The news that Sir Ron brought to Arod was about Sir Will. I wonder if Sir Will noticed that he was being followed. After saying goodbye to Earl Plaun and claiming to return to his fief, he disappeared. Arod's spies were surprised and had to send additional people to search everywhere while reporting to Mecklenburg. After hearing about Sir Ron's news, Arod stood up and walked to the window, and heard Sir Ron continue to say behind him.

"But before Sir Will disappeared, our spies saw the general of Earl Lauzits with him, and heard from the servants in Earl Plaunn's castle that Sir Will has become much more generous since he returned from Schleithug."

"You mean he was bribed by Count Lauziz?" Arod frowned. After raising a war with the Bohemians, Count Lauziz was looted his territory, which means that his finances were completely destroyed. If Count Lauziz wanted to act, he could not pay to buy the nobles or outlaws with his own money.

"It is very likely, but the money he came from? As far as I know, although the county of Lauziz has recovered slowly from the war, there is no money to buy the knights." Sir Ron said, and Arod was pacing through the window with his eyes down, and he rubbed his hands. It seemed that someone was secretly supporting Count Lauziz, but who would it be?

"Let the spies continue to track down Sir Will's whereabouts, we can definitely know something from him." Arod didn't understand why Count Lauziz wanted to kill John Berg. Perhaps this mystery can only be known by arresting Sir Will, and Arod has not received news from Harvey for a long time. As the spy leader who has been monitoring Count Lauziz, why did Harvey have no early warning about Count Lauziz's actions?

"Then I'll leave first." Sir Ron bowed slightly to Arod, and was about to leave, but Arod called again.

"Let the knights prepare, I will take His Highness the Princess to visit my family to Mason." Arod was not a person waiting to die. He decided to go to Mason to find out in the name of taking his wife to visit his relatives. Because it was enough to accompany him to the twelve inner-domestic knights in war, and he first went to his father Baron Wendell's Fort Lida, which itself is a military fortress, so there would be no crisis.

In this era, the nobles traveled with their families with their families. Many preparations were required. They were definitely not ready within a day or two, so it did not affect Arod's continued selection of attendants. In the afternoon, the young attendants were bustling with training heavy swords. The nature of the young people made them unable to help but fight and play with each other. The so-called army camp was actually just a place where the army gathered outside the castle. However, the German mercenary group was fighting in Northern Europe. Therefore, there were only empty tents and training grounds, and blacksmiths beside the woods were knocking and beating. Arod built a two-story wooden house here with a low fence. It was used as a place where officers lived.

"Babys, hurry up and divide into two teams." The knight in charge of the exam shouted loudly to the young servants on his horse on his training ground. In his opinion, Aruod asked these young servants to come here to fight like a game, and it was undoubtedly a very boring thing for those who have experienced the real battlefield.

The young servants were rudely chased by the knights and quickly lined up in two teams. They were asked to fight one by one in groups to select excellent swords from them. However, this was not the only exam. There was also a crossbow arrow competition after the melee. Unlike other German nobles, Aruod liked to let his people use powerful weapons such as crossbows, because the use and training of the bows really took too much time. In addition, crossbows and crossbow arrows were always being made in the smelting base, which provided him with the possibility of quantifying crossbowmen.

"Sir Symon is really energetic." Sir Ron stood on the tower. After conveying Arod's orders, he felt a little hungry, so he went to the lord's kitchen to find some food, and took it to the place where the military camp could be seen on the tower. He leaned against the window and looked at the young attendants who were fighting happily.

"Oh, are you Sir Ron next to Lord Earl?" At this moment, a woman's voice came from behind Sir Ron. When Sir Ron turned his head, he saw a beautiful woman dressed in a maid standing behind him with a smile.

"Sorry, ma'am, I didn't see you." Sir Ron recognized her as the maid next to Princess Josie, so he quickly saluted her slightly. Because the maids around the princess were all born in aristocratic families, they could not ignore them as if they were treated as maids and cooks.

"I'm rude. I've been rashly lately." The maid stretched out her hand and plucked her hair. A light dimples appeared on the corner of her mouth. Her blue eyes were staring at Sir Ron, and her cheeks were slightly rose-red. Nothing could make these maids more excited than the strong knight.

"If I'm in the way here, please allow me to say goodbye first." Sir Ron did not want to have an entanglement with the maid next to Princess Josie. He was a knight from a remote place who could fight on the battlefield easily, but he had no idea about the thoughts of the women in the palace.

"Oh no, there is no such thing at all. Can you tell me what the teenagers outside the castle are doing?" Of course, the maid would not miss this good opportunity to be alone with Sir Ron. Accompanying Princess Josie from Mason's court to a remote territory like Mecklenburg was originally very frustrated by her and the other maids, but soon the heroic knights around Arod caught their attention, especially the excellent Sir Ron, who accompanied the lord Arod, and at a glance he knew that he was a confidant knight. The young Arod became more and more famous. Mecklenburg, which originally thought was a remote countryside, was also full of various novel foods, which could be said to be much more interesting than Mason.

"Well, I don't know much, but I heard from the Earl's words~~~~." Sir Ron explained to the maid without any notice, but did not notice that the maid pretended to listen carefully. He secretly revealed his successful young daughter.

"Kill~~~." Osvid Wayne held the sword in his hand tightly. His family was also a knight family who served the monarch for fiefs and wealth. Therefore, using swords was not unfamiliar to him. Even though the heavy sword in his hand was heavier than an ordinary sword, it was effortlessly played with sword flowers by Osvid Wayne, while his opponent was sweating profusely and retreated repeatedly. After all, this opponent was just a child from a peasant family. He was malnourished and had not received systematic fencing training. Of course, it was not Osvid Wayne's opponent, but was finally knocked to the ground. He quickly let go of the hand that grabbed the sword and admitted defeat.

"Osvid Wayne won." The referee in charge immediately announced the victory. Osvid Wayne raised the sword in his hand proudly and let out a cheerful roar.

"Clang~~~." But Sir Symon rode his horse and used his sword to knock down from above, knocking Osvid Wayne's sword out and inserted it into the soil.

"Why are you yelling? Bunny, don't block the way. There are still others who haven't played." Hearing Sir Symon's angrily shouted, Osvid Wayne quickly picked up his sword and stepped back.

"Come on, Little Pine." Osvid Wayne saw his friend's thin little Pine. He encouraged Little Pine and said, "Little Pine helped him a lot in the morning exam, but Little Pine smiled bitterly at Osvid Wayne. He was very unlucky and met another servant. The servant was the son of the butcher in the town of Wisma. Although generally speaking, the butcher's son can only be a butcher, because this boy is not old but has a strong figure, he was included in the Rage Lion Castle. The thin little Pine stood in front of him and had no chance of winning.

"If you have it, let's forget it. Little Pine is definitely not the big guy's opponent." The other onlookers said gloatingly. Big guy was their nickname for the butcher's son, and he was indeed the biggest of these little servants.

"No, Little Pine will definitely not lose." Osvid Wayne said angrily in discontent.

"Do you want to make a bet?" At this time, a guy who likes to be excited and adventure began to set up a bet, and the others also started to coax. In desperation, Osvid Wayne had to grit his teeth and take out two copper coins.

"Ah~~~." But Osvid Wayne soon showed a toothache expression, because the thin little Pine was powerless at all. Although they learned some basic sword skills in the Rage Lion Castle, it was obvious that no matter how many skills were, there was no way to do anything in front of powerful forces. Little Pine screamed and fell to the ground, and the sword in his hand flew far away.

"Don't be discouraged, there's a crossbow arrow game. Maybe your friend will perform better there, haha." The servant who won Osvid Wayne laughed and patted his shoulder, then took away his two copper coins and put them in his pocket.

"Sorry, Osvid Wayne." Little Pine covered his shoulders and limped over. When he learned that he had actually caused Osvid Wayne to lose the bet, he couldn't help but apologize repeatedly.

"Forget it, you're doing your best, too." Looking at the little Pine covered in mud, Osvid Wayne couldn't blame him, either. Two copper coins were nothing, he said on the little Pine's shoulder.

"How about it, are there any outstanding talents among these young people?" Monk Elvit asked Sir Symon.

"As expected, only the nobles' children had good sword skills, and the peasants and civilians' children had no power to resist. What was the Earl thinking about? He actually asked the elite nobles' children to fight with the civilians?" Sir Semen reported to Monk Elvit.

"Well, the Count always has his own ideas. We just need to do our own work well. Let's start the crossbow competition now." Monk Elvit shrugged. In fact, in his opinion, the common people's children only need to do their job as servants. Letting them learn Latin and fight with swordsmanship is a waste of time.

There was a row of scarecrows with targets inserted in the open space of the camp. The attendants needed to pick up the crossbows in their hands and shoot at the target in the fastest time. They learned how to use crossbows in the Rage Lion Castle, but actually getting started with real crossbows is the first. The crossbows forged in the smelting base are small but powerful, and there is also a raised sight that can be put down and a leather cover for foot pedals. This infantry crossbow is used in Aruod's army for attacking infantry. It is characterized by small and portable. There is also a siege crossbow that requires adults to hook around their waists to tighten the strings through the power of their waists.

"Swoosh, swoosh~~~." The young servants who were shooting with crossbows for the first time were all excitedly holding the crossbow at the target to test the shooting. However, the study of theory is still a little different from real shooting. They must hit the target within five breaths and a hundred steps away. This is indeed a bit difficult for the young servants who touched the crossbow for the first time. However, the stubborn young people did not think they would lose, and they all looked like fighting little roosters.

"Put the crossbow's leather cover under his feet, stretch the bowstring vigorously, put the crossbow arrow into the groove, aim the crossbow at the target, close one eye through the sight, and steadily pull the clamp with your fingers." Little Pine operated the crossbow step by step according to what he learned in the Rage Lion Castle. When he pulled the trigger, the tight bowstring made a sound, and the crossbow arrow was shot out at once, and shot straight into the bull's eye painted red. The people around him cheered, happy for the thin servant.

"I think this weapon should be banned." Standing next to Osvid Wayne, a noble child who had repeatedly failed to shoot was said dissatisfied.

"Why?" Osvid Wayne's smile on his face, who was happy for his friends, showed a curious expression before he could dissipate, looking at the noble child from the same class as him.

"If the peasants get such a weapon, wouldn't it be possible to kill a knight with noble blood and strict training since childhood? This is a blasphemy to the class arranged by God." The nobles muttered in dissatisfaction. His worries were incorrect, but this was the order of Arod, the Earl of Mecklenburg. Unless he and his family publicly resist Arod, they could only whisper dissatisfaction in private.

"It's not that serious. No one can defeat the battle-hardened knights." Osvid Wayne showed a contemptuous smile in disbelief. Those farmers holding pitchforks can kill the knights? This kind of joke is simply not funny. A knight in heavy armor can defeat a hundred farmers. This is common sense in the whole Europa.

"Let's see, my father said that the Earl of Mecklenburg is a restless noble. He cared too much about the interests of the civilians and serfs, and ignored the interests of the nobles. Tsk, sooner or later, Mecklenburg will have a big mess." The little nobleman's child smashed his mouth and looked gloating, which made Osvid Wayne frown. Compared to him, he did not have much consciousness of rejecting other classes. Perhaps it was because his family came from the countryside in remote places, where his family was a peasant.

The merchants provided protection and security, and more often they were like a big family who believed in Christ, while this noble child came from the Bavarian province, where the nobles had special deliberate protection for their bloodline and their own nobleness, and had their own pride and arrogance. Because Mecklenburg was once the territory of the Sislavs, Arod drove away many Slavs who did not obey the orders of the conversion during the conquest, and called on people from other principalities to immigrate to fill these vacancy, which also led to uneven personnel.

"Oh, someone is injured." At this moment, a servant accidentally took off his hand during the game, and his crossbow arrow shot the audience next to him. The scene suddenly became a little confused.

"Call the doctor, God." Sir Saimen, who was in charge, ran over quickly, and he was directing loudly while running, and a servant was shot in the thigh, and he hugged his legs and howled loudly.

"Let me do it, I'm a doctor." Little Pine quickly dropped his crossbow and ran over. He pushed away the crowd around him and said to them. (To be continued, please search for Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!
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