Unbeknownst to Arrod, his little invention turned out to be someone else's murder of Hough. Hannes's opportunity, he didn't know about the incident and the disaster it would bring to him in the future. Sir Wendell and his party passed through the Danube, and because it was under the banner of the Duke of Meadow, the Earl of Upper and Lower Byrne did not embarrass them. At this time, the Duke of Bavaria was still neutral between the Duke of Mason and the Duke of Saxony, so the vassals of the Duke of Bavaria were also happy to sell them a favor, and the nobles of Europe who had no relatives in the last three generations could not make a feud for the Duke of Saxony.

After a week or so of travel, they finally arrived at the Duke of Mason's territory of the province of Mason, the duke's castle is located on this small plain, the duke also has a territory whose name makes Arold very familiar with that is the province of Weimar, this territory is separated by the territory of the Duke of Thuringia's vassals, and Weimar is adjacent to the Duke of Saxony's Göttingen province, listening to Sir Wendell's introduction to these big noble territories, Arold felt that his head was as big as a fight, but Yves listened to it with two eyes shining, too, isn't this ** Did Silk hear the deeds of Gao Fushuai? The great nobles of the two provinces, with many vassals at their disposal, lived in fortified castles, guarded by brave knights. Looking at his own family, a dilapidated small village for quarrying, a lord's house made of wood, a handful of servants, and a poor clanging treasury, it is really no better than not knowing the way.

"Take it." From the side of Sir Wendell and his party, it was common to pass knights dressed in a mixture of chain mail and plate armor, wearing various types of open-closing snow helmets, carrying swords at their waists, holding sharp spears, and their coats and blouses bearing the insignia of their respective families.

These were knights from the county, some of them were even knights of the duke's inner palace, and they not only had rich fiefs as a source of armament finance, but some also collected taxes from the free cities, so they did not worry about equipment and soldiers.

Compared to these wealthy knights, Sir Wendell and his family still felt acceptable, after all, these knights were an important force on which Lord Duke depended, but then what they saw made Sir a little restless, only to see that the team of poor knights and foot sergeants was also much stronger than his own, which made Sir feel a little ashamed.

"Father, will the Duke have an opinion about our equipment and soldiers?" Yves said worriedly to Sir Wendell.

"Well, we just have to do our best." Sir Wendell smacked his mouth, not knowing how to answer his son's question, he said vaguely.

"If you knew that Lu Dao had already known, it would be better to simply find a richer village to rob it and enrich our supplies." Yves said angrily.

"Shut up, we are noble knights, how can we do such dishonorable banditry." Sir Wendell said sternly to his eldest son.

"Yes, father." Eve's head lowered a little unwillingly, but Arold saw him biting his lip and looked unconvinced.

"Yves, can we go and loot the village?" When they set up camp outside the castle in a place designated by the duke's herald to rest, Arold, who had continued his swordsmanship training, took advantage of the break to ask Eve, who was sitting under a tree with a piece of grass in his mouth and a seemingly absent-minded look.

"Of course you can, the knights' estates under the Duke of Saxony are near here, if we don't rob, someone will do it, my father, this old stubborn, even cares about the honor of knights, damn it, those nobles who don't rob others, even those poor knights are better equipped than us, and they don't get the money from doing some banditry." Eves jumped up from the ground in anger and complained loudly, but there was nothing he could do without Sir Wendell's orders, in fact, Sir also had his own reasons, although robbing other people's fiefs made a profit for a while, but this was tantamount to forming a grudge with the owner of the fief, and many generations of blood feuds between nobles were usually concluded in this way.

Arold thought about it thoughtfully, but he didn't expect that the knights who flaunted justice and nobility were actually a group of robbers full of violence in their bones, which may be the cultural root of the plundering of Western powers around the world after modern times, just when Arold began to examine the medieval knights again, he heard the sound of crowds shouting and weapons fighting in the camp covered with various colored flags, and he looked curiously.

"Oh, it's probably where those lords are competing, you can go and see for yourself, I'm not in the mood to teach you today." Yves looked up and looked at the place, and folded his legs again to rest against the shade of the tree.

"A joust between knights." Arold felt a burst of excitement in his heart, after studying swordsmanship for such a long time, he really wanted to see how the knights with their whole bodies fought, which was very beneficial to the improvement of his swordsmanship experience.

In the center of the camp, I saw people forming a circle with a wooden fence, inside two knights wearing a mixture of chain mail and plate armor were fighting with large swords, their faces were covered by helmets with open and closed masks, there was no coat of arms representing their own family, but the helmet decorations on their heads were separated, one knight's helmet was decorated with a unicorn, and the other knight's head was decorated with a white swan.

"Bell~~~." Because of the armor, their movements were a little sluggish, which was the price of sacrificing speed with the defense of heavy equipment, but Arold, who had gradually entered the threshold of swordsmanship, could still see that these two knights were masters of using swords, even if the ground was muddy, but their steps were not chaotic at all, and the T-shaped steps and alternating steps were clear.

"Lord Abel, I have seen through your sword, surrender, I will make your reputation unharmed." The knight, who had a white swan on his head, said angrily from his mask.

"I hope your sword is sharper than your mouth, Your Excellency." The unicorn knight did not show any weakness, he put his sword on his arm armplate, and the tip of the sword was aimed at his opponent like an arrow on a bow, which really made the onlookers look extremely sharp in their eyes.

"It's really boring, if it's us in France, it's better to have a horse pistol joust." When the two knights competed with their swords, a group of arrogant knights in the crowd said disdainfully.

"These people are so rude." The people complained about these impudent knights, but they did not accuse them to their faces, because with these knights was the nephew of Duke Mason, Count Dedi of Lausitz. Feng. Lord Vidin.

"That's right, in the new era, only the heavy cavalry is the king of war, which is why I have traveled thousands of miles to invite you noble French knights to join the war." The Count of Lauzitz was about thirty years old, with silver-gray hair, and a flattering smile at these French knights, with a large nose and small eyes that were particularly funny, and the Germans were silent for fear of his power.

"You're right, wielding a sword is simply an act of warfare, and a swordsman who walks under a long horse gun will definitely be the first to die." The French knight, with blonde hair and two beards, said with his head held high.

"This lord seems to have a disdain for us Germanic swordsmanship, but we Germanic people have always believed only in the eyes, not in the mouth." The words of the French knights infuriated Sir Abel who was in the middle of the contest, and he stopped the duel with the knight of the swan headdress, stuck his sword in the ground, and unveiled his mask, revealing a handsome face, if handsome but with some slender features, it was really impossible to take his eyes off it.

"Oh? So how can you convince you? The French knight at the head laughed, his tone was haughty, his expression was disdainful, and he strode forward and said.

"Of course, it's a competition to find out." Sir Able drew his sword from the ground and challenged the French knight, "The French knight's reputation for bravery and skill in war has spread all over the princes, and I hope to challenge one or two." ”

"It's okay to compete, but it's not my forte, and it's okay if it's a horse pistol competition." The French knight nodded, the jousting between knights was normal, but he hated the mud on the ground that had just rained, and he didn't want to fight in the muddy water like a ruffian.

"This is easy to do, Your Excellency can ride a horse, and I will fight on foot." Sir Able said as he opened his arms and saluted.

"Wow~~~, what, foot combat is too unfair to horseback riding." The crowd was in an uproar, for those on horseback had an advantage over those on foot, and they did not understand why Sir Able would suggest such an unfair contest.

"Oh, Your Excellency, this is very unjust to you, and I beg you to withdraw your invitation to joust." The French knight was stunned, he did not expect Sir Able to propose such an unfair contest, and he could not agree to such an invitation in full view.

"I also advise you to stop this senseless joust." The Earl of Lauzitz looked at Sir Able's face with a strange expression, and he glared at him fiercely, but Sir did not treat him for anything at all.

"Our Germanic ancestors fought with great swords, and today's contest is about the collective reputation of the Germanic warriors, how can it be said that it is meaningless? If they don't dare to face the French knight's carbines, what will the Germanic warriors have to dominate Europa from now on? Sir Abel said loudly, and the Germanic people around him echoed it, and once the honor of the warriors was involved, the Count of Lauzitz frowned helplessly, and saw him whispering a few words in the ear of the French knight, and then he stopped speaking.

The men happily dismantled the wooden fence to make way for a large open space, and the attendants prepared for the contest between the two knights, and the French knights were also unable to ride tigers, so they had to mount their horses, holding the rifles with blunt weapons, while Sir Abel waited at the other end with an unopened sword, and this strange asymmetrical contest took place.