Another carriage was also walking on the muddy trail, but they were in a much better mood. At the forefront was a short man with an ugly appearance like a pig. He rode on the horse and swayed from time to time and looked back proudly. The carriage was filled with treasures stolen from the Earl of Lauzits' estate. These treasures were enough for them to equip a medium-sized mercenary. This ugly man was Grover, the eldest of the wild boar brothers, followed by his younger brother, the tall and thin Ogden. ￡∝

"Brother, don't we go to bigger cities to squander it now?" Ogden patted the treasures on the carriages covered with cloth, and said to his elder brother with saliva.

"Squander? My brother, we have made a fortune, but these things are not enough for us to use for the rest of our lives. I want to use this money to recruit an army and then go to the south to make money for the wealthy nobles." Grover smiled, but the smile was even more ugly. He told his plan to his brother.

"As mercenaries, my brother, aren't we tired of this kind of life with blood licking on the knife?" Ogden said dissatisfied.

"Not to my younger brother, we used to act as pawns for others in war, but now we have to fight for ourselves. Believe in my younger brother, we will definitely have a castle." Grover said to Ogden confidently.

"Castle, can we really own it?" After hearing Grover's words, Ogden's eyes lit up. Being able to own a castle was like heaven for the expelled nobles like them. When he thought of sitting in the spacious and sturdy castle and being served by many servants, Ogden couldn't help but make a strange laugh.

"Hmph, my brother, so leave it all to me." Grover raised his head and made a strange laugh, but at this moment, a baby crying made his laughter stop abruptly, and Grover frowned. He turned his head and looked behind him.

"Zipa, Zipa." Their little brother Zipa looked demented, and the cloth bag in his arms kept squirming, and the baby's crying sound came from it.

"Why should we take the little kids of the Wendell family with us? Anyway, we have enough money now, so we will throw it on the side of the road." Ogden said to Grover impatiently.

"Uh. Zipa seems to treat that little boy as a pet. Forget it, let's just let him go. You don't know his temper. I can't help being stubborn." Grover shrugged and looked at his demented little brother. At this moment, the baby's crying louder.

"Why does he always cry?" Ogden covered his ears. The baby's crying had attracted the attention of pedestrians on the road. Although travelers who were out would not go to find out about other people's affairs, the situation is too strange now. Three strange-shaped men traveled with a little baby.

"I'm probably hungry, go to the village in front to get some goat's milk. It's so damn. When did our terrifying wild boar brothers become nannys with children?" Grover uncovered his helmet and scratched his scalp with helpless expressions.

"By the way, that monk Robert ran there. I don't believe he just took a roll of parchment. I bet that thing must be very valuable." Ogden said to Grover as he walked.

"Of course I know. But even if we hold that thing, what's the use? Forget it and go our own way."

Monk Robert did indeed just take a roll of parchment from Count Lauzits' treasure house. He knew that Count Lauzits would not be spared by Arod this time. Although the Wendell family suffered a severe blow, if the Wendell family's bloodline was not cut off, Monk Robert would not give up. For his own livelihood and revenge, he must cast another master and take the roll of parchment to the Duke of Bavaria's castle. He believed that the Duke would accept his own with this document.

"Idiot, I gave him so much money, but I was defeated. What's the use of killing a few low-level nobles?" After learning about the failure of Count Lauziz, the Duke of Bavaria was furious in his lord's hall. He broke several pots in a row and his plan to plot against the Principal of Mason was completely devastating. No wonder he was so angry.

"Sir, a monk asked for a meeting outside the castle." At this time, a personal guard knight came over from outside the hall and reported to the furious Duke of Bavaria.

"What monk, what's missing? What's this?" The Duke of Bavaria waved his arms vigorously. When he was in a bad mood, he had no intention of seeing these bald monks who came to seek financial support. However, the knight took a few steps forward and handed a roll of parchment over.

"He said he must hand over this document to you, Lord Duke."

"Well." The Duke of Bavaria opened the parchment suspiciously. The more he looked at the anger on his face gradually disappeared, and finally turned into a burst of ecstasy laugh, which echoed in the dome-shaped hall.

"Duke, are you okay?" the knight asked the Duke of Bavaria worriedly.

"I'm fine, call the monk in." The Duke of Bavaria smiled and held the sheepskin scroll tightly in his hand, commanding his knight.

"Duke, Duke is not good." But before the knight could go out, a courtier from the Bavarian duke carried his robe and hurriedly ran in from outside. He was panting and sweating on his forehead, looking anxious.

"What's wrong?" The Duke of Bavaria frowned. The courtier was his palace minister and a very steady nobleman. However, it is rare to be so reckless now. Something special must have happened.

"Our envoys in the king's court sent an urgent letter. Half a month ago, His Majesty the King was critically ill." The Bavarian Palace said to the duke anxiously.

"Is the bird catcher Henry going to die?" The Duke of Bavaria's eyes widened. He looked at his palace in disbelief. The bird catcher Henry, who had always been strong, was critically ill.

"Yes, His Majesty the King may be almost out of reach. He sent envoys between the beds, and soon other dukes will know the news. Now Prince Otto is waiting by the king's side day and night."
Chapter completed!