Once Baron Wendell had found a suitable reason to go to war with the Abbey, he would not flinch any longer, and the old knight was ready to gather his men and go to the Abbey of St. Fonso to retrieve his wife, but he was stopped by one man, and it was Sir Woodlow, who knew about the Abbey of St. Fonso, who told Baron Wendell that there were more than a hundred mercenaries in the Abbey, and that these mercenaries were bloodthirsty and brutal and heavily armed.

"What are we afraid of, are we still afraid of a group of despicable mercenaries?" Yves had already taken out his broadsword, and he carefully wiped it with a thick linen, the chain mail on his body rattling.

"Mercenaries?" Baron Wendell was a little hesitant, a hundred mercenaries are not something that the current Wendell family can deal with, even the knights of the earl will suffer in their hands if they are unprepared, and now the Wendell family, who has just experienced the war, can deal with these brutal bandits?

"Lord Baron, you can go to your own barony to recruit troops, otherwise it will be impossible to defeat Dean Robert with the strength of Black Swamp Village." Sir Woodlaw lay on the couch and suggested to Baron Wendell.

Wendell, who has become a baron under Duke Mason, has not yet gone to Duke Mason's domain to accept his barony's domain and manor, and he can collect taxes and troops from his own domain, and he is already an independent large landowner class, Sir Woodlow's suggestion is pertinent, and only the resources in the barony's domain can confront the abbey, Baron Wendell patted his head after hearing this.

"Ah, thank you, Lord Sir Woodlow, for seeing that I have forgotten this in a hurry." Baron Wendell walked a few steps to a wooden table, where on the shelf of documents, he put a few coupons of parchment and ink, even when the Wendell family was in the most financial difficulties, he did not take these things to sell, Baron Wendell picked up a goose feather and licked the inkwell, brushed and wrote on the parchment, and then removed the ring in his hand and rolled it in the parchment.

"Father, what are you?" Arold looked at the parchment that Baron Wendell handed him and did not understand what he was going to do?

"Take this to my barony's domain, where to gather soldiers and bring them here, Ifu and I will be waiting for you here, be quick, you set off immediately." Baron Wendell said in a serious tone after handing the parchment to Arrod.

"It's good." Arold looked at Baron Wendell's serious face, took the parchment into his arms, and he didn't care about resting in the urgency of the situation, so he took his sword and some food, and was about to ride his horse to the territory that Duke Mason had given Baron Wendell, just then Josephine stood up and stopped Arold.

"Take my cousin with you, he can ride a horse with a sword, and he's a good helper." Josephine gestured to her cousin, who was standing behind her, and said to Arrod.

"Okay." At this time, Arrod did not talk much nonsense, he nodded at Josephine's cousin, and the two of them walked out of the lord's house, and the servants had already brought mounts and torches, which were enough for them to use on the road.

Because Arrod only knew that his father's domain was outside the Duke of Mason's castle, and he had not been to the specific location, he went straight to Masonshire, wanting to find out where to inquire about the specific location of the barony newly divided to the Wendell family.

After the ** rush, Arold felt like his butt was about to be bumped, and he was about to be separated from his body, so he had to reduce the speed of the horse, and the mount slowly trotted on the trail, the early morning sun shone on his body, the chain mail on his body shone with the brilliance of Zeze, and the smock on his body was newly made, with Arold's black lion carbine coat of arms on it.

"I envy you, Lord Arrod." At this time, Miss Josephine's cousin, who had been silent for a long time, looked at the coat of arms on Arrod's body and said with envy.

"Oh, envy what?" Arold was curious about the cousin of Miss Josephine, who had taken the initiative to speak, why a cousin of Sir Evan was as low-key as a guard, of course, this was an internal matter of Sir Ivan's own family, and Arold had no intention of inquiring.

"Have your own family coat of arms, which will bring glory to your descendants." Miss Josephine's cousin looked away from Arrod's body, and continued, his voice very magnetic and impressing, reminding Arold of the male anchors on the radio he had listened to in his previous life.

"Really? As Sir Ivan's cousin, you, too, will one day be famous. Arold saw his lonely look and said to him comfortingly.

"No, it won't, because, because." Miss Josephine's cousin's brow furrowed, and he opened his mouth to think about it, as if he had made up his mind, "Because I am actually the illegitimate son of Sir Ivan. ”

"Bastard?" Arrod's nerves beat a little, illegitimate children are the tragic products of the nobles in the case of non-marriage and not being blessed, under the domination of a moment of lust, the illegitimate children have half of the noble blood, but they do not have the inheritance of the nobles, and they are not even recognized by their own father's family, but there are also some nobles who use their authority to forcibly promote the status of illegitimate children without children, but this kind of precedent is very rare.

"Yes, I am an illegitimate child, my name is Julian, my mother is an ordinary village girl, and my father is Sir Evan, and I am the result of a drunken **." Julian's tone was flat, as if he was telling someone else's story, but Arold could hear the bitterness of his experience, but why Julian would become Josephine's cousin and serve as her bodyguard made Arold wonder.

"So did Josephine know about it?" Arold asked.

"Of course, when my mother gave birth to me, I died in childbirth, and when I was three years old, my mother's husband took me to Sir Ivan's house and demanded that Sir compensate him for his losses and take me back, but Sir Evan refused to admit it, and just as my mother's husband was about to fall to my death, it was Josephine who suggested that Sir Evan take me in, and from then on I became the child of Sir Ivan's distant relative."

"And you resent Sir Ivan?"

"No, being an illegitimate child is not blessed by God in the first place, and perhaps I should have been thrown to my death at that time without having to endure this painful status, but I would not have died easily until I had repaid Miss Josephine's kindness." Julian told about his miserable life experience, which even Miss Josephine would not know about on weekdays, but today he looked at Arrod, who was the same age as him but already had the title of earl, and wondered why these words, which had been held in his heart for several years, poured out like beans.

"You're not wrong, every life is blessed, we are born or involuntarily, just like me, as the second son of Baron Wendell, this matter is not up to me, but we can work hard to make our own world." Arrod tightened the reins of his horse, and he walked side by side with Julian, speaking to Julian.

Julian fell silent again at Arold's words, but there was a new glow in his eyes, a hope for the future. The two rode side by side between the wilderness and the fields, and the road from the village of Black Marsh to the county of Mason had to pass through the lands of many lords, but because of Arrod's noble status, they were not troubled when they passed, and they were sometimes warmly entertained by the local lords when they were lucky, with warm quilts and ales and abundant food, but when they were unlucky, they could only light a bonfire in the forest, and the two took turns keeping vigil, because wolves often wandered around in the middle of the night.

"Phew, after three days and three nights, it's not easy to finally set foot on Mason County." Julian's face was bearded and haggard, but there was joy on his face, and it was more than anything good that they had finally reached their destination after a long journey.

"yes." Arold said hoarsely, his face was also very haggard, because of some rain on the way, Arold felt a little fever on his forehead, his throat was red and swollen and painful, he knew that he had a cold and flu, and urgently needed to find a place to stay, drink some hot soup and rest, so when he set foot on the destination, his heart was also very happy.

They hastened their horses and came to the castle of the Duke of Mason, because they needed to visit Sir Abel, so they prepared to go directly into the castle, and rest in the inn before going to meet them, but when they entered the city gate, a little accident occurred.

"Who's coming?" Guards armed with broad-bladed axes stopped Arold and Julian, who was ill and wrapped himself in a gray cloak, so that the guards did not see his coat of arms, but thought it was an ordinary horseback traveler.

"Get out of the way, Count Mecklenburg." Juliantze took a few steps forward, and he shouted to the guards.

"Count Mecklen?" The guards looked at each other blankly, wondering why the heretic Count of Mecklenburg had come here.

"Yes, the earl who was personally canonized by His Honourable Duke Mason." Julian said proudly, as if he were Arrod's squire.

"Ah, it's the Landless Earl, hehe." The guards all laughed, and it seemed that Arold's reputation had spread among all classes.

"Shut up, Lord Arrod is the Earl of Macron personally appointed by Duke Mason, and your ridicule of Lord Arrod is a mockery of Duke Mason's title and authority, and we will report this matter to Lord Duke." Julian was usually silent, but at this time he was sharp-tongued, and the guards were speechless, and when they heard that they were going to report to the Duke of Mason, their faces turned pale, and the mockery among the nobles was fine, but if the Duke knew that these lowly guards dared to laugh at the nobles, even if they were not valued by the Duke, then a whipping would be indispensable.

"Please don't, for God's sake, we didn't mean to." The guards hurriedly bowed to Arold and Julian, and their panicked appearance amused Arald, but it was a good feeling of being feared.

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