In the evening, Al sent Meria back to his room, and Meria followed him obediently, and when he reached the door of his room, he suddenly said to Al mysteriously.

"Al, maybe there's a surprise in the room?"

Surprise? Spell book, can there be such a thing in this kind of village?

Now that Meria had spoken, Alquite looked forward to going back to his room.

However, when he opened the door, the so-called surprise made him have a toothache.

Two delicate maidens saluted him respectfully.

Bards always describe the aristocracy as insidious, evil, and brutal, oppressing the people, and bullying them. In the early days of almost every story, there is a scene where the robbing girl is rescued by the hero and commits to accompany her.

But in fact, they are all scolding these people for being troublesome. The property of the people belongs to the lord in this dangerous world, and I take refuge in you, serve you wholeheartedly, and you protect my safety and justice. Not to mention the actual benefits, it is both an obligation and an honor to dedicate oneself to one's lord and continue the noble bloodline. It sounds incredible and incomprehensible, but it is an expression of a sense of belonging and cohesion in a territory.

The more you manage your territory, the better it is, for example, a few estates like Ar, a few silver coins, you can be fed, clothed, warm and have surplus food, the stronger this desire is, and the more honor and security you have to show off in other villages. Only those people who are in the miasma of the territory can't live if they can't live, will we dedicate our lives to you, but you don't care about our life or death.

Of course, it doesn't mean that to break up others and rob other people's wives is to sue the church for this kind of thing.

It's all voluntary, like the two girls in front of Al.

"Go out," the two girls retreated in frustration. Al closed his eyes and began to meditate.

Peeking out the door as the two girls came out of the room, Bico squinted in satisfaction, while Meria sighed in discouragement. Even if the two maids are pregnant with Al's blood, they don't dislike it, anyway, they can use it for two years.

At night, the eldest son of Knight Baker, the deputy of the sheriff, personally patrolled outside the gates of Arr to avoid the same thing as during the day. Once, it can be said that Al is broad-minded, and on two occasions, the sheriff can only apologize with death.

"Father, don't you think that this fat man is the murderer?why don't you avenge Lord Thune?, have you forgotten the creed of the knight?" said Felisto, lying on his bed, at the gloomy Knight Baker.

"Shut up, what do you know, fool, keep an eye on him, and don't let the young master leave this room until he goes to the next village!" Baker slapped him hard, yelled at his wife and daughter, and turned away.

At the end of his morning workout, he tasted the fresh fruit pizza, and Mr. Boone liked dragon fruit so much that his whole face was red when he ate it. He asked Baker to pack some and head to the next manor with his entourage.

In order, the Mogao Manor, which has the most fertile grass for farming, and the Manpowen Manor, the smallest and the lowest, the ice cellar, took them four days.

After a hurried look at the two estates, Al went to the farthest point of the winery, Garin Manor, which was close to a mountain spring.

"Young Master Al, something is wrong," Matilda's butler whispered in Al's ear.

"Well," Al just nodded and didn't speak.

Along the way, several knights behaved very indifferently, and even avoided facing themselves all the time. But the hospitality was too warm, and the same girls came every night. This contrast made Al feel very wrong, but paralyzing himself was nothing more than Lord Thun's affairs.

Felisto, a country boy, did not know the details of Thun's death, including the four knights. Unless the temple or the Grand Mage is willing to investigate, how can they know these things. Felisto believed that he had killed Thun, and naturally knew about it from the four knights.

As an excellent noble heir, he would never put himself in danger and would be fully prepared before they set off for here.

In any case, Ackerman, the strongest of the four knights who had seen the fourth village, everything was clear.

Ackerman was almost fifty years old, not as energetic as the other three knights looked, with gray hair and cloudy eyes. In this world, due to the scarcity of materials and environmental factors, civilians rarely live past the age of sixty, and they age very quickly.

Ackerman led all the vassals of the village to salute like Al, for this was the farthest point within the imperial capital, and it had taken them a day to set out here early in the morning, and it was already evening. Without too much nonsense, the dinner began. The worst and most marginal manor entertained their lord, Albensto, with a sumptuous dinner. Gram.

Only the Ackerman knights, who were meticulously dressed in knightly uniforms, sat down, and even Meria felt that something was wrong.

The sake brewed meatballs are very good for Boone's appetite, and Al, who has a big appetite after getting sick, also eats it to himself.

"You've already noticed, why are you here?" Ackerman sat straight across from Al, but didn't move his knife or fork. The old man asked suddenly, and his eyes couldn't hide his confusion and determination.

Al didn't reply, he was hungry. Bico whistled vigilantly, but the adventuring group stationed outside the door did not respond at all, and stood nervously behind Al. Only the butler Matilda, dressed in a tuxedo, is still elegantly serving Arsin dishes and introducing the cuisine and recipes.

Al, who was half-full, wiped his mouth with a napkin and poured a sip of fruit wine before speaking

"This manor is now my domain, and the trouble will be solved after all. ”

"A lot of big people are fabricating some evidence, hoping that I will get rid of you and avenge Lord Thun. Ackerman stood up, his old body standing upright, and the momentum of a strong man involuntarily exuded.

He is an eleventh level Eagle Knight, a former veteran of the Empire. He is also a knight, both professionally and honorably.

The territories around the imperial capital have long been gone after thousands of years of partition. How can a small lord have four manors in his hands without arousing the covetousness of others, he used to be protected by his ancestors, but now he is well, and he is dead, and the hyena that eats meat happily stretches out his long-planned paws.

"Yes. Al replied briefly, and went on to eat another serving of fruit.

"I did not do this for their promises, we four knight families have inherited the blessings of the House of Thun for generations, and I, as a loyal knight, cannot afford to do nothing in the face of the unexplained tragic death of Lord Thun Jr. Ackerman seems to be explaining his unrighteous actions.

He is a knight of the House of Thun and now wants to avenge his old master by killing his new lord.