Prince Otto sat at the window, below was the changing of the guard, the commoners in the castle were busy making their living, and the bells of the church in the distance were faintly ringing in their ears, it was a peaceful territory, and the occasional robber appeared between the mountains, but the sheriffs of Henry the Bird-Catcher would soon catch the criminals and hang them at the intersection as a warning to the others.

Prince Otto curled up at the window, feeling the breeze and looking out into the distance. His father was the supreme ruler of the Holy Roman Empire, and he was also a powerful monarch, but his decrees could only be confined to a small territory, and the frequent rebellion of the dukes made the Caesar flourish early, and Henry had to make a false deal with these dukes, Otto felt that it was because of his father's appeasement that the empire fell apart. Although the Duke of Saxony often told him that in fact Henry's approach was the right thing, Prince Otto had already made up his mind that when he succeeded to the throne, he must let the disobedient dukes understand who was the real master of the empire.

"Arrod, what kind of nobleman will you be?" Prince Otto muttered to himself, after listening to the battle between the Duke of Saxony and the Duke of Mason, the one that caught his attention the most was the one who had defeated the Count of Berengaard and conquered Göttingenburg with a strange tactic, which immediately aroused Prince Otto's keen interest, and he sent his advisor Sir Bunier to investigate the nobleman, and if he wished, he could invite him to join his royal advisory group.

At this time, Arrod, who was being watched by Prince Otto, was stepping on the land of Black Marsh Village with his father and brother, and saw the thatched hut not far away, and the peasant soldiers who were still wearing leather armor and holding spears cheered, and rushed to their homes under the dismissal order of Baron Wendell, their appearance startled many old people and women who were cultivating on public farmland, and they saw these people wearing armor and holding sharp spear weapons, and thought that the Wendell family's territory had been attacked, But when they saw clearly that those were their relatives, they also cheered and hugged each other, tears of joy flowing down their cheeks.

"It feels good to be home, isn't it?" Yves also laughed, he was wearing a whole white wolf skin, he wanted to give this white wolf skin to Miss Josephine, but Miss Josephine refused, because Miss Josephine did not want her little wolves to see their mother's fur, which made Yves very depressed for a while, but when he put on this white wolf skin, the title of wolf slayer became louder in the team.

"Go home." A smile appeared on Baron Wendell's face, and he looked at his lord's house on the hillside, which was very dilapidated, but it was more beautiful than the emperor's palace in his heart.

When the Wendell family returned to their house, they found that Lady Eva was not in the house except for a wounded knight, and the knight who had been shot in the shoulder by an arrow was none other than Sir Woodlow, who had come to report the news.

"What about my mother?" Yves was shocked that he could not find Mrs. Eva anywhere in the house.

"What the hell is going on?" When Arrold saw Sir Woodlow, his wounded look was already faintly in his heart, so he hurriedly stepped forward to Sir Woodlow and asked.

"It was Robert who captured Lady Eva, who had gone to the Abbey of St. Fonso for help." Sir Woodlow's lips were pale, and the arrow wound made him a little weak, but it was impossible to ride from St. Fonso Abbey to Black Marsh Village with the wound on horseback.

"Why did Robert grab my wife?" Baron Wendell did not understand why Lady Eva had gone to the Abbey of St. Fontet for help, and why Brother Robert had taken his wife, all of which made Baron Wendell's mind flutter, and he closed his eyes and sat down on the wooden chair with the help of his servants.

"You don't know about Lundorhof. Has Dean Hannes died? Sir Woodlaw said to Baron Wendell.

"Hough. Mistress Hannes is dead? This news came as a surprise to everyone in the Wendell family, including Arold, after all, Hough. Hannes is the biggest supporter of the Wendell family, and the news is no less than a bolt from the blue.

"Yes." Sir Woodlaw nodded, slightly offending Hough. Dean Hannes talked about the process of death.

"So the current dean is Brother Robert?" Arold sneered, it seems that Hough. The death of Dean Hannes is inseparable from Brother Robert, who has received the greatest benefits, and Arrod, who has seen a lot of dark court conspiracy dramas in later generations, only thought about it for a while.

"That's right."

"Then how did my wife end up at the Monastery of St. Fonso?" Baron Wendell returned to his territory with his honor in joy, only to find out that his wife had been kidnapped, and his anger suddenly welled up in his heart.

"I know about this, my lord." At this time, Elder Tabor came out of the crowd outside the house, and he was so guilty that he would not have gone to the Monastery of St. Fonso if he had not asked Lady Eva to solve the problem of ploughing cattle.

"Oh? Elder Tabor. Baron Wendell saw Tabor come out, and he knew that it was the elder of the village, but he didn't understand what he had to do with his wife's kidnapping.

"Well, a few of the cattle in the village have been stolen by cattle thieves, so I petitioned Mrs. Eva to add a few more to the village, after all, the spring ploughing is coming to an end, and if you miss the time, the village will lose its harvest in the autumn." Tabor said to Baron Wendell, holding his hands and kneeling down.

"What?" Yves was furious when he heard this, and before he could wait for Baron Wendell to stop him, he stepped forward and kicked the elder to the ground, his hand was already on the saber at his waist, and the villagers around him scattered in fright.

"Stop Yves." Arold hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Yve's arm, preventing Yf from pulling out his sword and killing the poor old man.

"Get out of the way of Arrod and let me slaughter this bastard." Yves tried to push Arold away and draw his sword, and in his opinion that a lowly farmer had kidnapped his own mother, was enough to kill him ten times.

"Calm down, we don't know what's going on yet." In Arold's opinion, Elder Tabor did not do anything wrong, he just fulfilled his duties as a village elder, and if he killed an elder who thought about the villagers, then the villagers would definitely oppose the rule of the Wendell family.

"Get up, I want to see how a knight kills an old man." At this moment, Josephine, with red ponytail, walked up to Tabor and helped the shivering old man to his feet.

"You, hmm." Seeing Josephine help the old man up, Yves just glared, then put down the sword in his hand, stamped his foot and strode into the house.

"Whew, it's still the charm of a beautiful woman." Arold shook his arm and joked at Josephine, who smiled.

On the first day of returning to the territory, the Wendell family fell into a crisis, in the past, the Monastery of St. Fonso was their biggest supporter, so no one knew the strength of the monastery better than the Wendell family, whether in terms of financial resources, manpower and influence, it was impossible for the Wendell family to ask for Mrs. Eva through peaceful means, it seemed that there was only one way to choose, but attacking a monastery, which was unimaginable in the era of the supremacy of faith, which is why Robert was not worried, Because Duke Mason, the feudal lord of the Wendell family, could not agree at all, the Wendell family was torn between a dilemma.

"Attack, father, gather our men, attack that hypocritical monk, and hang his body at the junction." Yves slammed his sword to the ground and suggested viciously to Baron Wendell.

"No, there is no truth, if we attack like this, it will cause harm to our reputation." Already deeply familiar with the rules of the medieval aristocracy, Arold began to understand the importance of fame to a nobleman.

"Uh-huh." Baron Wendell sat in front of the fireplace, the light of the fire shining on his face, his brow furrowed, his right hand caressing his beard, a look of sorrow.

"If you count the number of people in your territory, you will find that there are fewer people." At this time, Josephine, who had walked in from outside the house, unfastened her own cloak and put it over the two wolf cubs in the basket, and then said to the people of the Wendell family who were consulting.

"What?" Yves didn't understand what Josephine was talking about, he just looked up.

"Oh, did you find anything?" Arrod was interested in the words of this shrewd aristocratic lady, and she would not say such things for no reason.

"On my way back to an old man, he whispered to me that some of your serfs escaped from your territory during your campaign, and seem to have been taken in by the Abbey of St. Fonso." Josephine sat on the wooden stool, put her two small ** objects on her lap, and gently stroked it.

"Woo, woo~~~." The two little wolves whimpered comfortably at the touch of Josephine's slender fingers, squinted their eyes and licked their noses, and fell asleep again.

"Fugitive slaves, this is it, we must find our fugitive slaves." Baron Wendell suddenly stood up and said loudly, his fists clenched as if he were about to enter the battle.

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