The little retinue looked at Arold with a longing gaze, this vaguely familiar gaze made Arold feel a little worried, once upon a time he also used such a gaze to look at those big people who can control their own destiny, in fact, many of the things he hoped to get from the other party were just trivial things to the other party, but he couldn't get it either, because it was not worth it for many big people.

"Please." Arold nodded and said to the little retinue.

"My family is the most remote squire in the Duchy of Mason, in fact it is already a nobleman on the verge of bankruptcy, my father fought for the Duke all his life, but he did not catch much booty, as a result, even the only old horse in the family died on the battlefield, and my father was demoted from cavalry to ordinary foot sergeant. He has always regretted that there is no real knight in his family, and if I can produce a knight in my family, then our fields will not be usurped and deprived, and we will have a piece of our own estate. The little attendant wiped the corners of his eyes with his dirty sleeves, the usual pride was just from the inferiority of the heart, as if this was the only way to relieve the pain, he sniffled as he spoke, and Arold listened patiently.

"In order to get ahead, my father sold his old chain mail and used the money to send me to you, just hoping to become a squire one day, and gradually the squire was canonized as a knight, I know this is not in line with the tradition, but can I die as a knight before I die." The little attendant raised his head and looked at Arrod with teary eyes. He was not sure if his idea of non-division could be realized, a knight's canonization was obtained after a long trial, and he needed to obtain the affirmation of his lord, and every knight was skilled and brave and fearless, and they were all famous.

"How is this possible, you are not even an attendant, how can you get a super-class canonization?" Baron Wendell frowned and said, this kind of thing has never happened, but Baron Wendell has never seen it in his life.

"Father, lend me your sword." Arrod looked pale in front of him. A small retinue on the knees. Turning to Baron Wendell, he said.

"Huh?" Baron Wendell glanced at Arrod in surprise, but he untied the sword from his waist and handed it to Arrod, who was standing in front of the little retinue.

"Bell~~~." Arold unsheathed Baron Wendell's sword, and the blade reflected a little cold light. The sudden unsheath of the sword made several of the dungeon's followers of Arrod nervous. Someone who stood a little farther away and didn't know what Arold and the little retinue had said. Thinking that Arrod was going to commit suicide in anger, they all gathered around.

"Keep your head down." Arrod took a slight step back, his hands gripping the hilt of his sword. Said to the little entourage.

"Ahh Seeing Arold draw his sword, he thought that he had offended the little entourage of the great nobleman, and his face was pale and frightening, but when Arold asked him to lower his head, he trembled, could it be that the palace minister really agreed to his request.

"I, the rightful ruler of Mecklenburgshire, appoint you by the title of my earl~~~ Eh, what is your name?" Arold took the sword and placed it on the left shoulder of the little retinue, and said loudly, his voice echoing through the dungeon, and the people in the dungeon who heard it came over, and they saw the court minister of the Duchy of Mason, dressed in a Germanic noble robe, holding a sharp sword, and the little retinue, who had been declared an assassin, kneeling at his feet.

"Rudolph. Holland. The little attendant excitedly reported his name, and he said his name and surname, which were not usually known, and his body trembled slightly with excitement, but he did his best to straighten his waist.

"Rudolph. With the title of Count of Mecklenburg, and the sacred duty which God has given me, I canonize you as a knight of Mecklenburg, and from now on you will serve me, your sovereign, with all your heart, and I will bestow upon you a fief and honor worthy of your status, and thou shalt protect the weak and uphold justice, and serve God with the sword in your hand, and serve thy sovereign~~~~. While saying the oath of canonization of knights, Arold used the tip of the sword in his hand from the left shoulder to Rudolph's right shoulder, and when he completed the last oath, he slapped the sword on his back to complete the entire canonization of knights' oath ceremony, of course, the real canonization of knights is much more complicated and solemn than this, and it often takes several days to complete, but at this moment the people who witnessed this scene in the dungeon clearly felt that the expression of the little retinue Rudolph had changed.

"Thank you, Lord Miya." Rudolph, the little attendant, felt his back, being slapped by the sword, and at this moment he clearly felt as if a divine light shone into this gloomy dungeon.

"I will bestow on you the title of Devotee, Sir Rudolph." Arold placed his palm on the top of Rudolph's head, spoke to him and turned away.

When Arold pulled his thoughts back from his memories, many townspeople had gathered under the gallows, and they looked up with great interest at Jeff and his little retinue Rudolph who were pushed onto the wooden platform, the fat Jeff desperately kicked the ground with his two legs, leaning back and unwilling to go up, he tore his throat and shouted, but it caused a laugh from the audience below, and the palace guards who escorted him couldn't help but say that they forcibly pushed him up. Although the little retinue Rudolph trembled with his legs, he walked up without anyone's escort, which won a round of applause from everyone.

"May the Lord forgive you for your sins, and now pray for your souls." A priest wearing a white hood, wearing a priest's robe and a black cape, walked up to him, holding a wooden cross in his hand, and walked up to Jeff and his little attendant Rudolph, who were about to be hanged, and raised the wooden cross in front of Jeff for his deathbed confession.

"Woohoo." Jeff suddenly grabbed the wooden cross and kissed it desperately, like a man in the water grabbing a straw and refusing to let go.

With the help of the palace guards, the priest was able to take his cross back from Jeff's hands, and he hurriedly completed his deathbed confession, and immediately stood aside, two executioners wearing black pointed hoods, put the ropes around the necks of Jeff and the little retinue Rudolph respectively, and with a command, several handymen who pulled the other end of the rope worked together, and the rope tightened and hung Jeff and the little retinue Rudolph in the air.

"Uh, uh, boom~~~." The two executed men were on their tiptoes, thrashing a few times in mid-air, making a terrible coughing sound in their throats, and their bodies hung in the air and trembled for a moment before they never moved again, just swaying with the ropes like leaves in the wind.

"Hey." Arold closed his eyes, tears streaming down his cheeks, and until the last moment the little retinue Rudolph maintained his dignity. (To be continued......)