The news that Sir Ron brought to Arold was about Sir Will, I don't know if Sir Will was aware that he was being followed, and after saying goodbye to the Earl of Praun and claiming to return to his own estate, he disappeared, and Arold's spies were surprised to send more men to search everywhere, while reporting to Mecklenburg, listening to Sir Ron's news, Arold stood up and walked to the window, only to listen to Sir Ron continue behind him.

"But before Sir Will disappeared, our spies saw the general of the Earl of Lauzitz in contact with him, and heard from the servants in the castle of Count Praun that Sir Will had been much more generous since his return from Schlesug."

"You mean he was bought by Count Lauzitz?" Arrold's brow furrowed, after provoking the war with the Bohemians, Count Lauzitz had instead sacked his own territory, which meant that his finances were completely destroyed, and if Count Lauzitz wanted to act, he would not be able to pay for the nobles or outlaws with his own money.

"Quite possibly, but where did he get the money? As far as I know, Lauzitz is slowly recovering from the war, but it has no money to buy knights. Sir Ron said, and Arold paced from the window with his eyes down, and he rubbed his hands together, it seemed that someone was secretly supporting Earl Lauzitz, but who could it be?

"Let the spies continue to track down Sir Will's whereabouts, and we'll know something from him." Arold did not understand why the Earl of Lautz wanted to kill Johnberg, perhaps the mystery could only be known if Sir Will was captured, and Arold had not heard from Harvey for a long time. As the head of the spy who has been spying on Count Lautzitz, why didn't Harvey have any warning of Count Lauzitz's actions?

"Then I'll step back first." Ser Ron bowed slightly to Arrod, and was about to leave when he was stopped by Arold again.

"Let the knights prepare, I'm going to take Her Royal Highness the Princess down to Mason to see my family." Arold was not a man to sit idly by, he decided to go to Mason in the name of taking his wife to the province, because it was enough not to go to war with twelve knights of the Inner Palace, and he first went to his father, Baron Wendell's Fort Lida, which was a military fortress in itself, so there would be no crisis.

In this era, it was not easy for the nobles to travel far away with their families. There's a lot to be prepared for. It must not be ready in a day or two, so it does not affect Arold to continue to select squires, and in the afternoon the young squires in the barracks outside Mecklenburg were bustling with training swords, and the nature of the young people made them unable to help but fight and play with each other. The so-called military camp was actually just a place for the army to gather outside the castle. However, the German mercenary regiment is fighting in Northern Europe. So there were only empty tents and training grounds, and blacksmiths banging next to the woods, where Arold built a two-story wooden house surrounded by a low fence. Use it as a place where officers live.

"The bunnies are in two teams." The knight in charge of the examination rode in the training ground and shouted to the young squires, who seemed to him to have these young squires come to fight like a game, which was undoubtedly very boring for those who had experienced the real battlefield.

The squires were rudely chased by the knights and quickly formed two teams, and they were required to fight in groups in order to select those who were good at using swords, but this was not the only test, there was also a crossbow and arrow competition after the melee battle, unlike other Germanic nobles, Arold liked to let his people use crossbows, a powerful weapon, because the use and training of bows really took too much time, plus the smelting base has been making crossbows and crossbow arrows, which provided him with the possibility of quantifiable crossbowmen.

"Sir Simon is really energetic." Sir Ron stood on the tower, and after he had finished arranging Arold's order, he felt that he was a little hungry, so he went to the lord's kitchen to find some food, and took it to the place on the tower where the barracks could be seen, and he leaned against the window and watched with great interest the young squires who were jousting.

"Oh, are you Sir Ron, the Earl's side?" Just then a woman's voice came from behind Sir Ron, and when Sir Ron turned his head, he saw a beautiful woman dressed as a maid standing behind him with a smile on her face.

"Sorry ma'am, I didn't see you." Sir Ron recognized her as the maid beside Princess Josie, so he hurriedly saluted her, because the maids around the princess were all born into noble families, so they could not be ignored as if they were maids and cooks.

"It's me who was rude, I've been reckless lately." The handmaiden stretched out her hand and ruffled her hair, a shallow dimple appeared at the corner of her mouth, her blue eyes stared at Sir Ron, and her cheeks were slightly rosy red, nothing more appealing to these handmaidens than the strong knights.

"If I'm in the way here, then allow me to take my leave." Sir Ron did not want to get into trouble with the lady-in-waiting of Princess Josie, a knight from a remote place who could easily fight on the battlefield, but he did not know much about the minds of the ladies of the court.

"Oh no, not at all, can you tell me what the boys are doing outside the castle?" Of course, the handmaiden would not let go of this good opportunity to be alone with Sir Ron, and accompanied Princess Josie from the Mason court to such a remote territory as Mecklenburg, which originally made her and the other handmaidens very frustrated, but soon the heroic knights around Arold attracted their attention, especially the excellent Sir Ron, who accompanied Lord Arrod, and knew at a glance that he was a knight of his confidant, and the young Arold became more and more famous, and Mecklenburg, which was originally thought to be a remote countryside, was also full of life, It is full of all kinds of novel food, and it can be said that it is much more interesting than Mason.

"Well, I don't know much, but I heard from the Earl~~~~." Sir Ron was unaware of the lady's explanation, but he didn't notice the maid's pretending to be listening. but secretly revealed the appearance of a successful little daughter.

"Kill~~~." Auschwid. Wayne clenched the sword in his hand, his family was also a knight family who served the monarch in exchange for fiefs and wealth, so the use of swords was no stranger to him, even if the heavy sword in his hand was heavier than an ordinary sword, but it was effortlessly used by Osvid. Wayne played with the sword while his opponent was sweating back, after all, this opponent was only a child of a peasant family, malnourished and untrained in fencing, and certainly not Osvid. Wayne's opponent was finally knocked to the ground. Hurriedly let go of the hand that grabbed the sword and admitted defeat.

"Auswid. Wayne wins. The referee in charge immediately declared victory. Auschwid. Wayne raised his sword triumphantly and let out a roar of joy.

"Bell~~~." But Sir Simon rode up on his horse, and struck with his sword from above, knocking out the screaming Osvid. Wayne's sword flew out and stuck in the dirt.

"What's the roar? Get out of the way. There are others who didn't play. "I heard Sir Simon's angry shouting. Auschwid. Wayne hurriedly picked up his sword and retreated.

"Come on, little Pyne." Auschwid. Wayne sees his friend, skinny little Pyne. Cheer him on, Pine helped him a lot in the morning exam, but Pine was facing Osvid. Wayne gave a wry smile. He was very unlucky to run into another squire, this squire was the son of the butcher in the town of Wismar, although normally the butcher's son can only be a butcher, but because this boy is not very old but strong, he was exceptionally included in the angry lion castle, and the skinny little Pine has no chance of winning in front of him.

"Come on, forget it, little Pyne is definitely not a big man's opponent." The other onlookers gloated that the big man was their nickname for the butcher's son, and that he was indeed the largest of them.

"No, little Pyne won't lose." Auschwid. Wayne said unconvinced.

"Do you want to bet?" At this time, some of the adventurous guys began to set up the gambling game, and the others also coaxed, and Osvid had no choice but to do so. Wayne gritted his teeth and pulled out two copper coins.

"Ah~~~." But Auswed. Wayne soon showed a toothache on his face, because the thin little Pine had no power to parry, although they had learned some basic sword skills in the Angry Lion Castle, but it was obvious that no amount of skill could be done in the face of great power, little Pine fell to the ground screaming, and the sword in his hand flew far away.

"Don't be discouraged, there's a crossbow competition, maybe this friend of yours will perform better there, ahaha." Won Auschwid. Wayne's squire laughed and patted him on the shoulder, then took his two copper coins and put them in his pocket.

"I'm sorry, Osveld. Wayne. Little Pine limped over his shoulders and learned that he had killed Osvid. When Wayne lost the bet, he couldn't help but apologize again and again.

"Forget it, you did your best." Look at little Pine, covered in mud, Osvid. Wayne couldn't blame him, two copper coins were nothing anyway, he said, putting his arm around Pyne's shoulder.

"Well, are there any good people among these young people?" Brother Elvet asked Sir Simon.

"As expected, only the children of the nobles have good swordsmanship, and the children of those peasants and commoners have no power to parry at all, what is the Lord Earl thinking, to let the children of the elite nobles fight with those commoners?" Sir Simon reports to Brother Elvet.

"Well, Lord Earl always has his own ideas, we just need to do our job, let's start the crossbow competition now." Brother Elvet shrugged his shoulders, in fact, in his opinion, the commoners only had to do their job as miscellaneous servants, and it would be a waste of time for them to learn Latin and sword fighting.

There is a row of scarecrows with targets drawn in the open space of the camp, and the attendants need to pick up the crossbow in their hands and shoot at the target in the fastest time, they have learned how to use the crossbow in the angry lion castle, but the actual use of the real crossbow is the first, the crossbow forged in the smelting base is small but very powerful, and there is also a crosshair that can be lowered and raised, as well as a leather case for the foot, this infantry crossbow is used in Arold's army to attack the infantry, and is characterized by being small and portable, There is also a siege crossbow that requires an adult to hook it around the waist, and the strength of the guò waist can tighten the strings.

"Whoosh, whoosh~~~." The first real shot with a crossbow of the little attendants, all excitedly held the crossbow at the target to try to shoot, but the study of theory and the real shooting is still a little different, they must be between five breaths, a hundred steps away to shoot the target, this is indeed for the first time to touch the crossbow of the young attendants are a little difficult, but the stubborn young people, do not think that they will lose, each is like an aggressive little rooster.

"Step on the holster of the crossbow under your feet, stretch the bowstring vigorously, put the crossbow into the groove, raise the crossbow at the target, close one eye to the target, and hold the bracket with your fingers steady." Little Pine followed what he had learned in the Lion Castle, and when he pulled the trigger, the tight bowstring made a sound, and the bolt was shot straight into the bull's-eye painted red, and the people around him cheered, happy for the thin little squire.

"I think this weapon should be banned." Stand in Auschwid. Next to Wayne, a noble kid who repeatedly missed the shot said dissatisfiedly.

"Why?" Auschwid. Before the happy smile on Wayne's face for his friend dissipated, he showed a curious expression, looking at the noble kid next to him who was from the same class as himself.

"If the peasants had obtained this weapon, wouldn't it be possible to kill a knight of noble blood who had been rigorously trained since childhood, which would be a blasphemy against the class arranged by God." The nobleman's son muttered discontentedly, his fears were not untrue, but this was the order of Arrod, Earl of Mecklenburg, and unless he and his family openly rebelled against Arrod, they could only whisper their discontent in private.

"It's not so strict, no one can defeat a knight who has been in a hundred battles." Auschwid. Wayne smiled contemptuously in disbelief, those peasants with pitchforks could kill the knights? This kind of joke is simply not funny, a knight in heavy armor can defeat a hundred peasants, this is the common knowledge of the whole of Europa.

"Let's see, my father said that the Count of Mecklenburg was a restless nobleman, and he cared too much about the interests of the commoners and serfs, and neglected the interests of the nobles. The little nobleman smacked his mouth and looked gloating, which made Osvid. Wayne's brows couldn't help frowning, compared to his lack of awareness of rejecting other classes, perhaps because his family came from a remote countryside, where his family provided protection and security to farmers and merchants, more often they were like a big family that believed in Christ, but this noble son came from Bavaria, where the nobles were particularly protective of blood and their own nobility, and had their own pride and arrogance, because Mecklenburg was once the domain of the West Slavs, In the course of his conquest, he drove out many Slavs who did not obey the orders of proselytism, and in order to fill these vacancies, he called for people from other principalities to come and emigrate, which also led to the uneven number of people.

"Oh, somebody's hurt." At this time, during the game, one of the attendants accidentally let go, and his crossbow shot hit the spectators next to him, and the scene suddenly became a little chaotic.

"Call the doctor, God." Sir Simon, who was in charge, hurried over, commanding loudly as he ran, and it was an attendant who was shot in the thigh, holding his leg and howling loudly.

"Let me come, I'm the doctor." Little Pine quickly dropped his crossbow and ran over, pushing away the crowd and saying to them. (To be continued......)