The main tower of Duke Mason's castle is located on a high hill, where is the tower first built by the Herman family, the history of the Herman family is said to be very long, dating back to the time of Charlemagne, when the Herman family was just a small lord on the border, their tower was only two floors, and then gradually increased because of the rise of the family's power, three and four floors gradually increased, when it could not be increased again, the Herman family began to build the city wall on the periphery of the tower, Circles and loops slowly stretched outward from the hills, and the further they went, the closer they lived, the more close to the Herman family lived, until the outermost layer formed the various dwellings that worked for the Herman family.

"How many walls are these?" Yve, when he crossed the backmost gate, scratched his head and turned to Arrod to ask.

"The third way, this should be the last city wall, isn't that the tower where the duke lives?" Arold looked at the sturdy stone walls around him, and couldn't help but sigh for the financial and material resources of the Herman family, these brick and stone structures are unbreakable, the green moss on the city walls shows the age, the guards on the city walls with broad-bladed axes and hats are always vigilant, the arrow towers are lined up in the castle, and the archers look out through the narrow shooting holes, all of which make the people who see them feel incomprehensible.

"Here we are." The main tower of the castle takes the shape of a three-dimensional square column, and from the four stone steps, Arold and others can see that the gate of the tower is made of strong oak, and is fastened with black iron bars, and three rows of iron nails are nailed to it, and above the gate hangs the family heraldic flag of the Duke of Mason, fluttering proudly with the night breeze. A gap was revealed in the gate, and the small attendants in the square robe coat of arms went in and out, bringing in food from the lord's kitchen on the side of the tower from time to time, and the light came through the crack in the gate, and the laughter of the people also came out of the empty field, the tall tower of the four floors, the windows of each floor were filled with lively lights, and from time to time there were men in aristocratic costumes and well-dressed noblewomen smiling and talking to each other in the windows.

"This is my home, welcome to you and my friends." Sir Able stood on one foot on the steps, smiled and waved his arm back to Arold and the others, his tone of pride in his voice.

"Beautiful home." Yves raised his head at the tower with wide eyes, and followed Sir Able in despair.

"A place of solemnity and glory." Sir Wendell looked at the tall tower, and said in a tone of remembrance that it was here that Sir had spent almost all his youthful years, and that he still remembered the first time he was honored in the tower.

"Squeak~~~." Sir Able pushed open the gate and strode in, Arold and the others followed their arrival to attract the attention of the others, and Arold entered the castle of the medieval nobles for the first time, and his heart was full of curiosity, only to see that from the gate to the innermost point, there were many huge stone pillars supporting the internal structure, and when you looked up, you could see the dome of the tower, which was not entirely stone inside, but the corridor between the staircase and the floors was made of strong birch planks, and many nobles stood there talking to each other, On one side of them were the windows, and on the other side were separated by an overhanging parapet, and on the first floor there were long wooden tables and stools, filled with candlesticks with burning candles and white linen tablecloths, where other nobles were sitting and feasting. Their voices reverberated naturally through the hall of the banquet, and Sir Wendell told Arold that this empty appearance had been deliberately built here, so that the whispers between the nobles would be amplified in the echo, so that the Duke sitting there would know who was there to tell the intrigue again, but of course it was only a good wish, and the real intrigue would naturally be carried out elsewhere.

"Father, these are Sir Wendell and his family, and they are, my guests." Sir Able walked to the back of the long table, in front of an old man with a gleaming golden aristocratic crown and silver-white hair, and spoke out to him.

"My son, you don't need to be so loud, I haven't used my deafness yet." The old man had a ruddy face, a pair of eyes that inadvertently revealed majesty, a high nose, the tip of the nose hooked downward, his lips slightly thin and pursed from time to time, the clothes on his body were robes made of blue silk, and he wore a huge ruby pendant around his neck, this was the most powerful man in the land, Duke Mason.

"Lord Duke, I am the Lord of the Black Marsh personally by the old duke, and I serve you as my most honorable sovereign." Sir Wendell hurriedly stepped forward and knelt down on one knee, he lowered his head and put his hand on his chest, and said the oath of allegiance to the Duke, and when he saw his father kneeling, Yves and Arold also quickly knelt down on one knee.

"Ah, of course, of course, I'm glad you were here for my party." Duke Mason only raised his finger slightly, his finger was thin and thin, but no one dared to question the power of this finger, because it is said that Duke Mason used it to give orders to his knights when he executed his enemies.

"Father, they are my guests." Sir Able's brow furrowed, and he felt that his father did not respect his guests enough, and said dissatisfiedly.

"My son, I've already given you a lot of face, be content." Duke Mason looked at his handsome son and grinned, amused at the young naivety of his son, his banquet contained a very important political intention, and all the lords or bishops who could help the Herman family at a critical moment were invited, and his stupid son actually brought a few unknown knights to join in the fun, and he didn't drive these people to dine with the horsemen It was already very face-saving.

"We are very satisfied to be able to attend your banquet, and we have no other intentions." Sir Wendell, of course, heard the Duke's displeasure, and he hastened to reassure the Duke.

"Well, that's good." The Duke sat in the oak chair with a high backrest, nodded and spoke in a low voice to Archbishop Rist, who was wearing a bishop's robe beside him, not glancing at the Wendell family and the others, as if he did not want to waste his energy at all.

"Maybe we shouldn't be here." Arold's heart is angry, although Sir Wendell and Eves did not care about the Duke's attitude, that is because they have long been familiar with the hierarchy living in this era, and live under this system as a matter of course, but Arold is not, his soul comes from the 21st century without hierarchy, as a natural creature must be useful, dare to fight with the heavens of the Chinese, self-esteem makes him unable to endure this contempt, but he can't bring the whole family into a catastrophe because of his poor self-esteem, So he pressed the unhappiness in his heart.

"Oh, is this roast goose? And wine. Yves didn't think so much, seeing so much delicious food, of course he wanted to enjoy this hard-won feast, so he saw an empty seat on the bench and sat down, stretched out his hand to pick up the food from the table and put it in front of him, eating and drinking was characteristic of the nobility of this era, so no one blamed him for his rudeness, on the contrary, there were several young nobles who thought that Yves was a cheerful knight and talked to him.

"Father, I want to get some air." Arold told Sir Wendell that although there were nobles who were friendly to his family, more people regarded them as outliers mixed in, and this dull air made Arold a little breathless.

"Go on, boy, I'm going to meet some old fellows, I remember there is a side door on the left, which leads to the courtyard garden, where you can go, but don't forget the etiquette, if you see the Duke's family, you have to retreat." Sir Wendell had found a few men with whom he had served the old duke, and was in a much better mood, and he told his young son.

"The duke's family should all be attending the banquet." Arold looked at Sir Able, who was sitting beside the Duke, and a middle-aged noblewoman in a silk dress, who was supposed to be the Duke's wife, and thought about walking towards the side door that his father had spoken of.

"Where's your sister Josie, Abel?" The duke and the archbishop were a little dry after talking, this Archbishop Rist said that his diocese was completely neutral in this war and would not favor the Duke of Saxony or the Duke of Mason, which made the Duke of Mason a little disappointed and helpless, if the Archbishop of Lister joined his army, then he would have enough strength to defeat the Duke of Saxony, but now the choice of the archbishop is also understandable, and even the Duke can guess that the Duke of Saxony must be trying to win over the archbishop, This made him a little upset, and he couldn't help but think of where his lovely daughter had gone, and if she could make herself happy here, the kind child would be his pistachio.

She said she was dizzy and didn't want to attend the banquet. Sir Abel picked up a piece of pork ham and chewed it in a few gulps before speaking to Duke Mason.

"What's wrong with this kid, did you tell Brother Roy to see it?" Duke Mason's brow furrowed, and he moved uneasily in his chair, the oak chair creaking, Brother Roy was a monk who was well versed in the art of medicine, and he was responsible for the health of the Duke's family.

"No, she said maybe she played in the courtyard for too long last night, so it's good to rest today." Sir Able was a little jealous of his sister, and the Duke loved his sister more than himself, but he had nothing to say, for he doted on the cutie just as much.

"You go and see her, for yourself." The Duke of Mason ordered his son dissatisfied, and waved his hand impatiently to send away a baron who stood up to toast Duke Mason, and Sir Able had to stand up and throw down the delicious food and leave helplessly.