Because of a possible treasure, Brother Barth saved his life in the hands of Abbot Robert, but then he was kept under close guard, and Brother Robert burned the prayer room, and the death of the two senior friars was drowned in flames.

While Lady Eva was being captured by Abbot Robert, the Wendell family was heading home, carrying a wagon full of booty through the muddy paths, when the two Wendell brothers began to make a name for themselves in the war with the Duke of Saxony, and the lands they passed through were warmly invited by the local lords, which made the Wendell family's return very slow, but at the same time very pleasant.

"The knights wielded their swords and charged among the enemies, and wherever they went, the enemies were prostrate on the ground like cut wheat~~~." A bard plays his seven-string harp and sings the story of the Wendell brothers, which of course is either exaggerated or absurd, but it doesn't matter, and in this age of poor entertainment, that's what people want to hear.

"To our heroes." At this time, from the upper seat of the wooden table, the fat lord in the woolen coat stood up, raised his wine glass and said loudly, so that the people raised their wine glasses and shouted loudly.

"Thank you for your kind invitation." Baron Wendell led his sons and raised his glasses in his chairs to salute the enthusiastic crowd.

"Ding Ding Dong~~~." In the right corner of the hall of the lords, village musicians with tambourine, flutes, and harps began to beat and play their instruments, and the drunken gibberish of people and the sounds of flirting between men and maids mingled in the hall.

"Wang~~Woo." A few dogs burrowed in and out of the wooden table, looking for bones that had fallen on the ground, and occasionally fought over them, and the people at the banquet laughed.

"Baron Wendell, as far as I know, none of your sons are engaged." The hospitable fat Sir Lord Evan, leaned into Baron Wendell's ear and said loudly, he had to do this, otherwise Baron Wendell would not be able to hear him clearly.

"Yes, Lord Ivan." Baron Wendell nodded, this is something that everyone knows, and there is nothing to hide.

"Great, I have a daughter who has just had a coming-of-age ceremony, and I think she could be a happy couple with your eldest son, Sir Eve, what do you think?" Sir Ivan was immediately overjoyed, and he struggled to move his fat body towards Baron Wendell, the weight of which made the wooden chair under his ass creak.

"Well, I'll ask Yves what he means." Baron Wendell looked at Ivan's chubby face, and that look of anticipation seemed to be looking forward to the marriage with the Wendell family, which made him realize that after the war with the Duke of Saxony, his family's status had risen.

"Don't do that, my dear friend, you are the head of the family, don't you have the right to decide on a marriage?" Sir Ivan looked anxiously at Baron Wendell and said to him.

"Eve, Sir Evan's wish you would accept his daughter, what is your opinion?" Although Baron Wendell is the head of the family and has the right to decide on the marriage of family members, Yves is his eldest son, and he is a nobleman with a title and his own land, in fact, he can walk in society as a nobleman with an independent personality, so Baron Wendell needs to ask for his opinion.

"Nope." Yves looked at Fat Sir Ivan, his brows furrowed, he shook his head and refused unceremoniously.

"I am lord of the land of Suva, and I have three barrels of olive oil, six jugs of wine, a windmill, and thirty strong male servants, and if Sir Eve, if you agree to my daughter's marriage, I will give them to you as a dowry." Sir Ivan clenched his fists, his face flushed, and he reported all his wealth in a series of ways, hoping to win back Eve's mind and make him change his mind.

"Nope." Yves still shook his head, stubbornly rejecting Sir Ivan's offer, he didn't want to face a fat bride.

"This, that's a shame." Hearing Yves' categorical answer, Sir Ivan sat down on his chair with his head down, and seeing his dejected look, Baron Wendell was a little reluctant to get up, after all, he was still eating and drinking under the eaves of other people, and it was too shameful to refuse so bluntly.

"Actually, my second son, Arold, is also very good, and he has now won the title of Count of Mecklenburg, maybe you can consider him."

"Hmm." Arold heard Baron Wendell's words, his brows furrowed, he didn't want to be someone else's spare tire, why didn't Yves look down on it but gave it to himself, but before he could refuse, Sir Ivan had already shook his head.

"Oh, no, thank you, Lord Baron Wendell."

"How?" Baron Wendell was curious, and Sir Ivan, who had just been eager to marry his daughter to his son, rejected his offer at this time.

"Although Lord Arrod has the title of Earl, it has been spread that Count Landless is now his nickname, please forgive me for my bluntness, I have no offense. However, as a father, I must plan for my lovely daughter, and a landless earl cannot bring happiness to my lovely daughter. Sir Evan's eyes were watery and he wiped his eyes with his sausage-thick fingers, and twitched his nose.

"Holy." Arold listened to Sir Ivan's words, and his heart was so angry that he almost spurted out a mouthful of blood, this is really sad, sad, I won't fall in love with your fat girl, not to mention that I have land and no land, and I have a fart relationship with you, Arold slandered in his heart.

In fact, Sir Ivan, a chubby nobleman, is not stupid at all, but he has calculated clearly in his heart, if his daughter marries Eve, the eldest son of Baron Wendell, although he will be accompanied by a large dowry, but as the first heir of Baron Wendell, and has his own land, when Baron Wendell dies, the property and land in the baron's name will be in the hands of Ive, and if it falls into the hands of Ive, isn't it the same as in the hands of his daughter? But if he marries the second son of Arrod, needless to say, the inheritance is behind Yve, and Arold himself has no land of his own, so does he want his daughter to follow Arold behind the courts and become the wife of the landless earl who is made fun of? The thought of that scene sent Sir Evan's shudders.

"Arrod, you're doing pretty well with your bow and arrows right now." Early the next morning, Arold and Yves stood in the open space of Sir Evan's house, and the two of them took two two-metre bows and arrows, and then set up their bows and shoot arrows, and fifty metres away there was a row of targets made of wheat straw, with several arrows stuck in the edges.

"I thought there were only short bows, but I didn't expect there to be such long bows." Arrod took a deep breath as Yves had taught, then pulled the bowstring and did it in one go, but his accuracy was still a little poor.

"The shortbow certainly doesn't have the range and power of the longbow." Eves pulled his bow and shot an arrow, which was closer to the bullseye than Arold, but it didn't hit the bull's-eye either.

In fact, the English longbow that became famous in later generations was indeed born from the longbow used by the Germanic people, who had used the longbow for hunting and fighting very early, but the people who used this longbow had to be trained and strong, so in the later period, more and more people used the short bow.

"Whoosh~~~." Suddenly, between Arold and Eve, an arrow flew over, hitting the bull's-eye of the target, and the two turned their heads curiously, only to see a young girl standing behind them.

The girl's red hair was tied into a ponytail and draped behind her, and she wore a lean close-fitting leather armor, different from the leather that ordinary soldiers wore that was mixed with feces and glued, and she wore a leather sewn made of calf skin, which was both beautiful and clean, and the lower body was a pair of tight leather trousers, a pair of boots on her feet, and an identical longbow in her hand, and her body was tall and full of youthful vitality.

"Good shot." Arold looked at the girl, then at the arrow that hit the bull's-eye, and involuntarily clapped his hands.

"Lord Xie Lu, but you shoot really badly." The girl had a pair of turquoise eyes, a tall nose, a small nose, slightly thin but very ruddy lips, a narrow face, a pointed chin a little upturned, and looked at the loose arrows shot by Arrod, and pursed her lips with disdain.

"Huh." Arold was a little embarrassed, after all, it was still a very ugly thing to be told by a girl that his archery skills were poor, and he had to hide it with laughter in embarrassment, while Eve's eyes were staring and he stood there silently.

"What, did it hurt your face" The girl walked up to Arold and stood on tiptoe, comparing with Arold's height, her long eyebrows furrowed, and she seemed to be a little dissatisfied with Arold's height than herself, after all, they looked the same age.

"Not really, I'm just starting to learn, am I?" Arold shrugged his shoulders, turned around and drew his bow and fired again, but unfortunately it missed.

"I, I'll go first." Yve's expression was a little strange, he lowered his head and strode out of the bow field with his longbow in hand, Arold thought that he left because he couldn't hold his face, so he didn't care.

"A man's excuse." The girl took a bow and arrow, sat on a wooden railing under the eaves of the house, held the railing with both hands, and her feet bounced in the air, pouting as Arold practiced archery.

"Weird girl." The tip of Arrod's nose is still filled with the fragrance of a girl, the kind with a faint smell of cloves, and it really smells good.