Arnold was hungry again, and finally couldn't help but eat the delicate food in front of him.

He felt that Bran was very bold, and he had the same impression in his heart of those who were generous with food.

Unlike before, he took small bites this time.

"Broken teeth?" Bran said casually.

"I'm afraid that if I eat it too quickly, it will be gone soon, it's so delicious."

After a while, Arnold's eyes turned red again, if only his sister and father could eat such food......

Bran suddenly wanted to speak.

"You're the serf of that noble Frankish man?"

"A long-standing aristocracy, the Leonard family......"

Leonard, a familiar name...... Bran remembered it as if it were his mother's family name.

Bran called out "Uncle", but Arnold didn't pay attention.

"I was born in the stable, and my mother was washing the horses, and suddenly I came out, so I have loved horses since I was a child, and I have been close to them. It was a very good place, on the edge of the valley, and for some time of the year, a flock of white pigeons flew by, and the top of the house was dyed with white paint, so I also called the White Castle in that place......"

Bran listened to the story and passed a cup of coffee as well.

Bran bought this cup from the chef.

Arnold doesn't have a cup, he uses a small pot instead, and he uses this pot for everything he eats, which is greasy on it.

So Bran found a little cup.

Arnold took a sip, his face wrinkled, first bitter and then sweet, feeling that it tasted really good.

"This black water is so delicious, the color is like earth, but the taste is so special."

"Go on." Bran blows heat and savors slowly.

Seeing that Arnold had used food and coffee, and found nothing unusual, Bran began to eat.

"There is a well in front of my house, and that one was built by my grandfather, and he is a secretary, so he can write just like you.

He also knew a lot, carpentry, farming, and even simple prayer, and he went to church school as a young man......

When I was seven years old, my grandfather 'left' and the family environment began to decline.

The servants of the knight lord were not polite to their father, and even spoke ill of their grandfather. The tax collectors who collected taxes also became frequent.

Originally, my grandfather had left some wheat fields, but after they asked my father to sign the papers, they were suddenly taken away.

Speaking of sad things, Arnold was intermittent.

“…… The lord was very kind, but then the lord was accused by other nobles, I don't know what crime he had committed, the land was confiscated, and then we, the lords, became miserable, and then one year, the Pope issued a decree to break the door, because of this incident, the bishops in the lord charged us more taxes, and life could not go on any longer, and my father escaped with me and my sister.

We wanted to go to Venice, and we heard that it was the land of gold and silver, and where the goods of the East would eventually go, but we didn't know where to go, so we kept going, and in the end, I was left alone...... I'm the only one left. ”

Arnold's voice deepened, "Today is my sister and father's birthday......"

"Venice...... Chaman. Bran remembered a lot.

He took the last bite, not hungry or full, and then pushed his share of food over, "When you're full, you can help me eat for them." ”

"You have to work later, you eat, I'll do things first, I'll do your share."

"No need."

Bran asked him to eat more, and when he walked out, there were already a lot of people working.

Many people are experimenting with weapons and leather armor.

"Where's Arnold?"

"Arnold is sick, I'll do his work when it comes."

Returning to the scribe who was overseeing them, Bran began to shovel horse manure and change the water.

Bran was quick and taciturn, and the important thing was that when an old man bullied him, he was directly beaten to the ground.

Therefore when he said this, the scribe did not say anything. Just get the job done.

It was hot, but Bran wasn't naked, like those people.

The white dragon feather coat on the body dissipates the heat on the body, and this dress is warm in winter and cool in summer.

After noon.

A team of eighty people also gathered.

The table was full of clutter.

Iron rods, javelins, short swords, leather armor. Armed into a guard.

Bran helped pull the foal out, put on the spurs, the bridles, and the leather seat, and the force was ready to rob.

They received news that there was a caravan finally in the palace, carrying a large number of handicrafts and spices, ready to return to the royal capital.

This is a large caravan with nearly 100 people.

Passing by the neighborhood after four days, the Viscount decided to lead himself.

Every day lately, Bran would see the Viscount near the stable.

Bran also pulled horses a few times to the viscount and his children.

At the age of thirty-six, he has three adult children, two boys and one girl.

The youngest was the same year as Bran and the most favored, and this time he went on a trip with Rodo.

Rodo was a well-trained aristocrat.

Bran saw that he was very skilled in holding a sword and mounted a horse, and thought that he was not a person who enjoyed comfort.

It is rumored that Rhodo's left hand was cut off in a battle when he was young, so he installed a silver hook instead.

It was later called "Silver Hook Rhodo".

He is also not merciful to his enemies, and he will hook out the eyes of his enemies with silver hooks.

One year, there was a rebellion in the territory, and he hooked one by one, blinding 20 people.

40 eyeballs were thrown out for everyone to see, restless end.

In this way, the robbers did not dare to patronize his territory, and his fertile wheat, lambs, cattle and horses were always well fed and raised in exchange for money and goods.

Rhodo was so proud that he often told other nobles about it.

But such behavior was only frightening, and his territory was rarely visited by bandits, and by guests.

Among the nobles of the same class, no one wanted to marry him.

Bran also had to follow as a groom, acting as the lord's attendant.

He and Arnold were both on the move.

Arnold was to help the lord carry the banner and tools.

When Arnold found out, he trembled with fright, and the speed at which he finished eating that day was much slower than before.

Bran woke Arnold from his bed the next morning.

"Is it time?"

"Not yet, go to sword practice, come with me."

"What kind of sword to practice? Let me sleep. ”

"When you are beheaded, you can sleep for the rest of your life, this is to save your life, don't ask."

Although Arnold wants to sleep, he has been with him for the past few days, and Bran has treated himself well and has never bullied himself. Arnold followed Bran out in spite of sleep.

Then the two of them walked out of the castle gate, and the gatekeeper saw that it was his own, but did not say anything, and continued to close his eyes.

Bran and Arno went to practice by an open forest in the forest field outside the city walls.

Bran carried the Seven-Star Sword with him, but he didn't use it, and he used the Seven-Star Sword to split two long wooden sticks, one for Arno and one for himself.

"I don't know what battle the viscount is going to participate in or just bluffing, you learn a little swordsmanship, be prepared."

Arnold pretended to be a knight and waved it casually.

"Slash up, slash horizontally, stab straight, and the use of power for each blow corresponds to a different part."