The sun shines through the gaps between the branches of the trees, and the breeze rustles through the leaves. A flock of crows passed by, saw the scene below, and chirped with joy.

Underneath them, there were several corpses lying on the ground, with little fabric on them, and everything that could be taken was taken.

In life, they were glorious knights, nobles, and now they are just corpses in the wilderness.

"Ahem......"

With a coughing sound, one of the "corpses" struggled for a moment, slowly opened some eyes, and suddenly he felt a tingling pain in his body, and looked over, there were actually several crows lying on him.

Brother Derian hurriedly moved, and the crows felt his movements, startled, and fluttered and flew up.

"Am I still alive? God really bless his followers. Derian just thought of the scene that had happened before, and it was clear that he had fainted from the arrow, and that he had not died, thanks to the helmet.

Brother Derian gasped and looked around, his eyes showing sadness, and the knight he had brought out of Dortmund was dead.

"Lord Earl!" He suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly went to confirm the face of the corpse, only to be relieved that he didn't see Carl in the end.

"Did the Earl escape?" Brother Derian didn't know what was going on, he just wanted to know now if Carl was alive or dead, and as long as Carl was alive, then everything was not a problem.

"Duke Rizland." Derian Hues shook his head violently, he knew that now was not the time to stay here and do nothing, he didn't know if Karl was still alive, but he had to do something to verify this now.

"Horse ...... Damn, those guys aren't going to leave me a horse. Brother Derian scolded.

His mind was now full of questions, who were those people? He would never believe that it was a robber, no robber would have such great power.

"Lord Earl, may God bless you." Brother Derian prayed in his heart, and staggered in the direction of Rizlandburg Castle.

……

"Tell me it's not true!" The roar of the Duke of Rizland echoed in the castle hall, and God, what did he hear? One of his counts was ambushed near his castle and assassinated.

That's right, this incident was directly characterized as an assassination, according to Brother Derian's description, there were quite a few knights wearing a full set of chain mail on the other side, and the other party's remarks were obviously aimed at the Count of Dortmund, if it wasn't an assassination, then there would be a ghost.

He had no doubt that Brother Derian was lying, after all, in this kind of matter, Brother Derian lied did him no good, and if he was investigated after lying, it would definitely be a huge blow to the reputation of the Count of Dortmund, of course, provided that Karl was still alive.

So the Duke of Rizlan is really angry, a duke can't shelter his subordinates, his important vassals are assassinated around his castle, which will make his reputation ruined, and even if fame is aside, Karl is loyal to him, vassalage to him makes his power greatly increased, this is a real benefit, if he doesn't do anything in this matter, it is completely conceivable that the people of the Dias family will definitely regard him as an enemy, and the Dias family clansmen who inherited Dortmund will definitely declare their independence from the Duchy of Rizland.

The other nobles in the hall, his vassals all had different faces, some sneering, some sympathetic, but no matter what, they would have anger on their faces!

In the eyes of many nobles, nobles can fight and quarrel with each other, and fight each other for the sake of interests, but everyone has an unspoken rule, that is, they can't kill each other, even if they capture each other, they will return it through ransom, even if they are captured, the other party will be served with good food and drink, just like the saying that the battlefield is the battlefield, but after the battlefield, everyone is still relatives and friends.

But now it's different, an earl was actually killed by his opponent in this way, and the power of these equipment will definitely not be a small nobleman.

It was the Count of Dortmund who encountered this kind of thing today, so tomorrow would it be one of them, so they had to be angry.

"Lord Duke, please help us, please send troops to help us find the whereabouts of Lord Earl." Brother Derian fell to his knees and pleaded, his scarred appearance that made people cry at the sight.

Brother Derian had to panic, all his power and prestige came from Carl, if Carl had something three long and two short, then his palace would immediately change back to the original, from thrift to luxury, from luxury to thrift, after several years of palace life, he definitely did not want to be like before.

"Dortmund's courtier, Brother Derian, you can rest assured that I am the fief of the Count of Dortmund, and he will do everything in his power to find his whereabouts." Duke Rizlan said in a deep voice.

"I'm willing to send soldiers to search with me." A baron said suddenly.

"I do, God will bless his faithful believers." Another nobleman stood up, and then there were nobles who expressed their voices.

Although some people are unhappy with Carl, thinking that he is just a nouveau riche and relying on luck to stand on their heads, but they are not happy to be unhappy, and they still agree on this point, not daring to make a show, but they must also work rescuing Carl, which can improve their reputation.

"Thank you." Brother Derian bowed.

"Your Excellency the Count of Dortmund would be proud to have such a loyal retinue as you." Friar Derian was praised for his performance.

"Frederick, my son." Duke Rizlan looked at the young man beside him.

"I'm here, father." Sir Frederick bent over.

"I order you to take the soldiers and conduct a comprehensive search of the place where the Count of Dortmund had an accident, and be sure to find the Count of Dortmund." Duke Rizland ordered.

"Yes!" Frederick nodded and turned away without hesitation.

"Where is my military minister?" Duke Rizlan let out a loud shout.

"The subordinates are here." A middle-aged aristocrat stepped forward.

"I order you to bring the army and find out for me the group of people who ambushed the Count of Dortmund!" Duke Rizlan said that he had to catch those people, at least know something, or he would not be able to give an explanation to his vassal's family.

"Yes!" The middle-aged nobleman nodded, but the moment he turned around, the corners of his mouth showed some helplessness, Rizland Fort is so big, those ambushed guys may escape as long as they are not fools, how can he find it.

……

"Your Highness Princess, Your Highness Princess, news from Lord Count Dortmund!"

A maid rolled up the corners of her skirt and trotted all the way to Natalie's room.

"What? News from the Count of Dortmund? Has he arrived? Natalie, who was still a little idle, quickly stood up when she heard this.

"No, the Earl didn't arrive, in fact it's bad news......" said the maid after a moment's hesitation.

"The bad news? What's the bad news? Natalie paused, not knowing why her heart suddenly chuckled.

"His Excellency Count Dortmund was ambushed not far from the castle of Rizlandburg, and now his whereabouts are unknown."

Natalie's eyes widened, and she went limp back into bed.

"Wendy, this joke isn't funny, I don't want you to make a joke about an earl!" Natalie said with a shudder.

"Your Royal Highness Princess, I don't dare to joke with the Earl." Wendy shook her head like a rattle, she didn't dare do that.

"What the hell is going on?" Natalie lowered her head and asked again.

"I couldn't hear very clearly, I was in the hall at the time......" Wendy said everything she had heard and seen, including Brother Derian who had come to call for help.

"Oh my God, how could such a thing happen." Natalie closed her eyes sadly, but the tears couldn't help but slide down, and the tears slid down her cheeks looked pitiful.

"I ...... I'm going to look for the Count of Dortmund too! After being sad, Natalie opened her eyes sharply and said.

"What? Your Highness Princess, you must not leave the castle! Wendy was startled.

"This is a special case!" Princess Natalie said through gritted silver teeth.

"Neither the Duke nor Lord Frederick will agree." Wendy said cautiously.

"Then you don't need their consent." Natalie has made up her mind this time.

"Your Royal Highness, do you want to ...... again," she remembered the last time Natalie had snuck out of the castle.

"Your Royal Highness, don't do this, Sir will blame me!" Wendy looked at her pitifully.

"You can't stop me, or I'll blame you now!" Natalie glared and said menacingly.

"I ...... I ......" Wendy's heart was full of grievances, and she knew that she wouldn't talk about it, but Natalie had said that she had to tell her anything about Carl......

"Okay Wendy, it's nothing, and I have to, you're going to help me, you're my friend." Natalie patted Wendy on the back and soothed.

Wendy struggled frantically, only to finally lower her head.

"Lord Sir will definitely let me leave the castle if he finds out......"

Hearing Wendy's words, Natalie showed a surprised expression and swore that "Don't worry, if my brother really wants to drive you away, I will definitely pull you back." ”

On the same day, Natalie changed into a civilian outfit to wipe her face, and with the help of a maid, she once again escaped through the window......