The wine was brought out to the mouths of the Mason nobles, and after a battle of words, everyone parched their mouths, and they cheered when they saw the squires take the wine.

"For the sake of our peace, please let me pour wine for all of you to show my sincerity." Instead of picking up the flask and pouring it for the nobles of Mason, the attendant handed the flask to Arrod, who stood up and said to the nobles of Mason.

"Oh, did the Duke pour the wine himself?" The nobles of Mason looked at each other, and pouring wine was generally a matter for the attendants or low-ranking nobles to serve the higher-ranking nobles, and it was rare for high-ranking nobles to pour wine for low-ranking nobles, unless they were very close friends.

"Arrod or I'll come!" Princess Josie wanted to do it for her, after all, Arold was the duke of a duchi, and if Arold was asked to pour wine for the Mason nobles, it would damage Arold's prestige.

"It's okay." Arold pressed Princess Josie, stood up and picked up the copper kettle, walked up to the Mason nobles and poured wine for them one by one, Princess Josie blinked and didn't understand what Arold was going to do?

"Thank you, Lord Duke." Baron Lance looked at the wine poured into the glass, he did not immediately pick it up and drink it, as a son of a noble family, he was no stranger to dirty methods, he said words of gratitude but did not drink at all, and kept watching Arrod's actions.

"Get me a cup too." Arold knew what Baron Lance was thinking, and he asked his attendant to bring himself a cup and poured wine from the same copper kettle.

"Please drink first, Lord Duke." Baron Lance also picked up his glass, and he stared at Arold as he said.

"Haha, Baron Lance, you are too wary, make a toast before drinking, and wish Mecklenburg and Mason a long peace, if there is anyone who violates after reaching a settlement. He will be punished by the Lord, and while he will live, the food in his mouth will turn into carrion, the wine will turn into poison, and his soul will howl in the flames of hell. After saying that, Arold drank the wine from the cup, and Baron Lance was stunned when he heard Arold's toast.

"We can't go too far, Baron Lance." Baron Fred's face was always pale. He felt that Arold was already very face-saving, which made Fred, who was originally pro-Arold, very dissatisfied.

"Yes." Baron Lance held the wine glass and hesitated to drink it, looking at Baron Lance's appearance, Baron Fred was really angry, he snorted coldly and drank the wine in the cup, and the other nobles were already thirsty and couldn't stand it, and they also drank wine one after another.

"Hey." With a sneer on his face, Arold turned and walked back to his seat, placing the flask and glass in front of him, watching Arold look and the others drinking the wine. Baron Lance drank the wine with confidence.

"Hail for peace, cheer for Her Royal Highness Princess Josie." Seeing that Baron Lance had also drunk, the nobles of Mason cheered loudly, and they felt that they had won a complete victory, and the cheers almost toppled the roof.

"Let the monks write the papers." Baron Lance said proudly.

"It's been a boring time, isn't there any entertainment for the Duke?" The Mason nobleman laughed and said, and the one of them who was close to Baron Lance said hecklingly.

"Of course there is, in fact I want to tell a story." Arrode's face was smiling. Said to the Mason nobles.

"It's not bad to tell a story, but is the Duke determined to be a bard?" Baron Lance reclined in his chair. Said with a sneer.

"What's a little noisy out there?" Suddenly, a Mason nobleman looked out of the door, only to see a Mason nobleman walk to the door and saw their army herding sheep all over the mountains, it turned out that the peasant soldiers were rumbling in their stomachs, so they scattered around looking for food on their own, set up a bonfire to cook, and the nobles and private soldiers in charge of supervision saw that the negotiations were continuing. The nobles did not have any orders, so they left the peasant soldiers to solve the problem of food and drink on their own.

"I had a strange dream yesterday." Arold stretched out his right hand and tapped rhythmically on the wooden table, and said to the people in the house.

"What dream?"

"I dreamed that I had become a small ant, but in fact the size is relative, and I am still very large in my ant family." Arold said.

"Turn into ants. It's a lot of fun. Baron Lance said with a smile.

"That's right, the ant I became is very majestic among the ant colony, not only can move bread crumbs, a green worm, but even a stone can be pryed." Arold raised his eyelids and looked at the Mason nobles, but the people in the house were attracted by his story, and no one interrupted him.

"So I decided to go on a trip and go out and conquer other animals." Arold continued.

"Hah, an ant conqueror?" Baron Lance felt that Arold must have had a problem with his head, and as a duke, he was telling such a ridiculous story, he was simply a clown.

"Yes, a conqueror, but I'm in trouble."

"Trouble?" The others asked curiously.

"I came across a towering tree, from a human point of view, it was as thick as two people hugging each other, but it stood in my way, and everyone said what should I do?" Arold deliberately asked the Mason nobles.

"Needless to say, of course it's bypassing, I've seen it when I was a kid." A Mason nobleman said, but Baron Lance pursed his lips and stopped talking, as if he realized something, but he didn't know what Arrod wanted to do?

"No, as a conqueror, how can I be stopped by a tree, I grabbed the root of the tree with all my strength, shook it desperately, and shouted loudly, I am going to shake you down, I am going to shake you down." Arold blushed and held out his hands to grasp the air, as if he were really shaking a tree.

"Hahaha, Lord Duke is really joking, how can an ant shake a big tree, hahaha." The Mason nobles burst out laughing, and they thought Arold had a talent for humor.

"Yes, how can an ant shake down a tree? You say yes, Lord Baron Lance. Arold stopped his absurd movements, and he stood up and said to Baron Lance with a smirk.

"What do you mean, Arrod, I, ah, ahem." Baron Lance also stood up, he just wanted to refute Arrod's words, but his throat seemed to be blocked by a wooden plug, he was so breathless that he coughed desperately, stretched out his hands and scratched his throat, as if he wanted to cut out a hole to breathe, but it was useless, blood spurted out of his mouth, Baron Lance's body shook, his eyes rolled up, and his face was as red as pig's liver.

"Arold, what's going on?" Princess Josie stood up in fright, and a series of coughs rang out in the house, and several Mason nobles had the same symptoms as Baron Lance.

"Maybe it's the Lord's punishment!" Arold shrugged his shoulders, and he looked at the Mason nobles who had fallen to the ground with blood spurting out of their mouths, all of whom were pro-Baron Lance.

"God, what the hell is going on?" Baron Fred watched the nobles around him fall one by one, he felt a chill from the bottom of his heart, it seemed that the nobles of Mason were poisoned, but what he didn't understand was why Arold drank the same wine but was fine, and some of the neutral and pro-Arold nobles were also fine.

"Baron Fred, since our agreement is no longer in charge, can it be null and void, do you have no opinion?" Arold walked slowly towards Baron Fred, and he stepped over the fallen Mason nobles at his feet like an ant dead at his feet.

"No, no comment." Baron Fred lowered his head, he didn't even have the courage to look Arrod in the eye now.

"That's good, it's business as usual with Mason, but there is one thing Baron Lance is right, the nobles of Mason should be given a place in the court, and you should take the position of foreign director." Arold said to Baron Fred.

"Thank you, Lord Duke."

"Ah, Arrod." Suddenly, Arrod felt that the cloak was being grabbed, and he looked down to see Baron Lance using all his strength, lying on the ground and reaching out to grab the corner of the cloak, his eyes became red because of blood congestion, but his face turned iron-black, and the poisonous juice was all over his body, and he was hopeless, and when the last bit of light in his eyes passed, he still maintained a crawling posture on the ground.

"Tsk, it's a pity that the respected Baron Lance died of a sudden illness during the peace talks, what a pity!" Arold gently pulled his cloak and said loudly.

"Ah, Her Royal Highness Princess, Her Royal Highness has fainted." At this moment, the maid's screams rang out, and Princess Josie was frightened by the scene in front of her and fell into the maid's arms.

"Send Her Royal Highness back to the castle." Arold frowned, and hurriedly ordered the servants.

"Yes, Lord Duke."

When Princess Josie was sent out in a coma, Arold turned to the town notary, and the poor town notary wiped the sweat from his forehead with his head down, and he had been praying in his heart that the Duke would not pay attention to him, but Arold walked straight to him.

"Your Excellency, the Duke." The town notary bowed his head and said respectfully to Arrod.

"Do you know how to write a notice for today's events?" Arold asked, looking at the notary.

"Yes, yes." The town notary nodded again and again, like a chicken eating rice.

"Lord Duke, allow me to lead the people outside back to Mason." Baron Fred thought about it, but still plucked up the courage to say to Arrod.

"Are you sure you can convince the private soldiers and militia?" Arold asked.

"Some of my friends and I can, but the rest is up to God." Baron Fred whispered.

"You don't have to look at God's will, you just take your own people away, but don't alarm the others, just say that they will withdraw to the territory in batches." Arold smiled at the corner of his mouth, such a group of laborers came to his own territory, just to supplement the labor shortage caused by the plague in Mecklenburg. (To be continued.) )