Eberhard sat in his bedroom, the flame of the beeswax candle on the iron candlestick beating, his shadow swaying on the gray wall, but his side did not move, and Eberhard's ears echoed the words of his father and Brother Robert.

"Ebehard, why don't you sleep so late?" On the big bed, Eberhard's wife straightened up with sleepy eyes and asked curiously.

"I can't sleep, go outside." Eberhard stood up, he put on his coat and opened the door and walked out, and as he walked on the cloister, the cold wind blew in from the windows on both sides, and Eberhard involuntarily wrapped himself in his coat.

It was late at night, and Eberhard walked alone in the cloister, and as he passed the bedrooms of some nobles of noble status, he could see the weary attendants curled up in front of the door and snoring and sleeping, except for the occasional one or two guards with halberds patrolling by, and they bowed their heads when they saw Eberhard.

"Huh?" As Eberhard approached the courtyard, he caught a dark shadow passing through the courtyard out of the corner of his eye, which immediately alerted him, for the room next to the courtyard was Duke Mason's residence.

"Smack." The dark shadow was covered in a gray cloak, visible in the occasional moonlight, and his face was covered.

The masked man stooped and cautiously weaved his way through the columns of the cloister, hiding in the shadows whenever he heard the footsteps of the guards, who patrolled with torches, but could not see all the corners in the dark.

"Whew, whew, whew~~~." In front of Duke Mason's door, the Duke's attendant leaned against the door and pointed his head like a dragonfly on a summer day, and let out a loud snoring sound, unaware that an assassin had arrived in front of him.

"Hey, hey." The masked assassin sneered softly. He placed his hand on his waist and drew his sharp dagger, and then carefully moved towards the sleeping squire, who had no idea that an assassin would be in a heavily guarded castle.

"Ugh." The unaware attendant smacked his mouth, exposing his throat to the Assassin without noticing, as soon as the Assassin waved the dagger in his hand. will be able to bear the life of the attendant.

"Hmm." But just as the Assassin was about to do so, a pair of strong arms grabbed him and covered the Assassin's mouth.

"Poof." Eberhard grabbed the Assassin's dagger-wielding arm and stabbed the dagger back into the Assassin's chest, causing the Assassin's body to die after only two struggles.

"Bastard." Eberhard's eyes were full of hatred, but he could not allow the body of the Assassin to appear in front of Duke Mason's door, so he quickly left with the Assassin's body on his shoulder.

"All of them ~~~." The Duke of Bavaria was lying under the warm bed, and he had just undergone a vigorous exercise against a young sweet maid. The maid was not very good-looking, but the point was that she was full of youthful energy, which made the elderly Duke of Bavaria feel a little rejuvenated.

"What's going on?" The Duke of Bavaria was exhausted, and his waist was sore, and he was ready to rest, but a quick knock on the door woke him up, who dared to disturb the Duke's rest at this time.

"I'm sorry Lord Duke, yes, it's Lord Eberhard." A squire pushed open the door with a pale face. He said to the Duke of Bavaria with a sad face.

"Get out." The Duke of Bavaria angrily threw a wooden carving of a hound next to the bed, and the attendant hurriedly avoided it. The wood carving hit the door and bounced off the back of the attendant, and the attendant let out a painful ** sound.

"Stomp, stomp." Eberhard strode in with the Assassin's corpse, not afraid of his father's thunderous wrath, and when he entered the room, he threw the Assassin's body to the ground with a thud, and the smell of blood filled the room.

"Ah~~~~." The topless maid sat on the big bed and screamed. But he was soon knocked unconscious by a rough slap from the Duke of Bavaria, and then he jumped out of the big bed without a single strand on his body.

"Eberhard, what are you doing here? Pranks should also be done in moderation. The Duke of Bavaria asked angrily.

"No, father, it's not a prank. This is your minions, right? I found him at the door of Duke Mason's room. The big scarf on Eberhard's shoulder, stained purple with blood, said as he pointed to the pile of corpses on the ground, the Duke of Bavaria.

"What? Duke Mason? The Duke of Bavaria looked at the corpse on the ground in astonishment, and then at his son, as if he had no idea of the matter.

"Father, I said I would protect Duke Mason, whether it's you or Brother Robert, I don't think this ugly act can happen again." Eberhard scoffed at the attitude of the Duke of Bavaria, who he believed was feigning his innocence.

"Don't you believe your father? Why did the Assassin who appeared at the door of Duke Mason's room have something to do with me? The Duke of Bavaria was also angry, he did not believe that his son would turn against him for the sake of Duke Mason.

"I will guard the honor and dignity of the nobles, father, stop it." With a few words, Eberhard turned and left the Bavarian duke's bedroom.

"Lord Duke, what now?" The squire asked in fear, he really wished it wasn't his attendant today, and it wasn't a good thing to see the dispute between the Duke and Lord Eberhard.

"Clean up this stinky thing for me first." The Duke of Bavaria snarled at his attendants, and then sat down on his wooden chair and sighed, grieving his son's incomprehension.

Early in the morning, Duke Mason did not know what was happening, and he visited the jousting tournament held outside the castle as originally planned, but this time the Duke of Bavaria did not attend the jousting tournament on the grounds that he was unwell, but was accompanied by Lord Eberhard, and the knights galloped and fought in the jousting venue, competing for the honor of the knights and the rewards of the lords, and of course, the favor and screams of the nobles and celebrities.

"It's a great fight." Duke Mason clapped his hands appreciatively, and every day in Bavaria seemed to be pleasant, but he did not realize that he was actually dancing on the tip of a knife, and countless eyes were peeking at him from the shadows.

"When do you plan to return, Duke Mason?" Eberhard touched the beard under his lips, sat beside Duke Mason, stared at the ill-intentioned gaze around him, and said to Duke Mason.

"Oh, my negotiations with the Duke of Bavaria about marrying your princess are going well, so the day after tomorrow we will leave the beautiful and hospitable land of Bavaria, and I will prepare for the marriage of your princess in the Duchy of Mason." Duke Mason said to Eberhard as he watched the knights fight each other with their pistols and swords.

"Very well, I hit it off with you, Lord Duke, and I hope I'll have a long conversation with you all night these two days." Eberhard said to Duke Mason with a smile.

"Really? God, are Bavarians so hospitable? But it is true that I also have a kind of affection for Lord Eberhard. Duke Mason was stunned, but then he laughed.

"Yes, oh, look, that's the strongest knight in our Duchy of Bavaria." Eberhard held the wine glass, stretched out his index finger to Duke Mason, and as his finger pointed in the direction, a knight wearing chain mail and leather armor, and a purple-gold helmet decorated with skulls slowly walked into the venue, immediately attracting the attention of everyone in the venue, and some excited ladies stood up and called his name loudly.

"Death Knight Balk, Balk ~~~~." Everyone shouted his name and his terrible nickname excitedly, but Balk, the death knight, sat motionless on his mount, as if he didn't even bother to raise his carbine to give a salute in return, the only thing that interested him was the opponent opposite. (To be continued......)