the castle today, I believe that with the unity of all the brave knights and brave nobles, Göttingen Castle will be conquered." Duke Mason looked at his courtiers and nodded slightly, praising the knights who attacked the front line, and unceremoniously scolding the cowardly.

"It seems that all the people who can sit in this position are people." Arold and his father and brother stood at a distance from the mouth of the tent, originally a small country nobleman like them was not qualified to participate in the council, but as Sir Abel's knights and personal attendants, they had this place, some people may think that in order to win this place, the people of the Wendell family are too low-voiced, but the center of power is like this, if you don't step in, you will never be able to see through the game between the power.

The reason why Duke Mason was able to treat his vassals and nobles so strongly was because he controlled the power of the three counties, and the land and population of these three counties were the source of Duke Mason's strength, so the nobles in the Duchy of Mason were as docile as sheep in front of him, but both the Duke of Saxony and the Duke of Mason suppressed the power of his vassals by strengthening their direct territories, so when they started a war, the vassals would make a supportive attitude. On the contrary, the Holy Roman Emperor, who was above the principalities, had a high title and a righteous name, but when the newly elected Holy Roman Emperor wanted to wage war against the West Slavs in order to seize the lands of the pagan West Slavs, what did the many vassals of the Duchy as the Emperor nominally do?

"His Majesty the Emperor's direct territories have often suffered disasters and famines, and even my vassals have stopped paying the loyalty tax, and they really can't come up with the money." The Duke of Bavaria said to the royal envoy that this was a grievance.

"What troops? The joke has nothing to do with the Slavs and me, and I have to keep my troops against the invasion of the Magyars, and I have no time. The Duke of Swabia snorted contemptuously and pointed in the direction of the emissary, which was the supremacy of the interests of his country.

"Whoosh~~~." An arrow grazed the ear of the messenger, and the arrow accurately hit the red heart of the arrow target placed behind, and the Duke of Franconia bent his bow and shot the arrow perfectly, and turned to raise a glass to his concubine, while the courtiers clapped their hands and applauded, well, who let Henry the Bird Catcher rob his brother Conrad of the throne.

Arold looked at Duke Mason who was pointing fingers in front of the nobles, sure enough, no matter ancient or modern, strength always comes first, and the loyalty of the nobles is only towards the strong, and the territory must have its own territory, this idea is constantly burning in Arold's chest.

"Sir Wendell, please come forward." Just when Arrod's thoughts were flying boundlessly, the Duke of Mason remembered that he had not yet rewarded his eldest son, and that there was nothing to reward as his own son, Duke Mason, and that his duchy would be Able's in the future, so he decided to reward the knights who had made meritorious contributions to the Earl of Berengar, and Sir Able took the opportunity to ask for a reward for the Wendell family first.

"Yes, Lord Duke." Sir Wendell hurriedly stepped forward, and he came to a stop five paces away from Duke Mason, and the nobles on both sides looked at him with different expressions, and the gaze made the knight a little fluttering.

"I have heard from my son about the important role your family has played in the fight against the Earl of Berengar, and as a just duke, I will reward you and your family for your loyalty." Duke Mason needed Sir Abel's victory to stimulate his knightly nobles to attack Göttingen Castle, so he treated Sir Wendell with the opposite of his attitude in Masonburg.

"By God's name, that's what we should do." Sir Wendell hurriedly fell to one knee and put his hand on his chest, which rose and fell violently from the tension, and the chain mail rattled loudly.

"Very well, Sir Wendell, I will give you a manor on the outskirts of Mason, and a village in Weimar as a fief, a baron, and your second son, Arold, to knighthood, and at the end of the war the ceremony of the Golden Spurs, at my expense." Duke Mason thought a little and made an appropriate reward, don't look at Duke Mason just chatting a few words, but he took into account the interests of the Wendell family, and through this somewhat overstepping reward, it stimulated the nobles present.

"What? Bestowed on the manor village, canonized as a baron, and promoted to knighthood for the second son, it was a great honor. The nobles looked at each other, smacking their tongues, and at the same time a voice in their hearts came out unconsciously, yesterday a little knight was able to get so many rewards, so after the capture of Göttingen, wouldn't there be another earl to be produced, Duke Mason's direct territory already has three counties, as a duke can effectively control the territory has reached the limit, if you want to expand the territory, you can only increase the vassals, thinking of the large and small nobles here can't help but activate their minds.

"Thank you, Lord Duke." Sir Wendell and his sons were overjoyed, and hurriedly saluted the supreme ruler of the principality, saying that the Wendell family had risen to the middle nobility and had the power to hold a banquet to invite the local authorities.

At this time, Sir Wendell, oh no, it was Baron Wendell who felt that everything was like a dream, and his long-held wish was so easily fulfilled, and he glanced with awe at the unfathomable Duke Mason, who had a word that determined the nobility and lowliness of other nobles, and at his second son, Arrod, who had made his family embark on this road of revival.

"I will not treat the nobles who serve the Herman family badly." Duke Mason stood up in high spirits, he wore a duke's gold headband, a blue embossed velvet robe, and a shawl on his right shoulder was precious purple Chinese silk.

"Always serve the Herman family." The nobles hurriedly lowered their heads and pressed their hands to their chests, and swore loudly to Duke Mason.

"Okay, early tomorrow morning, attack Göttingen Castle and take this damned fortress in one fell swoop." Duke Mason said through gritted hatred, his eyes full of vengeful hatred.

When the meeting dispersed, Baron Wendell led his sons to wait outside the tent, when Sir Ablel stepped out of the tent, Baron Wendell hurriedly stepped forward and barricaded Sir Able, at this time, Baron Wendell's title was nominally above Sir Ebel, so Sir Wendell hurriedly bowed his head and saluted, and Baron Wendell hurriedly reached out to support Sir Wendell's shoulder.

"Please don't do that, Lord Sir, you know that you have all this to you." Baron Wendell put his arm on Sir's shoulder and said gratefully.

"Where, this is what you and your sons fought for with their own blood." Sir Able smiled and looked at the baron with an excited look on his face, and the two exchanged pleasantries for a while, in addition to thanking Sir Ebel, Baron Wendell also wanted to know where Arrod's fief was, because although Duke Mason promoted Arold to be a knight, he did not mention the issue of fiefdom.

"Lord Sir, why didn't the Duke tell us about Arrod's fiefs?" Baron Wendell asked, a little confused.

"I don't know about it, my father didn't mention it to me, you know that sometimes knights may not be able to get their own estates." Sir Able thought about it and didn't tell the truth to the Wendell family, because Duke Mason was actually very stingy with land, and it was already very generous to be able to give Baron Wendell a manor and village, but he didn't give Arold land, and Arold, as the second son, could not inherit Baron Wendell's land, so Arold became a poor knight without land, which was a bit too unfair to Arold, who had repeatedly established meritorious deeds.

"Arrod will simply give you the Black Swamp Village, and my father and I will live in Mason's manor." Yves said generously.

"No, I'll think of something else." Arold was very touched by Yve's generosity, but the Black Marsh Village was originally a fief that Baron Wendell wanted to give to Yves, and he didn't want to take it away like this, not to mention that Arrod felt that it was surrounded by other nobles' fiefs, and the barren Black Marsh Village really had no future for development.

"Well, I'll try to ask my father again, maybe it's his momentary negligence." Sir Abel looked at the two brothers of the Wendell family with great emotion, how many nobles did not hesitate to kill each other for the land, but the two young knights in front of him were very chivalrous.