In the dark night, the outermost residential area of the castle was already silent, and the shallow crescent moon and the majestic castle were still bright.

Lensburg was brightly lit at the moment, and the squires received every nobleman who came here in front of the castle gates.

"Brother, this castle is so magnificent, it's a miracle." The three of Pyne stood in front of the castle, as small as ants.

Karl nodded, although the castle was indeed good, but it was not enough to arouse his amazement, he had not seen any skyscrapers in his previous life.

Well, he confessed, he had not seen this scene, and when he entered the castle, the well-defined flags, the long axes between the columns, the helmets, the guards whose faces could not be seen but could make people feel the coolness, and the woolen wool that lay on the ground, could make people see the magnanimity of the Earl of Lens.

"The Chris's family has a lot of money and is a knight of the kingdom, and his great achievements have been sealed to Lensburg, and now after so many years, Lensburg has been run by the Chris's family like an iron bucket, and every sword mark on this city wall is the glory of the Chris's family." Sir Dias was very knowledgeable, and in the blink of an eye he told the history of the Earl of Lens's family.

Carl and Pyne nodded, but Carl had a strange look in his eyes.

"Since the Chris family can grow from an ordinary knight family to the scale it is today, then I ...... it too" It's just that this sudden thought was buried deep in his heart, and if he said it, he would not only make people laugh, but also offend people.

"Sir Sir to ......"

"Countess Armand to ......"

"Baron Tors to ......"

"Archbishop Iman of the Diocese of Terra to ......"

After Sir Dias's family, many nobles came one after another, and every time he heard the palace attendants announce their names loudly, Sir Dias's heart trembled.

Bustling aristocrats, dressed in colorful and gorgeous costumes, entered the castle of the Count of Lens.

These are all big names for him, and they are all out of his reach, so he can meet at the banquet today.

Among these people, Sir Dias's family seemed very inconspicuous, and it was estimated that no one would pay attention to such a depressed family.

Of course, they don't know that there is a person whose gaze is always on them, and what seems to be contained in their eyes......

"Lord Earl, I am the Knight of the Black Thorns that you have personally proclaimed, serving you the monarch whom I have sworn allegiance." Sir Dias took Karl and Payne to the Earl of Lens, who was at the bottom of the long table, and got down on one knee, put his hand on his chest, bowed his head, and took the oath to the Earl.

Although he was not used to this kind of movement, Carl still followed suit.

Karl stole a glance at the Earl, an old man with falcon-like eyes, a beard on his mouth, a high nose, and a somewhat thin face, but his slightly cloudy eyes inadvertently revealed majesty, as if to tell everyone that although the Count was old, he was still not to be taken lightly.

"Okay, okay, of course, you're welcome to my feast." Seeing that Sir Dias and the three of them told him about their oaths, the Earl of Lens only nodded, and after a few perfunctory words, they were told to retreat.

Carl felt that the other party was a bit of a bully, but he saw that his father and brother took it for granted.

Once again, Karl felt how far apart the classes of the world were, sighed, and went to the hall with his brother to eat a meal.

"Archbishop Iman, ...... about sending troops to Lorrainburg"

The Earl of Lens's thin fingers tapped lightly on the railing of his chair and looked at the middle-aged man beside him.

Archbishop Iman wore the crown of the archbishop on his head, and he looked pitiful, and the jewels on his hands and crown showed his dignity, and his clothes were of fine silk, and even faintly compared to the Earl of Lens.

In this world, the Church undoubtedly has the most wealth, and their wealth is sacrosanct, and the local nobility is not qualified to care about them.

The clergy were in charge of people's thoughts and beliefs, the aristocracy wielded their swords to defend the fairness and truth of the world, and the well-defined classes maintained social order.

The power of an archbishop of a bishop's district is not weaker than that of an earl! Although it is not yet the time when the pope can depose a king, the church still has a huge influence, and even with their influence, the average count or even the duke does not dare to provoke them.

At this moment, Count Lens invited Archbishop Iman to participate in this banquet, in addition to giving the archbishop a face, he also wanted to get the support of Archbishop Iman.

Although he is stronger than the Count of Lorraine on the whole, but after all, the gap is not too big, if you can get the support of Archbishop Iman, not only can you get God's blessing, so that the morale of the soldiers is stronger, but also greatly increase your own strength, then it is very possible to conquer Lorraineburg.

However, Archbishop Iman refused to let go, and just played with him, saying that he would remain neutral in the war between Rensburg and Lorrainburg.

This undoubtedly made him angry, but he could only endure it, although the other party was unwilling to send troops to help him, but he must not push the other party to the side of the Count of Lorraine.

Seeing that there was no hope on the side of the church, the Earl of Lens sighed in his heart and turned his attention back to his vassals.

His vassals seemed to be pleased with the feast, and walked through the various foods, chatting incessantly. They were either on the staircase made of birch planks or by the window with their wine glasses in their hands.

Seeing this, Count Lense was also very satisfied, and it was also a happy event for the lord that his vassals could unite as one. Of course, he doesn't know how much of this is superficial, but even just maintaining the surface is enough.

This is far from all his vassals, after all, many of his troops and vassals are still in his border territory.

But even so, he was confident that he could take Lorraineburg. Although he is old, that sharp spirit has not been completely smoothed, just like the coat of arms of the Chris family, he is still a lion!

He slowly got to his feet, and as he moved, everyone stopped their business and looked at the old earl.

"My vassals, the Lorrainians have repeatedly invaded our domains, and we, as nobles, have the right and duty to defend them, and I, the rightful ruler of Lensburg, hereby declare that the Lorrainians will surely be defeated by our sword and pay the price!" The Earl of Lens's voice reverberated throughout the hall.

"Victory! We will definitely make the people of Lorraine pay! ”

The Count's words ignited the passions of the people, and they were all there chanting, raising their glasses, as if they had won the victory.

"In this war, the army of the Chriss family will be led to victory by my son, the rightful heir of Rensburg, Charles, as a general." The Earl of Lens, with a roll of his eyes, uttered such words.

And as his voice fell, Sir Charles stepped out from behind him, majestic.

"Lord Earl, this is going to make his son meritorious, so that Sir Charles can inherit his title and ......domain smoothly," Sir Dias whispered in the corner of the banquet.

Karl was stunned for a moment, but immediately reacted, although Count Lens is not old, but he is not young after all, his body is not as good as day by day, he needs to prepare for this.

"Why? Isn't it in accordance with the law for Sir Charles to inherit it? Pine asked, still feasting on the pork leg in his hand.

"The power of the Earl of Lens is complicated, after all, he is still a border earl, he has too many vassals, and there is no shortage of powerful people, although according to the law and bloodline, Sir Charles will inherit everything, but whether it will cause turmoil in the territory, it is hard to say, if the inheritance issue causes turmoil in the territory and gives the Flo people a chance, then the matter will be big, so Lord Earl wants Sir Charles to establish enough prestige." Sir Dias explained that he wanted to take the opportunity to educate his son.

Of course, he also knew that this was not the right time to say this, so his voice was soft, and only Carl and Pine could hear it.

Pine nodded thoughtfully, but quickly shook his head again, continuing to destroy his meat, which he had never been interested in.

"Father, look, there's wine here, and there's even meat." Pyne's eyes lit up when he saw the other side of the long table, wine wasn't cheap, at least in Blackthorn Village, he didn't have much of a chance to drink.

Seeing him, he was not polite, sat down directly, and devoured it.

However, in this era, this kind of heroic eating is not a bad thing, at least because his arrogance has attracted the praise of some knights.

Sir Dias shook his head, but he also found a place, and concentrated on tasting the food in front of him, drinking ale, wine, and roast suckling pig, which he usually can't drink, which is also a good enjoyment.

Carl saw that his father and brother were like this, so he naturally joined in, he had been in this world for so long, and he was about to vomit after eating those mushy lumps in Black Thorn Village every day, and it was not bad to be able to eat a good meal at this moment.

The atmosphere of the banquet was lively again, and I don't know when, a bard came up, holding a lyre in his hand, singing the honor of the Chris family in the way of singing a heroic epic, and his eloquent voice moved everyone's thoughts.

The Earl of Lens touched his beard, and was very satisfied with the performance of his vassals, for there was nothing more pleasing to the nobles than to proclaim the honor of his family.

Overall, it was a resounding success.