"Although you defeated me at the competition, got my equipment, took my ransom, and even let my capable general McKinson go to heaven, I believe that this is God's will and arrangements. I have nothing to be angry about, nor anything to be ashamed of shame," Baron Edmund handed the empty wine glass back to the maid, raised his arm and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. "I rarely tell stories to people, but since you want to know the past of your opponent, I don't care about this little bit of verbalism on this boring afternoon."

The maid took Baron Edmund's silver wine glass with exquisite patterns and walked to the large wooden wine barrel placed beside the tent, scooped up a full glass of fragrant red wine, and returned to Baron Edmund.

"Julie, give my guest Simon a drink, too. Ha, Simon, when it comes to this, you and I have no grudges or grudges, but in the arena, under the gaze of God, we have to kill each other as much as we can, fight for God's favor, and win the fruits of victory. I have lived for so long and have killed countless soldiers, mercenaries, pagans and even knights, but it is rare for people like you to defeat me today."

"If you are in the world, you can't help it." Simon thought silently, and took the silver wine glass full of red wine from the maid.

"By the way, back to the topic, when it comes to that boy McKinson, I have to start talking many years ago. At that time, my father was still the master of the entire territory. Although we are not rich, God blessed, life is still calm..."

McKinson's father was named McKinn. After his son was born, McKinn directly added a "son" to his name for convenience. From a literal sense, "McKinson" means McKinnn's son.

McKin is a famous local villager, a free farmer with a small piece of his own land. His status is higher than that of the servants around the Baron. His usual duty is to protect the Baron's woods and hunting grounds and bring the damn poachers to justice.

Since he usually works in the woods, McGin has a dark face and a clean short hair, wearing a green robe, green tights, and a green hood. Under his belt, a sharp arrow was hung with a dagger with a cold glow.

Sometimes, even if the arrowhead is as sharp as a spearhead, McGinn still dislikes the arrowhead made by the old arrow maker that it is too dull, and then spends some effort to carefully polish it in front of his hut.

McGinn had a small trumpet made of iron and wood on her shoulder strap, and she wore leather gloves she had bought for a long time to protect her calloused hands. He had a small silver medallion on his chest, and he hoped that the guardian of the forest residents would bring him good luck.

McGinn was good at using bows and arrows and was a good hunter in the forest, so the Baron gave him the right to hunt for the Baron's family in the forest. The thing he did most often was to take his hard bow and take the arrow that he loved most with peacock feathers as arrow feathers, and stroll leisurely in the baron's woods with his delicately crafted arrows.

As the days passed, McKinson, the son of McKinson, also grew up day by day. McKinn taught all his skills to his beloved son.

Sometimes, the old Baron would let McKinson, who had some martial arts skills, enter the castle inner castle field to compete with the young Baron Edmund at that time, so Baron Edmund and McKinson became familiar with each other very carefully.

If nothing unexpected happens, after McKinn gets older, his son McKinson will take over his mantle and become a man who is almost the same as his father, and become the new ranger of the Baron family.

Day after day, the old baron's territory was fortunately not being affected by the war. The only bad thing was that the old baron fulfilled his obligations and summoned many farmers from many territories to go out to fight with the Earl, but in the end, some people never came back and left behind a pair of lonely and helpless wives and children in the territory.

Old McKinn joined the old Baron's army as an archer every time, and even brought his grown son McKinson in a battle. Fortunately, both father and son were able to safely follow the old Baron back to their hometown with rich spoils and return to their peaceful life.

Until one day after the old Baron came back from the Earl's banquet, Baron Brush, of the next territory, sent him a letter saying that he had found enough evidence in some ancient documents to prove that he was the ruler of the Old Baron's territory, and that he had the claim that he possessed the territory with the power given by God.

The old baron couldn't help but find his court clerk to reply to Baron Brush. In addition to saying that Baron Brush was nonsense and the arguments were false and uncertain, he also scolded him, saying that he was a greedy scorpion and could not kill a hedgehog's waste even with his butt.

Strangely, after several days of sending the letter to Baron Brush, the other party did not reply, like a weak old wolf temporarily put away his claws. Although the old baron was a little uneasy, he did not take it too seriously.

But afterwards it turned out that this was just a brief calm before the storm came. On that day, Old McGinn, who was patrolling the forest on the edge of the territory, heard the extraordinary noise. He went away and on the main road in the forest, he was surprised to find that it was Baron Brush's army. The soldiers were densely shining spears like guns, the knights in the queue looked impeccable mail, and the rumbling sound of the tall horse stepping on the ground, almost scaring his soul away.

Without saying a word, he ran to the village. He wanted to warn everyone, including McKinson, who was milling wheat in the village, to hide or escape quickly. There was a horse-raiser in the village who could ride horses, and Old McKinn needed him to ride his horse to the Baron's castle and announce the news.

But human legs were faster than horse legs after all. Baron Brush's cavalry and scouts arrived at this small village on the edge of the baron's leadership before McGinn. Without saying a word, they killed the militia standing guard at the entrance of the village and the horse breeder who was about to run to the stable to ride a horse to report the news. Then they thirstyly waved the sword to the frightened and helpless villagers.

The Mill was on the river not far from the village. When Old McKin arrived at the Mill, fortunately, the cavalry and scouts had no time to take care of this place.

At this time, McKinson had already seen the tragic situation in the village on the high windmill in the mill, but he couldn't bear to see the hard-earned wheat and some of the ground flour that had been ground. At this time, he was carrying heavy wheat and flour in the narrow stairs of the windmill and struggling to go downstairs.

Old McKinson told McKinson to ignore wheat and flee directly to the forest, but at this time, Baron Brush's soldiers had arrived at the village, and the damn cavalry also drove towards the mill, and they could no longer cross the uncovered river beach and grass.

Old McKinn had no choice but to take McKinson to a rocky scattered by the river beach by the mill. Without saying a word, he rolled up his sleeves and wiped the mud from the river beach on his son one by one. After a while, McKinson became an absolute clay figure.

Old McKinson asked McKinson to lie in the rocks on the river beach and stop moving, but he climbed to the top of the windmill of the mill, and drew arrows and bows to shoot at the cavalry and infantry running towards the mill, attracting their attention.

Old McKin is indeed a veteran archer. From time to time, cavalry and infantry fell down. Even if a soldier with a shield walked slowly with his shield, he would be shot by Old McKin to his calves or ankles without a shield, and fell to the ground in pain and howled.

The big belly miller, who is usually cunning and cunning, often lacks weight, went to see God first, while the old McKinn fought until his last breath.

McKinson, lying in the pile of rocks, watched his father beheaded to the ground by a fully armed knight, and blood flew. He wanted to stand up and avenge his father, but reason told him that there was only a small dagger on his waist and that there was no chance of winning against the knight. If he died, nothing his father had done just now would make no sense.

The soldiers who rushed to the mill later greedily moved bags of supplies from the mill's warehouse. No one had the time to search the river beach beside the mill, so after the soldiers searched the mill, they just threw the torch on the thatched roof under the mill and left directly. McKinson escaped.

In the end, the old Baron tried his best to repel Baron Brush's invasion.

After rebuilding his home, McKinson seemed to have become a different person and became taciturn. He took over his father's mantle, did what his father did in the past every day, and practiced martial arts hard privately. He would never allow similar things to happen to his son in the future.

Since then, he has a strange hobby, and he likes to cover himself with mud before fighting.

After the old Baron passed away, McKinson fought one evil battle after another with Baron Edmund, who succeeded him, and was given the title of "Mud Warrior", and was respected by the villagers like his father.

He became the confidant of the Baron until he followed Baron Edmund to the capital of the Kingdom and finally died in the arena...

"Ha, ironically, McKinson is almost old McKinson. When I return to the territory and bring back this unfortunate news, his son will have to pay a inheritance tax and become the new forest ranger of our family. Turn this page and start a new story." Baron Edmund burped and looked a little tired.

"I'm sorry." Simon took off his leather cap, but Baron Edmund put down his silver wine glass and waved his hand at him.

"There's nothing to be sorry, I said, what happened in the arena is all God's arrangement. Perhaps McKinson is now reuniting with his old father whom he was thinking about day and night. For him, it may not be a bad thing. Baron Edmund rubbed his temples and stood up, "Okay Simon, if nothing else, you go out first. I'm so tired today."

"There will be a period later." Simon put on his fur hat again and walked out of Baron Edmund's tent with the fat man.

"Hey man, it seems that it's progressing well, but why has it taken so long?" Reggel looked at the fat man holding the trophy in both hands, knowing that Simon had successfully obtained his trophy.

"I heard a story." Simon smiled at Rejel and rode on "lucky" on the kickstand.
Chapter completed!