Yves rested the blade of his sword on Woodlow's neck, where a large artery was very fragile. The slightest pull of the sharp blade would have spattered Woodlow's blood, but the would-be knight showed no fear on his face, as if it were not an iron sword around his neck, but a scarf given to him by his mistress.

"This trick is good, I have heard that the Wendell family is a long-established knight family, and it is really a shame to see this exquisite sword skill today." Woodlow praised heartily, and the others all nervously grew their mouths, although it was a fight, but any casualties in the contest were legitimate, Brother Robert's lips were already blue, Woodlaw was the most powerful knight in his family, if he died here it would be a heavy blow to his family, this ending made him regret it.

"Your skills are also very subtle, and the use of this dual sword is something I can't master." Yves smiled and took the sword off Woodlaw's neck, and he put the sword back into his scabbard as a gesture of goodwill, and the people around him breathed a sigh of relief and applauded the demeanor between the two knights, and the contest between the two would surely spread through the mouths of the people.

"Thank you, Lord Yve, for sparing my life, please accept this sword of mine, which has been carefully forged by Milanese craftsmen." Woodlaw held the long sword in his hand, and offered both hands to Yves to say that it was his ransom, and Yves politely accepted the sword, and then looked at Arrod. Arold didn't understand what this meant at first, but later Yves actually gave Arold this balanced sword, although the attitude was still so arrogant, but it could be seen that he hoped that Arold would inherit the family's brave style.

"I propose a toast to the wonderful jousting contest of two valiant knights." Hough. Abbot Hannes couldn't close his mouth with pleasure, he stood up and drank his glass, the inferior ale in his mouth was as sweet as the best wine from Burgundy, and the crowd responded with a roar, and some of the monks were talking about the pottery on display by Madame Eva, which seemed to be the monk who was in charge of the dishes in the abbey.

"Your Excellency, this is your little nephew, my second son, Arrod." By Hove. Abbot Hannes was pleased, and Sir Wendell told Arold to come up and introduce him.

"Oh?" Hough. Abbot Hannis looked at the slightly shy Arrod in front of him, which was in stark contrast to the five big and three thick Ives, so his eyes were full of doubts, as if to say that this is a member of the Wende family?

"Although Arold does not have the courage of Yves, this child has a talent that no one else can match, Arold will show it to your beloved uncle." Sir Wendell was full of confidence in Arrode, and he gestured with his right hand, but Hough. Abbot Hannis didn't seem to understand, so Sir Wendell looked at Arold and said.

Arold looked at Hove in front of him a little nervously. Abbot Hannes, the abbot with great prestige in this area, carries the majesty of a superior even if he does not speak, Arold has never dealt with leaders in his previous life, and he feels even more stressed and sad at this time, but at this time he saw the concerned gaze of Madame Eva, and the expectant look of Sir Wendell, and even Yves, who was chatting and drinking with Woodlow, looked at this side, and Arold suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and suddenly had an idea in his heart.

"Dear uncle, abbot of the Monastery of St. Fonso, I have a small invention that will facilitate your transportation." Arrod, according to aristocratic etiquette, which his mother, Madame Eva, had already carefully taught, stooped down and placed his right hand on his heart.

"Oh?" Hough. Hannes leaned back comfortably, shook the glass in his hand gently, and looked at his little nephew with an interesting look, he knew that the Wendell family had many knights, but an inventor was really a new anomaly.

"That's right, noble abbot." Arold slowed down, swallowed his saliva to moisten his parched throat, and continued, "Your carriage, my lord. ”

"What happened to my carriage?" Hough. Abbot Hannis found it a little inexplicable, horse-drawn carriages were a very common thing in this era, and anyone with a bit of status would have them, but in the eyes of Arold from the 21st century, their carriages were really a rudimentary mess, just a wooden frame on four wooden wheels, which were not the Chinese wheels with spokes, but a single piece of wood polished, which gave the rider the greatest pain on the muddy road itself.

"I can make your carriage more comfortable." Arold to Hove. Hannes suggested.

"What would you do?" This makes Hove. Hannes was a little curious, as a nobleman born, although he could not promote pleasure because of his status, but who would want to deliberately endure hardship, this era has not gone through the late Reformation, and the pleasures of religious people even exceed those of secular nobles.

"It's this thing, I just need to add this little thing to your carriage." Arold pulled out a small spring from his bosom, made of a wire he had picked up in the family arsenal, it was possible that a part of a weapon's armor had fallen off, and he had intended to use it for other weapons, such as a chain crossbow, but now he was going to use it for other purposes.

"What's the use of that?" Hough. Hannes reached out and took the little spring made by Arold in his hand, and he pinched it with his thumb and forefinger, and when he let go, the ordinary wire would bounce back, what would be the use of such a thing?

"If a lot of these springs are installed under the seat of the carriage, then the vibration felt by the people in the carriage will be reduced, and the people sitting in it will not feel the pain of the journey." Arold to Hove. Hannes explained.

"Do you want to sit on this?" Hough. Hannes looked at the little spring in his hand, and he didn't understand how he could sit on it. But the dull pain in his butt made him think that if it really worked, he wouldn't be complaining about the journey.

"Hough. Uncle Hannes, if you allow me, I can set up this cozy gadget for your carriage. Arold said to Hough again. Hannes bowed, then suggested.

"Well, my whimsical nephew, I agree with you to modify my carriage." Anyway, Hough. Hannes wouldn't have ruined Sir Wendell's face, even if it seemed like an unreliable idea, but as long as it was proposed by the children of the Wendell family, then it didn't hurt to agree.

"Thank you, Your Excellency." Arold was glad that his suggestion had been accepted by a big man, and he understood that his task was accomplished, so he withdrew into the crowd of banquets.

When the banquet was over, it was already dawn, and except for a few drunken and unconscious drunkards in the hall, everyone else had been arranged in the guest rooms, of course, the more distinguished guests, and the ordinary guests and servants would be arranged in the stables or in the thatched huts where the servants lived.

Early the next morning, Arold took some Hough with him early. Abbot Hannes offered springs made of wire, and Hof. The servants of the abbot Hannes unloaded the seats from the carriage, and then fastened the springs one by one to the panels below, and then covered the panels of the people sitting on them, and fastened them with planks around them. Arold was still not satisfied with his work, it would have been more comfortable to put a thick pile on this hard panel, but it should be enough for the medieval aristocracy.

"Oh my God, that's amazing." Hough. Hannes sat in the carriage and staggered around the country road, the springs minimizing the vibration of the carriage under his buttocks, which used to be like sitting on a torture rack, which was also Hough. Hannes was reluctant to go far away, but now it was a pleasure, and he couldn't help but praise it, and when he returned to the lord's house, his face couldn't help but be overjoyed.

"Are you still satisfied?" Sir Wendell asked worriedly, but he was relieved at the sight of the abbot's smile.

"Satisfied?" Hough. Abbot Hannis looked at Sir strangely, and then suddenly hugged his dear relative, and said loudly, "The word satisfaction cannot describe my mood at this time, your son is simply a master. ”

"Yes, your satisfaction is our greatest expectation." Sir Wendell said modestly.

The Wendell family to Hove. The hospitality of the abbot Hannis was appropriate, and the abbot was very happy to prepare for the blessings of the nobles and soldiers who went out on the expedition, some of the precious ceremonial vessels even prepared by the abbot himself, as the men of the House of Wendell and the conscripted soldiers knelt before the altar, and the incense vessels with expensive frankincense were swaying, and the solemn monks were around in a whispered chant, and Hof, dressed in ceremonial clothes. Hannes sprinkled the holy water on the people, and the farmers were shocked by this scene, they were now convinced that they had received the blessing of the Lord, and even if they died in battle, their souls would ascend to heaven and enjoy the gospel of heaven forever, and this was the effect that Sir Wendell tried to achieve in every possible way, and Sir Wendell smiled with satisfaction.

"Whew~~~." However, just when it all seemed to be complete, the corners of a man's mouth showed disgust and hatred, and his gaze was viciously fixed on Hove on the altar. Abbot Hannes, his hands held in his sleeves trembled slightly.