A silk scarf that indeed symbolized the white flag was carried on the wooden pole that protruded from the tower, and at the same time a man's head poked out of the narrow window, reaffirming his willingness to surrender, only hoping not to harm the women and children inside, Arold wanted control of Göttingenburg, and too much killing was not what he intended.

"Okay, I agree to your request."

"I don't know who you are? If we can't guarantee it with our reputation, please forgive us for not being able to trust it. But the envoy of surrender is not sure whether Arold has the right to accept surrender, and if he is a nobody, he is likely to break the treaty casually.

"I am the second son of Baron Wendell, Sir Arrode." Arold had to raise his head and report his name to the messenger, and Baron Wendell also came to the gate at this time, and a small group of castle guards had just stopped them in the alley, and they were finally defeated.

"Alright, sir, I'll inform the Earl." When the messenger heard that Arold was a knight with a knighthood, he nodded and withdrew his head to report to the Earl of Ulrichi.

"Arrod? Never heard of the name. Count Ullisi frowned, and when he heard the messenger's reply, he was suspicious, such a thing as surrender was too big, and if he didn't do it well, he would be deceived and killed.

"Lord Count, or we will wait, if Duke Mason himself comes and surrender again." Then the adjutant saw that the knocking on the gate had stopped, and advised Count Ulrichi.

Arold raised his hand to tell the soldiers to stop banging on the gate, if the enemy wants to surrender, there is no need to destroy this thick gate, you must know that it takes a lot of money to repair a gate, since Duke Mason is going to complete Göttingenburg, then he will give him a beautiful one, which can also deepen the duke's good impression of himself, Arold even began to think that Duke Mason will give him which county to govern, how to govern after getting the land, Arold has no experience in this.

"Arold, Count Uri may be going to play tricks." Baron Wendell strode up to Arrod's side, and he heard Yves inform Count Ulrisi that he wanted to surrender, but with his many years of experience, Baron Wendell felt that Count Ulrisi would most likely not surrender to a young and unreputable knight like Arold, and now he just wanted to use surrender to stall for time.

"Is this possible?" Arold was a little unconvinced, he had an absolute advantage, and as long as he broke through this door, the people inside would have no possibility of resistance, and it was impossible for the Earl of Ulrichy not to know this.

"It's a matter of face, and the fact that a dignified earl surrenders to an obscure knight is detrimental to Ullisi's reputation." Sir Wendell patiently explained to his son that it seemed that the nobles valued face more than their lives.

"Wait a little longer." Arold held on to his sword, he touched the beard that was beginning to grow on his chin, trying to get the tower intact, but after a while no one appeared at the window of the tower, Arold was a little annoyed, he felt that he had been tricked, and in a fit of rage he called out to the soldiers who were sitting on the ground resting, and ordered them to attack the gate with more violent ramming.

This time, the white flag of surrender stretched out from the tower was useless, and the gate was finally breached under the onslaught of the Wendell family, only to hear a loud squeak The gate collapsed, and the soldiers of the Earl of Ullisi, who were holding the door inside, hurriedly took a few steps back, otherwise they were almost crushed under the collapsed gate, and the soldiers of the Wendell family saw that the gate was breached, and they roared excitedly and rushed into the tower, one side was full of morale, the other side was trembling, and the entire tower was controlled by Arold and others in three or two.

"Ah~~~." Arold had just taken a breath as he held his "Terminator", and before he could recover his senses, he heard the screams of women and children coming from the prayer room in the tower, and saw several light foot soldiers with greed on their faces dragging the noble women and maids out of it, seemingly intending to rape these women and vent their bestial desires.

"Fuck off, who told you to do it to these women and children." Ignoring his weariness, Arold walked over and kicked the light infantry over and cursed.

"This is our trophy." The light infantry is the conscription of the Duke of Mason, they have already killed at this time, and they have long been inferior in their eyes, they have been at the bottom of the society all the year round, and they have the right to control the life and death of others at this time, so they are extremely dissatisfied with Arrod.

"How do you want to rebel?" Arrod, who also had several lives on his hands, and his heart was much fiercer than in his previous life, he squinted his eyes and held his sword, and said to these light infantry with a sneer, and the armed servants of the Wendell family saw that their little master was in danger, and immediately surrounded them with weapons.

"Yes, I'm sorry sir." The light infantry calmed down at this time, and when they saw the bloody sword in Arrod's hand, and the noble private soldiers who were eyeing him, they hurriedly lowered their heads and lowered their weapons in their hands, and threw down the women to leave, at least there were some valuable things in the tower to take.

"Woo~~~." The frightened aristocratic woman and the maid hugged each other, and looked at Arold with blood dripping from the chain mail and blouse in fear, perhaps in their eyes Arold at this time had no chivalrous demeanor at all, but seeing that Arold did not seem to be rude, the noble lady with a pointed chin and blue eyes tried to calm down, she straightened her sapphire blue dress, and stood up tremblingly.

"Thank you, Lord Knight, I am Eliro, the niece of Lord Count Ullisi, wife of Baron Raymond, and I know that you are a knight with noble manners, and you will not attack weak women, right?" The noblewoman showed the etiquette of a good aristocratic education, her eyes were full of mercy like a cow, and her pupils were a little larger than the average person, which made people look very beautiful.

"Don't worry, I, Arrod, will not make a move on women and children." Arold nodded slightly, and asked the two armed servants to stand at the door of the prayer room to protect the women and children, and walked to a table in the hall exhausted, pulled a chair and sat down.

"Hey, Arrod see what I found? Wines of Burgundy. Yves happily found a bottle of wine from the tower, opened his mouth excitedly and drank it, the red wine flowed down his mouth to the smock like blood, Yves took a few big sips and handed it to Arrod, who also poured a large sip of it, this victorious wine was exceptionally sweet and delicious.

"Found Count Ullisi." Baron Wendell did not rest, he knew that the war would not end until he captured Count Ullisi, and he led his soldiers to find the Count of Ullisi in the attic of the tower, and politely invited him out.

"Oh, hello Lord Earl, I beg your pardon for not being able to get up and salute." Arold looked at the Count of Ullisi, who had been brought to the hall by the soldiers, his armor was covered with dust, his beard was shawl, and the helmet on his head had been thrown out of nowhere, and his face was full of the loss of the vanquished.

"I want to be treated as a prisoner of war in a way that suits me." Count Ulrichy ignored Arrod, but bowed slightly to Baron Wendell on the side, thinking that Baron Wendell was the commander of the battle.

"I'm sorry Lord Earl, I have no right to make a decision, this battle was won by my second son." Baron Wendell looked at Count Ulrich, then pointed with his left hand to Arold, who was sitting in a chair, and explained to Count Ulrich.

"What? He? Count Ullisi looked at Arrod who was sitting in his chair with an incredulous expression on his face, was it possible that he had been defeated by such a young knight?

"That's right, sir." Arrod spread his arms and pursed his mouth with an indifferent expression.

"Hahaha, you're a monster Arrod." Ifda, who was drinking on the side, laughed, and he patted his brother on the back and said loudly, "Conquering a castle at such a young age will soon spread throughout the kingdoms of Europa."

"Hmph, if it weren't for that kind of catapult, how could I have fallen in the hands of a milky kid like you." The Count of Ullisi was resentful, and he looked like he would not admit defeat.

"I'm sorry Earl, but that catapult is also my brother's handiwork." Yves lazily tossed the jar of wine aside, leaned back, and watched as Count Ulrichie blew and burped, then said lightly.

"No way, you think this lie will make me believe that you just want to fool me." Count Ullisi laughed miserably and shook his head.

"Unfortunately, that's true." Baron Wendell nodded, affirming this.

"Lord, are you punishing me?" Count Ullisi's face turned pale, and he muttered to himself.

When Duke Mason rode a tall horse and entered the tower of Göttingenburg with the posture of a victor, he saw the nervous look of Count Ullisi, and his heart was amused and sad, so he did not put Count Ullisi in the dungeon as a prisoner, but as a prisoner of honor, which also showed that Duke Mason was in a good mood. That night, the Duke of Mason and his nobles held a banquet of victory, using food from the granaries of the Göttingen fortress and the commoners in the castle on their own initiative, and thus this important province of the Duke of Saxony fell into the hands of the Duke of Mason, the greatest trophy he had obtained since several battles with the Duke of Saxony.

"Well done Sir Arrode, tell me what reward you wish to receive, I will give you generously." Duke Mason sat on a wooden chair by the warm fireplace, holding a silver glass filled with wine in his hand, and said to Arold who stood in front of him.