Bayer didn't ask his own father for the first time, because no matter his theoretical spirit is no longer the original noble boy, and as a duke, he should be on an equal footing with the Duke of Hagen.

On the contrary, Beyer's first question was rather impolite. "How's my brother?"

There is no doubt that after obtaining the ability of the Holy Grail Knight in such a short period of time and the influence of personally managing Gisoleo, the duke in front of him may have taken back all his rights.

A soft smile tugged at the corner of Duke Hagen's lips. "Don't worry, my child, your brother is now in the jurisdiction of the Pale Sisters."

"As a knight, he still needs to exercise."

Byer has never had that much of an opinion about his brother, and he often takes care of himself.

He is not good at fighting because of his memory, and he is often ignored by others because of his father's honor, and in this respect, he is very similar to Bayer.

He's been trying, but the mountainous jurisdiction of Gisoleo is a place full of necromancers and orcs!

"He, he's lost his right eye in a chivalrous adventure, can't you just let him rest?!" ”

That's right, Byer's father was definitely a brave knight, a noble nobleman, both in terms of morality and in terms of his own restraints, he was the top of Bretonnia.

As a result, he was one of Lawne's personal barons in addition to the Duke, and is now the most honored Knight of the Holy Grail in Bretonnia.

But his harshness towards his children is truly breathless, and this is something that Byer has deeply experienced in the swamp.

Sir Flender subconsciously took Bair's hand and said. "Young Master... Lord Hagen is also for you..."

But even someone as stern as Flender sometimes thinks he's too stubborn...

But at this moment the Duke of Hagen did not say much, but smiled, told Lawne that he had some personal affairs, and took Baier to the second floor.

With the last shred of respect for this father, Bair followed him upstairs.

Hagen patted Beyer's shoulder armor. "Good boy, I already know that you sneak attack, trap, and poison on the battlefield."

"I didn't expect Lorne to make you a duke, though your pathetic record is somewhat useful."

"Now, I have arranged for you a wife, and I will leave the country lord's daughter behind."

"She is the youngest daughter of the Duke of Carcassonne, and we will be the alliance of the three realms, the greatest power in Bretonnia."

"We will be the real sword, the shield, of Bretonnia."

"Before you cross the river, turn back."

Bair slapped the man's arm away. "Three collars? King Laune would not have agreed! ”

"And I love Ellie, get out of the way with your political marriage!"

This remark completely annoyed Bair, although there are many such political marriages in Bretonnia, but he is not the child who was obedient before, but his property.

And Carcassonne's youngest daughter is only 15 years old this year!

Duke Hagen shook his head. "That's not what I meant, it was mentioned to me by Duke Balde of Carcassonne."

"But there's a lot at stake in this matter, and if you don't handle it well, a good alliance can turn into a catastrophe."

"In contrast, those miserable combat behaviors in you can only be washed away in this way."

"Follow the path I laid for you, son, you will never understand my good intentions!"

The glow of the Grail Knight was faintly emanating, and in the tavern room with only two people, the oppression of the battle-hardened man was even greater.

Bair just pushed the door open. "I'm going to talk one-on-one with King Lawn."

"When I'm dead, I'll be resurrected with necromancy."

Then he slammed the door and went out.

Downstairs, King Laune was discussing with Sir Flender how the peasants of the King of the South could bake the dough with cheese, or with meat sauce and noodles, and that it was disgusting how anyone could eat it that way.

They stopped chatting when they saw that Baier was down, but King Lawne had already vaguely guessed the situation.

He said a word to Beyer. "Please don't blame him, sometimes he can't tell the difference between an orc and a horseshoe (a Cologne slang that means stupid or drunk)."

"But I'm not disgusted with your fighting behavior, it's smart."

He thought for a moment and said. "It may be too polite, but I do think your current strategic style has something to do with the personal character of the Duke of Hagen."

Now that Bayer was a little bit on the top, he sat down next to the two of them, picked up the cheap beer ordered by a farmer on the table, and drank it all in one gulp.

Then he almost didn't vomit out of the horse urine, and scolded with nausea. "He's always like that, old-fashioned old thing."

Give the farmer a few pennies as an apology for beer.

Calm down, Byer said. "King Lawn, I've already arranged Lakcha's faith, and next, let me ask a little if there is any other wilderness nearby?"

"I found a batch of idle ones in your territory... Peasant...", Bair tried to use enough language to treat people as things.

Lawne nodded. "The western part of the Long Lake Territory hasn't been developed too much, and the green skins there have been killed by you, so I think you can develop it."

"The peasants will be the reward for the armor you provide me."

Bair continued to ask him. "And there are good grooms, I think..."

Raun glanced at the Poison Blade troops. "It seems that our petty nobles are going to have an extra group of horseback attendants, come to my royal stables, and the price is fair."

He removed the small family crest from his chest and handed it to Byer. "Absolutely fair."

Bair thanked him again and again.

Then I felt that today was really exciting, he had never quarreled with his family like this in his previous life, and today is an experience!

Then he gave King Laune a copy of the dwarven promise, a copy of the contract written in three languages, Dwarven, Chinese, and Bretonnian, in sufficient detail.

There is also the little vampire baron he caught, Raun was a little surprised, after all, the barons were all his own subordinates, and someone actually rebelled at this moment.

It seems that Lawne underestimated Mahlerberg's personal charm.

Beyer explained the situation clearly and said. "I hope that at the equinox Bretonnia will be united, my lord."

King Lorne stood up and bowed softly to Bair. "Thank you for your generosity."

But Bair heard a sound of footsteps coming from upstairs, and hurriedly spoke to the soldiers. "Let's go, go to the royal stables..."