Steve took the beautifully decorated sword and returned to a house near the castle wall. This was the foothold of the Bogo family in Mason Castle. There was a big tree emblem hanging at the door of the house. His family was a noble with a long history, but for some reason, he was squeezed out of the political rights center of the Principal of Mason over the long years and became a local squire who wandered on the edge of power. If the Bogo family was not good at raising horses, they would probably not even have the opportunity to be outside the town outside Mason Castle.

"Steve, why are you here so late? Did you bring the money?" When Steve walked into the house, his father was anxiously waiting for his eldest son. The Bogo family's real estate is near a valley in Mason County. It is suitable for horse raising. The main politicians live in towns outside Mason Castle, but the official positions they can get are all insignificant last-class officials.

"I'm sorry, my father, the money was stolen on the way." Steve stood in front of his father and didn't know what to say. He was embarrassed and had to explain to his father truthfully.

"What? Idiot, how could this happen? Don't you know that I need this money urgently this time?" Steve's father, Old Banjamin, couldn't believe his ears. He hurriedly grabbed his sparse hair and blamed his eldest son.

"Don't worry about my father. Someone is willing to give us a hundred silver offices and we can get them tomorrow. Look, this is the certificate." Steve comforted his elderly father and showed the sword to Old Banjamin.

"You idiot, can't you be deceived, how can such a thing be worth a hundred silver quotas? This opportunity is rare. I finally got through Baron Valk. As long as I send fifty silver quotas, he will be able to propose to me to become the new mayor of Mason Town in front of Earl Eble, and I can become the new courtier of the noble Duke Mason in the castle. You know how much effort I have spent to get this position, and I heard that our old rival, the Bishop family, is also moving this position." Old Banjamin trembled all over his anger, and became the courtier of the Duke Mason in the castle. This was the long-cherished wish of the Bogo family for many years and the career that has been fought for for many generations, but now it is about to succeed but it is destroyed by his stupid son.

"Don't worry. I will ask for the money tomorrow morning." Steve's face was a little pale after hearing his father's words. He listened to the family struggle history told by his elders since he was a child. In order to obtain this position, his father, Old Benjamin, almost shyly, tried to flatter Baron Valk, and even wanted to marry his beautiful daughter to the champion Knight Sir Andrew. However, Baron Valk arrogantly rejected. He believed that the Bogo family was not worthy of intermarrying with his family. Even if he encountered such humiliation, Old Benjamin was still unyielding.

"I'll go with you tomorrow morning. You've been in the valley for too long and left the prosperous town for too long." Old Banjamin thought his stupid son was too naive. Maybe he might have gained nothing tomorrow. He just met a liar, and those guys who rely on cheating and betting in and out of hotels are extremely cunning.

The next morning, Old Banjamin took his son Steve and looked for it according to the address left by Arod. After passing by a block or two, they came to the area where merchants gathered. Most of the houses here were sturdy and gorgeous, with triangular roofs, solid stone foundations, and frames made of fir, which were completely different from the houses built with thatch and ordinary wood structures of the Steve family.

"My son, you must have been fooled. No noble would live here. Even the rented houses of merchants are expensive. Only a few great nobles would rent them. But the description you gave me was completely like a country aristocrat." Old Banjamin shook his head and taught his son the experience of society. As they were talking, they came to the door of a triangular house. In addition to the house, the house also brought a small stable. Old Banjamin watched the horses in the stables smooth and shiny fur, and each could go to the battlefield at any time.

"Father is here, look at the laurel tree in front of the door." Steve pointed to a laurel tree in front of the house. It seemed that this was exactly where they were looking for. Old Banjamin frowned and felt even more that his son had been fooled. With the idea of ​​a front-line opportunity, Old Banjamin took his son forward and knocked on the door of the house.

"Crack." The door of the house opened, and a curious face of a young man popped up from it. He looked up and down at two people wearing Germanic aristocratic costumes. He had never seen these two aristocrats before and could not help but take a few more glances.

"Who are you looking for?" The young man pushed open the door, revealing the white lining and trousers on his body. He was making fodder for the horses in the stable, but he heard the knock on the door early in the morning.

"We are looking for the owner of this sword, we are here to ask for debts." Old Banjamin took the sword from his son and presented it to the young man to see clearly. When he saw this sword, the young man immediately realized that it was the Terminator, so he quickly opened the door.

"Oh, this is our son's sword, how is it in your hands?"

"He mortgaged this to us," Steve replied.

"Then please come in and go with me to see the master. I am the master's personal servant." The young man immediately let Steve and Old Banjamin into the house. From the door to the living room was a rectangular passage, and the master bedroom and other buildings were on the right side of the living room. This was also the characteristic of medieval architecture. First, the main buildings were built, and other buildings were slowly added from the left and right sides, which formed an L-shaped architectural structure.

"Which lord is the nobleman living here?" Old Banjamin was very experienced in society. While walking, he looked at the marble sculptures placed on the left and right sides of the passage, as well as the axes and halberds hanging on the walls. He immediately judged that the person living here was definitely a great nobleman with status. However, he had lived in Mason Town for so long and had never heard of a great nobleman living here.

"Oh, it's Baron Wendell." The personal servant said to them as he led them in.

"Baron Wendell?" Old Benjamin didn't react at once when he heard the name. He just felt it was very familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it.

"The sword you are holding is the son of Baron Wendell, the terminator of Lord Arod, Earl of Mecklenburg." The personal servant continued to say to them.

"Mr. Arod, what, is it any of the Palace Prime Minister?" Old Banjamin's voice became hoarse and distracted. He almost screamed. The sword his son was holding was actually the most powerful at this time. Even Earl Lauziz was afraid of three points. The sword of Earl Arod, the conqueror Earl Arod, suddenly sweat came out of his forehead. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!