A trickling stream flowed silently across the land, and two marching groups from the north and south, each with a brightly colored banner, came from the south, looking outnumbered, brightly clad nobles riding on horseback, and behind them peasant conscripts in tattered clothes and pitchforks, who walked and chatted with their fellow villagers about the war they were about to face.

"Damn, this is the time when I should be busy with my farm work, instead of fighting hard with a broken pitchfork." The peasant, with his brown hair and beard tangled, muttered in a low voice of indignation.

"You're wrong, anyway, you're working for the nobles in the field, and although it's dangerous to work on the battlefield, you may also get a windfall!" The neighbor next to him said with a wrinkled face, like a blooming gardenia, and said through his missing teeth.

"Oh? Old Pete, you've fought with the nobles, tell me what the hell is going on, is it dangerous? The brown-haired peasant asked curiously.

"Fighting, isn't it just according to the orders of the nobles, holding a grass fork and ping pong for a while, rest assured that the nobles will take their private soldiers to fight in front, we just need to follow their butts, if we win, we can pick up the enemy's spoils, even if we pick up a dagger, we can sell it for a lot of money!" Old Pete smiled and scratched the squeaky lice, then put them in his mouth, and bit down with his remaining teeth, making a creaking sound.

"What about the defeat?" The brown-haired peasant blinked, then asked.

"Lost? If you lose, throw everything away and run quickly. Those white-ass nobles can still save their lives with ransom if they are caught, and if we are caught, we will either be sold as slaves or killed on the spot. Old Pete slashed his throat with his thumb across his neck, which made the brown-haired farmer shiver.

"Woo woo ~ ~." Suddenly there was the sound of a trumpet from the north, and the two sides stopped across the stream. The peasants craned their necks and looked over curiously, only to see the nobles of the north leading a hundred or ten cavalry, those cavalrymen were wearing light leather armor, and they did not seem to have the majesty of the private soldiers beside the nobles of Mason.

"It's really sour, it looks like this is a peace negotiation." Old Pete said to his neighbors with great experience.

"How?"

"There are obviously not as many people on the other side as we are, and they are not nervous at all when they look at the nobles." Old Pete looked at the triumphant aristocrats in the front row. Pointing out to his companions.

"Baron Lance, the Duke has agreed to negotiate with you, please go and meet the Duke with all of you!" A Mecklenburg herald rode and delivered a message to Baron Reims with Arrod.

"What about Her Royal Highness Princess Josie?" Baron Lance looked behind the herald on his horse and said to the herald.

"There." The herald pointed back, and sure enough, he saw a carriage parked behind Arrod's side, and Princess Josie stepped out of the carriage with the help of her maid.

"Yes." Seeing Princess Josie get out of the carriage, Baron Lance nodded, and he gestured to the Mason nobles behind him. All the nobles dismounted one after another, and Arrod's brows furrowed when they saw this scene, but they didn't expect Baron Lance to have such a huge influence among the nobles.

"Whoa." The nobles clashed with their swords at their waists, and they walked towards the village on Arrod's side, where the soldiers of both sides remained outside the village and waited, and Arold walked in with only Princess Josie and five Teutonic knights and four squires.

"For the sake of fairness, I hope everyone will leave their swords at the entrance of the village." A town notary wears a round cake turban, and a merchant wears a taupe shawl. It represents fairness and justice.

"Okay." Lance saw Arold and the Teutonic knights untie their swords as well, and placed them on the wooden table at the entrance of the village. He thought for a moment and nodded in agreement, placing the saber on the wooden table at the entrance of the village, and the other nobles looked at each other and unsheathed their sabers.

The village elders' houses were usually where meetings and banquets of the villagers gathered, so there was enough space for the nobles on either side, who sat at wooden tables in the east and west directions. The Witnesses stand in the middle.

"Did you instigate the commotion in Mason Domain?" Arold looked coldly at Baron Lance, who was sitting opposite, and said mercilessly at the beginning.

"Lord Duke, what are you talking about? It's clear that the peasants are dissatisfied with the magistrate you sent, so what does it have to do with me? Baron Lance leaned back in his chair and pursed his lips and smiled.

"Let's see. But don't think I'm a fool Baron Lance. Arold narrowed his eyes and looked at Baron Lance, thinking that he had borrowed the courage to fight against him, Harvey said that he was the Duke of Bavaria, but Arold still had doubts.

"Hey." Baron Lance smiled contemptuously, thinking to himself that Arold thought he could control everything, this was a big joke, Baron Lance knew that Mecklenburg was in a period of weakness, and Baron Lance was sure.

"Alright, Baron Lance, you are my father and brother's courtier, let us settle this matter peacefully." Princess Josie sat beside Arrod, she looked at Arrold and then at Baron Lance, her soft voice had an effect among the nobles of Mason, Baron Lance closed his mouth and nodded.

"Our conditions are simple, Arold must surrender the right to be regent of the Duchy of Mason."

"This power can only be held by the people of the Herman family, that is, your Royal Highness Princess Josie." The Mason nobles said to Arrod.

"My husband is also a member of the Herman family, and the nobles' proposal is unreasonable." Princess Josie immediately retorted.

"Your Royal Highness Princess, the Duchy of Mason is the property of the Herman family, and you are worthy of the old Duchess if you are left to someone else like this?" Baron Lance squinted at Princess Josie.

"I~~~." Princess Josie's cheeks turned rosy when she heard this, and Baron Lance's words really made her unable to answer, and Arold hurriedly spoke.

"Baron Lance, are you trying to provoke my feelings with Her Royal Highness the Princess? Besides, the successor of the Duchy of Mason is William, who has half of the blood of the Herman family in his veins, why do you say that he is an outsider? Arold said.

"Yes, Baron Reims, I know your loyalty, but there is really no legitimate reason for this riot." Princess Josie advised.

"No, the nobles don't think Arold is fit to be our regent." Baron Lance's head shook like a rattle, and he stubbornly refused.

Suddenly, the negotiations between the two sides reached an impasse, and both sides fell silent, except for the occasional cough, neither of them spoke, and Princess Josie frowned anxiously, her father and brother on one side, and her own husband on the other.

"Well, if the nobles do not approve of me becoming regent, I will give up power to my wife and bring peace back to Mason in order to quell the riots as soon as possible." Arold was the first to break the deadlock, and he addressed Baron Lance and other nobles.

"Oh, did Arrodken compromise?" The Mason nobles were overjoyed when they heard this, and it seemed that Arold was really scared.

"However, I want you to provide me with 100 percent of your forces when you start war in Mecklenburg." Arold said.

"How is this possible, the nobles of Mason don't have any obligations to Mecklenburg, Lord Duke, you better dispel this wishful thinking!" Baron Lance scoffed.

"That's right, we demand autonomy from the nobility, and for the sake of fairness and justice, the laws of the principality must go through the noble council." Encouraged by Arrod's compromise, radicals emerged among the Mason nobility, and they began to demand autonomy.

"Autonomy? Did I hear me right? Arold sneered, looking at these nobles who had to inch in.

"Arold, you are just an upstart, and every family of us here is nobler than you, so why should you obey the laws made by an upstart." The nobleman Mason blamed Arrod Dao.

"It's too nonsense, so in your eyes the Herman family is just a nouveau riche?" Princess Josie immediately sided with Arrod and angrily scolded the Mason noble.

"Oh, I'm sorry Your Highness Princess." Seeing Princess Josie standing up in anger, the nobleman Mason didn't dare to speak. Even Baron Lance felt that it was too early to pursue aristocratic autonomy, and he made up his mind to realize his rights step by step, Princess Josie was just a woman, and it was impossible to control the Duchy of Mason, and the actual rights would not fall into his own hands, so why bother with this kind of thing.

"We agree with the Duke's proposal, but we need to add a few things to the peace talks." Baron Lance coughed lightly, his lips were at the edge for a long time, he looked at the empty wooden table with some dissatisfaction, but he continued.

"What is it?" Arold asked.

"The two ministers of the court and the military governor must be a nobleman of Mason's birth." Baron Lance said that the so-called two ministers refer to the palace minister and the foreign minister, the palace minister is in charge of the internal affairs and finances of the palace, the foreign minister is in charge of foreign affairs, and the military governor is all held by the Mason nobles, which basically controls the Duchy of Mason.

"This~~." Arrod's face was shocked, angry, and unwilling when he heard this, and it was particularly wonderful in the eyes of Baron Lance.

"Hehe, Lord Duke, as long as you agree, I think you can assure Mason that peace and order will be restored." Arrod's depressed expression made Baron Lance's heart feel particularly happy.

"What a wise man, what a friend of the royal family, what a Slavic conqueror, now it's just a lump of mud under my Lance's feet." Lance thought proudly, longing more and more for a glass of wine on the wooden table to celebrate and vent his inner excitement.

"Well, for the sake of peace I agree." Finally, after some struggle, Arold agreed to Baron Lance's proposal, and the Mason nobles erupted in cheers of victory.

"Arold." Princess Josie looked at Arold gratefully, her eyes moist and tearful, and she felt that Arold had made a great sacrifice for herself.

"There should be wine at this time, can't the Duke provide wine? Rest assured we will pay. Baron Reims said with a tone of tease and mockery.

"Of course there is, of course there is." Arjod nodded at the attendant with a gloomy face, and the attendant immediately turned away and brought a jug of wine to the others, and the others distributed the glasses to everyone. (To be continued.) )