Bright iron helmets, knee-length chain mail, pointed eagle shields, neighing horses, swords like frost, several knights in full armor fought in the open space next to the woods, twelve knights drove their horses in the clearing, at the beginning of the position where they could charge, the knights put down the tail end of the spear on the horse and clamped it in the armpit, and kicked the horse's belly with a spur, so that the horse accelerated and ran in an instant, aimed at the opponent with the tip of the carbine, and if he was lucky, he could knock the opponent off the horse within one blow.

"Ping~~." However, not all carbine charges can hit others, but if they pass by, they are likely to be attacked by the other side, and when the knights are close to each other, they give up their long pistols, draw their swords, and slash at the knights who are also riding on warhorses, and the sword hits the pointed vulture shield with a muffled sound.

"Ahh A knight with a helmet decorated with a wooden carving on his head, riding on his horse, stabbed his sword at the knight wearing a helmet decorated with a lion that was galloping from his right, but the tall knight dodged sideways, and grabbed the white swan above his head, and pulled the old man who pulled down the swan's neck, and forced the swan knight to bow his head.

Because they are all wearing bottle helmets, so the vision will be restricted, once the helmet is restricted by the line of sight can not see the other party clearly, there is the possibility of being knocked off the horse, taking advantage of the moment when the other party bows his head, the knight wearing a lion decorative helmet grabbed the other party, and his head is clamped in the crook of his arm, the swan knight's head is clamped and suddenly loses the ability to resist, the swan knight has to throw down the sword in his hand and raise his hands high to show surrender.

"Sir Mandel surrenders." At this time, one was wearing a green soft hat. The squire, with a white feather on his soft hat and a square robe draped in the coat of arms of the Duke of Mason, ran over and announced loudly.

"Good fight." At the same time, on a wooden platform two hundred meters away from the open space, Duke Ebel, the ruler of the Duchy of Mason, clapped his hands and said loudly, and there was applause around him at the same time, on the wooden platform sat Duke Abel and Princess Josie, and a little lower under them sat the palace minister Baron Wendell, Baron Wendell's face smiled, because the person wearing the lion helmet was his eldest son, Sir Eve.

"Worthy of the Wendell Knight family." A voice came from the other side of Baron Wendell, a tone of appreciation but cold. It was the voice of Count Lautz. The political rival of the Wendell family wore an ornate silk hat filled with fluff and embroidered with thirty pearls on the outside, and he wore it just as brightly. All kinds of expensive fabrics are made of zuò into Germanic robes. The more colors, the more it indicates the opulence and nobility of the nobility.

"Thank you for your appreciation, Lord Earl." Baron Wendell smiled and glanced at Count Llozic. The self-proclaimed clever count, coveting Duke Mason's succession, provoked a war with Bohemia, only to have his own territory attacked. Even the castle was ransacked, and the treasures accumulated by the original family were divided between his second son Arold and the three vassals, and now this luxurious garment, Count Lauzitz has worn on three occasions.

"Hmph." The Count of Lautz glanced at Baron Wendell out of the corner of his eyes, thinking that even if he became the palace minister of the Duchy of Mason, but the country nobles are the country nobles, and they are simply no better than the hillbillies, and the color of the clothes on his body is rough, if it were not for the palace gold pendant around his neck, I am afraid that no one would know that this is the minister in the principality.

"Lord Count Lauzitz, I heard that your territory has been sacked by the barbarian Bohemians, and you will not return to your own territory to re-govern?" Princess Josie asked Count Lauzitz curiously.

"Ah, Your Royal Highness Princess, I have appointed my own courtiers to return to my domain, and he will settle the matter for me." Touching his beard, the Count of Lauzitz sent Brother Robert back to Rausitz to reassemble the serfs for himself, and to take over his castle, while he would temporarily resume the production of his domain, and wait patiently for a reply from the Duke of Franconia.

"Is it okay for you not to govern your own territory yourself?" Princess Josie then asked, disgusted with the Count of Lautzits, who had been pestering her brother lately, and thought to herself that it would be good if Count Lauzitz returned to her own domain, so that her father-to-be could establish a friendship with the Duke of Able.

"Serving my own feudal lord is the first task of the feudal courtiers, and I am willing to listen to the dispatch of the Duke at any time." Count Lauzitz immediately stood up, bowed to Duke Abel and said.

"I understand your loyalty, and now my sister let us watch the knight joust quietly." Duke Abel waved his hand impatiently and sat down Count Lautz, who was blocking in front of him, Baron Wendell's brows furrowed slightly, not understanding what Duke Abel had in mind?

"Hmm." Princess Josie glanced helplessly at her brother, and Duke Abel seemed to be watching the tournament with all his attention, as if he didn't care at all about Count Lauzie's past.

The eventual winner was Lord Eve, the eldest son of Baron Wendell, the brave knight took off his helmet and let out a wild cry after knocking down the last knight, and the surrounding spectators also responded enthusiastically, this knightly contest was not only watched by the noble courtiers, but also the commoners, which was regarded as a grand occasion after the Duke of Able inherited the title, and this knightly tournament was held on the grounds of the name day of the Duke of Able, which was held to unite the people and nobles of the Duchy.

"Yves. Sir Wendell, I grant you this sculpture of the Golden Knight as a reward for this wonderful contest. Yves stood in front of the Duke of Abel and accepted a golden sculpture handed to him by the Duke of Able, and most importantly he was rewarded by the Duke of Able.

"Thank you, Lord Duke, I am very honored." After saluting the Duke of Abel with the golden sculpture, Yves turned around and held the prize alof, and the people around him cheered, chanting Yves' name as if they were heroes of antiquity.

"Yve, would you like to be my knight of the Inner Palace?" Suddenly, Duke Abel proposed to let Yves become his own knight of the inner house, which made Yves a little stunned, becoming a knight of the duke's personal guard means that he will become a close vassal of Duke Ebel, you must know that the duke is likely to divide the land to these close ministers who get along with him day and night in the future, the core of the feudal system is the relationship between people, and a like-minded courtier can obtain land and rights.

"I'm here for you, honorable duke." Yves hurriedly knelt down on one knee and offered his loyalty to Duke Abel, Baron Wendell was happy to see this scene, it seemed that Lord Duke still favored the Wendell family.

"Great." Princess Josie also breathed a sigh of relief, her brother had not forgotten the loyalty of the Wendell family, while Count Lauzitz's expression was unexpectedly calm.

In Fort Mason, Princess Josie entered the room of the Duke of Abel after the jousting tournament, and the young Duke knelt in front of a red velvet tablecloth and prayed to a cross made of gold and precious stones, and Princess Josie stood by and waited for a moment.

"My sister, why are you here?" Duke Abel stood up, made a cross on his chest, and turned to Princess Josie in question.

"Sorry to disturb your prayers, my brother, but I have some questions I want to confirm." Princess Josie asked after saluting Duke Able.

"It's okay, I'm here to welcome you, my dear sister, and your questions." Duke Abel smiled and replied to Princess Josie.

"Before you inherited the title of duke, Count Lauzitz had a lot of problems with you, why did you keep him in the court?" Princess Josie asked, puzzled.

"Because he has no strength, I should let him go back to a place I can't see in Lauzitshire, so that he can react if he makes any rash moves." The Duke of Abel knew everything about his sister.

"Well, I can understand this explanation, but why you are gradually cold to the Wendell family, don't forget that it was the Wendell family who supported you when you needed it most."

"I know that my sister I am by no means an ungrateful person, you know me, just." Duke Abel frowned, and he lowered his head and walked to the small altar where the cross was placed, and looked at the golden cross.

"Just what? You know, I'm about to become Arrod. Wendell's wife, if we don't get the Herman family and the Wendell family to be closely connected, disaster may happen between our two families. "Although Princess Josie is a simple and gentle woman, she grew up in the court, and it is not uncommon to see stories of the kingdom falling due to improper marriages, and she will never allow such things to happen to her family.

"I, I'm afraid of Arrod." Duke Abel smashed his mouth, pressed his hands on the wooden table, bowed his head slightly and said to his sister, this is his only relative.

"Afraid of Arrod?" Princess Josie asked, puzzled.

"Think of what he did, my sister, even if our father was alive, oh no, what even Henry the Bird Catcher could not do, defeat the vassals of the Duke of Saxon, conquer the lands of the Slavs on his own, defeat the terrible Bohemians with a small force of mercenaries, and his whimsical weapons, and an army that is almost invincible, and what he did was completely different from ours, I can't understand it, and my heart is full of fear, what if, if he wants my title? Who could stop him, and with all the vassals in the principality allied with him, what if everyone elected him as a duke? Duke Able's shoulders trembled, he did not dare to let his sister see his weak side, but the bitterness that had been held in his heart for so long had no one to speak, and he was full of jealousy and fear for Arold. (To be continued......)