Baron Fred immediately sent someone to invite Arold into the bridge fort as a guest, of course, it was only Arold and his generals, and the other soldiers could only continue to eat and sleep in the open, but the Mecklenburg Legion had its own special baggage troops, so the food was not bad in all aspects.

Of course, Arold will not refuse this invitation, the army he leads must pass through the Guò Bridge Fort, so Baron Fred's relationship must be harmonious, once these nobles become stubborn, it doesn't matter what your identity is.

"Your Excellency Duke of Mecklenburg, I am honored to have you here." Baron Fred opened his arms as if he were receiving a distinguished guest in his own manor, as if he were receiving a distinguished guest in his own estate, but his face was tired.

"Thank you, Lord Baron, for your hospitality." Arold had to say something polite, of course, as the baron's children, two mischievous boys, and a quiet little blonde girl, stepped down from the carriage in the bridge.

"I'm sorry to entertain you in such a humble place." Baron Fred reached out and took off his helmet, his tone helpless.

"Because our estates and estates have been burned down by the abominable mud-legged men." The last to step out of the carriage was the Baroness's Lady, who wore a tower-shaped hat and complained incessantly, and the incident made her so angry that she pushed aside the soldier who was reaching out to help her.

"This is my wife, Enid, who has suffered a heavy loss of our family's property, which makes her feel bad." Baron Fred hurriedly explained to Arrod.

"What the hell is going on?" Arold said in a kind tone.

"Fred, we shouldn't let a noble duke stand here and freeze." Arrode's amiable attitude won the Baroness's favor, and she straightened her dress and drape.

"Look at me, really." Baron Fred laughed and reached out to pat himself on the head.

After all, the bridge fort was not a real castle, and it was only a small room for Arrod and the others. This room was supposed to be the lord's bedroom, so they had to sit next to each other, but the wooden table in front of them was rich in food, and while eating Arold, they carefully inquired about what happened in the Duchy of Mason.

"Since the news of Duke Mason's disappearance came, one qiē in the principality has been in chaos." Baron Fred spat out a chicken bone from his mouth and said to Arryd.

"I don't believe it. Will the private soldiers of the nobles not be able to deal with the peasants? Yves rubbed his greasy left hand on the big one, knowing that the nobles kept private soldiers on weekdays, on the one hand, to protect their property, and on the other hand, when the duchy was attacked, they would be called by the duke to form an army.

"You may not believe it, but there have been peasant uprisings before, and sometimes when the crops are poor, the peasants will form a rabble and carry out the robbery, but this time it is different." Baron Fred said with a wry smile. In fact, before this he was also so adamant that the peasant revolt was nothing more than a rabble.

"Are those mercenaries disguised as peasants?" Arold asked curiously, and when he entered the bridge fort, he took a closer look at Baron Ferred's private soldiers, these private soldiers were all dressed in leather armor, and the weapons in their hands were also polished with shiny iron, but on the surface they were considered well-trained.

"No, it's just farmers with sticks and pitchforks. But it's about you, the Duke. Baron Fred said.

"Something to do with me?" Arold's brow furrowed, and he threw the apple core on the ground. An old yellow dog burrowed into the room, searching around for the leftovers that the nobles had eaten on the ground.

"In the battle with the previous Count of Laussettz, you put the Mason nobles who followed the former Count Laussitz to death in front of Fort Mason, remember this?" Baron Fred said cautiously.

"Well, that's it." Arrod listened to this, and his heart sank. He couldn't help but squint at Baron Fred, his hand secretly resting on his waist, where there was a small dagger about ten inches long, which was originally used to cut meat on weekdays.

"Don't get me wrong, I have nothing to do with those nobles. It's just that those nobles were once the backbone of the Duchy of Mason, and their death has caused a hole in the order of the Duchy itself. Baron Fred hurriedly opened his hands, and the nobles who were put under Masonburg by Arold and trampled to pulp with their horses showed Arold his cruelty to others, and cruelty in this era was sometimes not a bad thing, so that at least it would make others fearful.

"But even so, the Mason nobles could not be defeated by a group of farmers." Arold smiled, looking so amiable, but Baron Fred had seen the corpses of the nobles killed by Arrod, so he would not believe Arold's harmless appearance.

"That's because there was an abominable knight who organized the peasants." At this time, Lady Enid, who had not spoken, spoke, and before she spoke about it, she had at least cursed a few foul words, which showed how much she hated the wandering knight.

"A knight?" Arold and the others looked at each other in surprise, but Yves and the others were quickly relieved, not all knights in this era can have their own estates and property, those knights who have no land and property rely on force, and many people will fall into the grass.

"That's right, I was originally just a wandering knight, and I even entertained him on my own estate, but I didn't expect this ungrateful fellow to lead the peasants to attack my estate." Baron Fred clenched his fists and gritted his teeth and cursed.

"What kind of knight is it?" Baron Ron asked curiously.

"It looks a little wolf-bèi, but it's very shrewd and strong, and you can tell at a glance that it's a battle-hardened warrior." Baron Fred waved his hand as if to catch a fly, but he described the knight in a pertinent way.

"What's his name?" Arold couldn't help but ask, if it was the knight described by Baron Fred, it shouldn't be an unknown person.

"Like, it seems to be Will, yes, Sir Will." Baron Fred thought for a moment and said, as a baron, he often entertained wandering knights, and those bombastic knights passed by his manor like water, but Sir Will was a very taciturn man.

"Sir Will?" Arold was so astonished that he accidentally knocked the glass on the table, and the red wine flowed down the wooden table. (To be continued......)