The main tower of Duke Mason's castle is located on a towering hill. It is not the first tower built by the Hermann family. The history of the Hermann family is said to be very long and can be traced back to the era of Charlemagne. At that time, the Hermann family was just a small lord on the border. Their tower had only two floors and gradually increased due to the rise of the family's power. The three and four floors gradually increased. When it could not be increased, the Hermann family began to build the city walls on the outer side of the tower, slowly extending from the hills outward. The more they lived inside, the more people were close to the Hermann family, until the outermost layer formed various residential houses working for the Hermann family.

"Which city wall is this?" Yifu scratched his head and turned his head to ask Aruod when he stepped over the last city gate.

"The third road, this should be the last city wall. Look, isn't that the tower where the duke lives?" Aruod looked at the strong stone building walls around him, and couldn't help but sigh at the financial, material and manpower of the Hermann family. These brick and stone structures are unbreakable, and the green moss on the city wall shows the age of time. The guards holding wide blades and long-handled axes and hats on the city walls are always vigilant. Arrow towers are everywhere in the castle. Archers look out through the narrow shooting holes. All this makes the people you see have an invincible mentality.

"Here." The main tower of the castle was in the shape of three-dimensional square columns. From the four stone steps, Arod and others saw that the gate of the tower was made of solid oak, and was wrapped with black iron bars, and three rows were nailed with iron round nails. Above the gate was hung with Duke Mason's family heraldic flag, which was proudly fluttering with the late night breeze. A gap was revealed in the gate, and the little servants wearing square robes and heraldic clothes came in and out, and from time to time they sent food from the lord's kitchen beside the tower. The lights came out from the gaps in the gate, and people's laughter also came out of the empty fields. The tall tower on the four floors, each floor was filled with lively lights, and men in noble clothes and carefully dressed ladies smiled and talked to each other at the windows.

"This is my home, welcome you, my friends." Sir Eble stood on the steps with one foot, smiled and turned his head and waved his arm and said to Arod and others, with pride in his tone.

"Beautiful home." Chief Ifu's mouth widened, his eyes widened and looked up at the tower, following Sir Eble in dismay.

"A place of solemn and glorious." Sir Wendell looked at the tall tower and said in a memory tone. The Jazz spent almost here his youth, and he still remembered the scene when he first awarded a medal in the tower.

"Crack~~~." Sir Eble pushed open the door and strode in. Arod and others followed. Their arrival attracted the attention of others. Arod walked into the castle of the medieval nobles for the first time, and his heart was full of curiosity. He saw that from the door to the innermost part, there were many huge stone pillars supporting the internal structure. When he raised his head, he could see the dome-shaped top of the tower. The interior was not completely stone building. On the contrary, the corridor between the stairs and the floor was composed of solid birch boards. Many nobles stood there talking to each other, and on one side were windows and on the other side were partitions.

With the hanging guardrail, the huge open space on the first floor was filled with long wooden tables and stools, filled with candlesticks with burning candles and white linen tablecloths, and other nobles were sitting there eating and drinking. Their voices were naturally echoing in the banquet hall. Sir Wendell told Arod to deliberately build this empty appearance, so that the whispers between the nobles would also amplify in the echoes, so that the dukes sitting there would know who was talking about conspiracy, of course, it was just a good wish, and the real conspiracy would naturally be implemented elsewhere.

"Father, these are Sir Wendell and his family, and they are my guests." Sir Eble walked to the innermost part of the long table, and said loudly to him with an old man wearing a glittering golden noble crown and silver-white hair.

"My son, you don't need to be so loud. I haven't used to be deaf." The old man's face was rosy, his eyes inadvertently revealed his majesty, his nose was high, his nose was curled down, his lips were slightly thin, and his lips were pursed from time to time. His clothes were made of blue silk robe, and he wore a huge ruby ​​neck pendant around his neck. This was the most powerful person in this land, Duke Mason.

"Mr. Duke, I am the Sir Black Swamp personally taught by the old Duke. I will serve you my most noble monarch." Sir Wendell hurriedly stepped forward and knelt on one knee. He lowered his head and pressed his hand on his chest, and told the Duke the oath of allegiance. Seeing his father kneeling, Ifu and Arod also quickly knelt on one knee.

"Ah, of course, of course, I'm glad you're here to attend my banquet." Duke Mason just raised his finger slightly. His fingers were slender and thin, but no one dared to question the power of this finger, because it is said that when Duke Mason executed the enemy, he would use this finger to give orders to his knight.

"Father, they are my guests." Sir Eble frowned. He felt that his father did not respect his guests enough and said dissatisfied.

"My son, I already give you face, please be content." Duke Mason grinned at his handsome son, amused by his son's youth and childishness. His banquet contained very important political intentions, and all he was invited to help the lord or bishop of the Herman family at critical moments. His stupid son actually brought several famous knights to join in the fun. He had already given face to not drive these people to dinner with the grooms.

"We are very satisfied to attend your banquet, and there is no other intention." Sir Wendell of course heard the Duke's dissatisfaction, and he quickly assured the Duke.

"Well, it's great." The Duke sat on the towering oak chair with his backrest, nodded and whispered to Archbishop Liste, who was wearing a bishop's robe beside him. He stopped looking at the Wendell family and others, as if he was unwilling to waste his energy at all.

"Maybe we shouldn't have come here." Arod was indignant. Although Sir Wendell and Iff did not care about the Duke's attitude, it was because they had long known the hierarchy and were naturally living under this system. However, Arod was not. His soul came from the 21st century without hierarchy. As a celestial biological material, the Chinese who dared to fight against God three times, his self-esteem made him unable to endure this contempt, but he could not bring the entire family to an enduring point because of his pitiful self-esteem, so he forced his heart to a point of no return.

"Oh, is this roast goose meat? And wine." Yifu didn't think so much. Seeing so many delicious foods, he certainly wanted to enjoy this hard-earned banquet. So he saw an empty seat on the long bench and sat down, reaching out to pick up the food from the table and put it in front of him. Eating and drinking was the characteristic of the nobles of this era, so no one blamed him for his rudeness. On the contrary, there were several young nobles who thought Yifu was a cheerful knight and started chatting with him.

"Father, I want to get some breath." Arod said to Sir Wendell. Although there were nobles who were friendly to his family, more people regarded them as aliens mixed in. This dull air made Arod breathless.

"Go, kid, I'm going to meet with a few old men. I remember there is a side door from the left, where to go to the courtyard garden, where you can go, but don't forget the etiquette. If you see the Duke's family, you have to retreat and salute." Sir Wendell found a few people who had served the Duke with him here, so he felt much better. He reminded his young son.

"The Duke's family should be attending the banquet." Arod looked at Sir Eble sitting next to the Duke and a middle-aged lady in a long silk dress, who should be the Duke's wife, thinking of this, walking towards the side door his father said.

"Where is your sister Josie, Eblet?" The Duke was a little dry after talking to the Archbishop. The Archbishop of Rist said that his diocese was completely neutral in this war and would not favor the Duke of Saxony or Duke Mason. This made Duke Mason a little disappointed and helpless. If Archbishop of Rist joins his army, he would have enough strength to defeat the Duke of Saxony. However, in the unclear form, the Archbishop's choice is understandable. Even the Duke could guess that the Duke of Saxony must also be trying to win over the Archbishop, which made him a little upset. He couldn't help but think of where his lovely daughter had gone. If she could definitely make herself happy here, the kind child was his pistachio.

"I don't know, she said she was dizzy and didn't want to attend the banquet." Sir Eble picked up a pig ham, bite it and chewed it in a few big mouthfuls before saying to Duke Mason.

"What's wrong with this child? Did you ask Monk Roy to see?" Duke Mason's brow frowned, and he moved his chair uneasyly. The oak chair made a creaking sound. Monk Roy was a monk who was proficient in medicine and was responsible for the health of the Duke's family members.

"No, she said it might be because she had been playing in the courtyard for too long last night, so I'd better take a break today." Sir Eble was a little jealous of his sister. The Duke pampered his sister more than he loved him, but he had nothing to say because he also pampered that little cute.
Chapter completed!