"Bastards, go to hell." The townspeople were particularly sensitive to the toll tax and the like, and they began to shout at the bound Saxon knights, who were treated like this for the first time, and the knights, as a member of the aristocracy, enjoyed all kinds of privileges and honors, and did not take the lowly commoners in their eyes at all.

"Woo." The angry Saxon knights glared at the agitated townspeople, who swore revenge on the lowly civilians, and they calmed down by the knights' angry glare, and they couldn't help but take a few steps back.

"Let them be honest." Arold was not satisfied, he didn't want this effect, and immediately ordered his men.

"Ahh Osvid picked up a stick and plunged it into the knight's back, then stirred it so hard that the knight who resisted fiercely screamed in pain.

"The townspeople, these self-proclaimed knights, seem to me to be nothing more than a bunch of robbers posing as knights." Arold said loudly to the townspeople.

"Impersonated? Is it possible? The townsfolk hadn't seen any of these knights, and they looked at each other and muttered.

"Woo." The Saxon knights were in an uproar again, and in this day and age it was punishable to go to the gallows to pretend to be nobles, and of course they would not admit to the crime.

"Let them talk." Arold asked the rags from the mouths of the Saxon knights to be removed, and immediately the Saxon knights shouted and cursed.

"Damn hillbilly, how dare you humiliate us like this, we are the knights of His Majesty the King, and I will duel with you."

"Oh my God, you are the knights of His Royal Highness Prince Donkmar. Or the knight of His Majesty the King, why do you say different things before and after? Arold rubbed his hands together and said to the Saxon knights as if he was thinking deeply.

"Of course we are also knights of His Royal Highness the Prince, does that make a difference?" The Saxon knight looked at Arold in confusion, wondering what he wanted to do.

"Of course, there is a difference, an honorable and faithful knight can only serve one master in his lifetime. The king and the prince are two different noble lords, and it seems that you don't know the difference between them at all, and you dare to say that you are not impersonating? Arold said angrily to the Saxon knights.

"Seems to make sense." The townspeople, who did not know the truth, felt that what Arold said fit their minds about knights, and that was not how the bards usually described knights.

"Nonsense, there's such a thing." The Saxon knights are really at a loss for words, they are indeed knights canonized by His Majesty the King, but His Royal Highness Donkmar is very powerful among the Saxon nobility, and is very generous to the knights. So without being summoned by the king, the knights were willing to serve Prince Donkmar.

Although many people have the impression that knights are always loyal and heroic, in fact they are also speculators who need to fill their stomachs and fight for the best of their families.

"Fake, definitely fake." The townsfolk raised their arms and began to chant.

"Go away, go away, His Royal Highness Prince Donkmar has arrived." At this time. There was a sound of footsteps outside the town, and a group of heavily armed Saxon soldiers rushed into the town.

"His Royal Highness Prince Donkmar?" The townsfolk looked at the group of soldiers in amazement. These menacing soldiers approached the Mecklenburgers, who were not to be outdone, drew their weapons.

"Your Royal Highness, please help us." Seeing the soldiers rushing into the town, the Saxon knights shouted with joy.

"It's got ~~~." At this moment, the sound of horses' hooves sounded, and Donkmar wore a helmet decorated with three bright bird feathers, and a well-made chain mail, covered with a smock representing his coat of arms. He made his way to the center of the town square.

"Cheap Mecklenburgers, let all my knights go, or I'll let your blood spill on the spot." Surrounded by his own soldiers, Donkmar spoke loudly to the Mecklenburgers and Arold.

"Ah, those are really the knights of His Highness Donkmar."

"How could the prince's knight be captured?"

"Is it really going to the roadblock and robbing? It's really lawless. The townspeople whispered to each other how the famous Saxon knights could be captured by a group of Mecklenburgers, and that the spread of this was really detrimental to the prestige of the prince.

"What if I don't?" Arold slammed his sword to the ground as he looked at the swaggering Donkmar.

"Do you think that I am my father's guest, and I will not dare to kill you?" Donkmar bared his snow-white teeth, his face became hideous, the humiliation brought to him by Arold was unprecedented, and Donkmar's heart was already murderous.

"Boom, boom, boom~~~." As Donkmar's heart moved, and he was about to order his heavily armed soldiers to kill the Mecklenburgers, neat footsteps sounded from the other side of the street.

"Oh, it's His Highness Little Henry." The townspeople exclaimed, and it was Henry Jr., another son of the king, who was leading a group of soldiers from the corner of the street.

"Little Henry, what are you doing here?" Donkmar tightened the reins of his horse, and he watched warily at little Henry, who was slowly walking on his horse.

"My brother, have you forgotten that the father of this town was entrusted to me to rule." Little Henry, wearing a round cake hat and a white turban draped over his shoulders, said gracefully to Donkmaar.

"This hillbilly has insulted me, and I'm settling accounts with him, even if you sell me a face." Donkmar's eyes narrowed, and he said as he looked at his brother in front of him.

"My brother, I am the only one who has the right to arrest in this town, and you don't have that right here." Little Henry said dismissively to Donkmaar.

"You're going to go against me, are you?" Donkmar's face turned red, he tightened his grip on the reins of his horse, and said viciously to little Henry.

"Hey, hey." Little Henry stopped talking, he just looked at Donkmar with contempt, as if to say what about it?

"Wow~~~." Donkmar's army immediately turned their weapons to little Henry, and little Henry's soldiers were not ambiguous, and a team of soldiers armed with swords stood in front of little Henry.

"Squeak~~~." At the same time, the sound of a bowstring was drawn from behind Henry Jr., and the townspeople fled into the church of the square in astonishment, fearing that they would be drawn into the battle of the royal family.

"Little Henry, I won't forget this humiliation." Donkmar's brows furrowed, he was very arrogant, but he also knew how to advance and retreat, seeing that the other party had already pulled up the archery team, he had to put down the cruel words and retreat.

"His Royal Highness, His Royal Highness." The Saxon knights saw that they were about to be saved, but Donkmar turned his horse's head and led his army out of the square slowly, and had to turn a deaf ear to the Saxon knights' cries for help.

"Hey, this." Little Henry looked disdainfully at the back of Donkmar leaving, a contemptuous smile on the corner of his mouth, and stretched out his slender fingers to look at it carefully.

"Your Royal Highness." A young and handsome Saxon nobleman walked up to his mount and stretched out his arm for little Henry to help him jump off his horse.

"You're the troublesome Duke of Mecklenburg." Little Henry jumped off his horse and straightened his wrinkled clothes, and he was in front of Arrod, accompanied by his guards.

"Your Royal Highness." Arold knew that the one in front of him was the king's youngest son, his mother was the current queen, and his mother's relatives were also powerful families in the kingdom, so he was definitely not a figure to be underestimated.

"Hmph, if it weren't for my brother Otto's request, I wouldn't want to see that." Little Henry rolled his eyes angrily, he had been calling Donkmar cheaply, and seemed to have great contempt for Donkmar.

"Well, thank you for your kindness." Arold did not want to get involved in this dispute between the members of the royal family, he knew that Donkmar was half-brother with little Henry and Prince Otto, but strangely enough, Prince Otto had a very good relationship with little Henry, and even Prince Otto was very fond of his younger brother and persuaded King Henry to give this rich town to little Henry. (To be continued......)