A lively banquet was taking place in the court of the Duke of Bavaria. The Duke sat on his throne, but he was not as serious as usual. The clothes on the Duke's chest were soaked in ale, and the thick breasts were exposed outside. An obese cook sat in the Duke's arms.

"Hahaha, drink quickly, don't try to escape my eyes." The Duke of Bavaria blushed and drunk. He freed up his hand to touch the cook's waist and pointed at a baron and shouted loudly.

"It's the Duke." The Baron reluctantly picked up the wine glass and poured ale into his mouth. Although his expression was painful when drinking, it was actually a very lucky thing to be able to drink ale for three days.

"Where is the Duke?" Barke walked in from the gate and asked a man close to the door.

"Look, he is the one who drinks the most." The drunken drunk man pointed in the direction of the duke. Sure enough, the most noisy one was the Duke of Bavaria. Balk walked towards the duke with his lips pursed, his expression was a little serious and incompatible with the cheerful environment here.

"Dang ~." When Balk squeezed through the crowd, it caused some commotion and uneasiness. The people who blocked the road were knocked to the point of being knocked around by him, but even the drunken drunks could feel the dangerous aura on Balk.

"Woo, Balk, come here quickly, my warrior." The Duke of Bavaria saw Balk coming to him, jumped out of the chair and pushed the woman away, and shouted loudly at Balk with his arms open with excitement.

"Duke." Balk said bowing to the Duke of Bavaria.

"Don't be polite, come and drink, I'll find you a big cup." The Duke of Bavaria was waiting for Balk's arrival. He grabbed a glass of wine from the person next to him, poured the wine inside on the ground, and then poured the wine from the wine pot into the cup.

"Sorry, Lord Duke. Things have been screwed up, the prey has fled." Balk said to the Duke of Bavaria without reaching out to receive the wine glass.

"What? The prey ran away? Are you pigs?" The Duke of Bavaria stopped in mid-air with his hand holding the wine glass. He widened his eyes after hearing Balk's words. After a moment of pause, he started to curse. The Duke's strong lung capacity quickly squeezed the sentence out. Even in the noisy hall, it was particularly loud.

"Dingdang." When the Duke's angry voice echoed in the hall, everything suddenly became quiet. People looked at each other in a glance, and no one made a sound, but the crisp sound of the wine pot knocking to the ground.

"Get out~." The Duke of Bavaria shouted loudly at the people in the hall. He was drunk and shook his body for a moment. Balk hurried forward to support the Duke, but the Duke shook his hand and got rid of it.

"Boom~." Seeing that the Bavarian Duke who was still excited just now was angry, the people attending the banquet quickly stood up and left. Some drunken people who couldn't walk were carried away by their friends. The only two people left in the hall that was still noisy just now were the Duke and Balk, as well as the smell of wine and the mess of the wine all over the ground.

"Say, how did he escape? I don't believe you can't catch a boy growing up in a greenhouse." The Duke of Bavaria turned around and staggered to grab the armrest of the wooden chair, then turned around and sat on the chair. He leaned against the wooden chair and curled up inside, asking Balk with a burp.

"Originally, our soldiers surrounded that forest, and Duke Mason could not escape there. But I don't know why a soldier left the team, so I suspect that the soldiers took Duke Mason away." Balk reported to the Duke of Bavaria.

"What? Our own soldiers. This is impossible." The Duke of Bavaria said in disbelief. The tribal concept in this era was very strong, and no one would risk the risk of betraying his own tribe to help an outsider.

"I don't believe it either, but I also found the missing soldier, who had served Lord Eberhard." Balk kicked an empty wine glass beside his kick, and he lowered his head to look at the wine glass rolling on the ground. Then he raised his eyes to look at the Duke.

"Eberhad?" The Duke of Bavaria suddenly stood up. He seemed to have thought of something, but he was not sure.

Outside a dilapidated farmhouse, several Bavarian soldiers in leather armor were looking around with caution, and a group of chickens clamored past the soldiers outside the farmhouse. Their masters had been sent away from here, which was also extremely remote from the castle and town of the Duke of Bavaria.

"Who are you? Why are you brought me here?" Duke Mason Eble sat on a broken chair in the wooden house. At the door, two Bavarian soldiers stared at him without squinting. They did not answer anything when facing Duke Mason's question.

The wooden house in the farmhouse was extremely simple, with a row of wooden sticks inserted into the light-transmitting holes, but Duke Mason Eble couldn't escape from the window, because there was still a Bavarian soldier standing under the window, who kept Eble so closely guarding him.

"Dede." At this moment, the sound of horse hooves came from the country trail. The Bavarian soldiers immediately became alert. They placed their hands on the hilt of their swords at their waists, looking ready for combat.

"It's Lord Eberhard." But a voice came from outside the door, and Duke Mason was very surprised when he heard Eberhard's name.

"Relieve the alert." The Bavarian soldiers let go of their hands holding the hilt of the sword, and some people lowered the crossbow that had been on the string. It can be seen that these soldiers have experienced many battles.

"Crack." Soon the wooden door was opened, and Eberhad, the son of the Duke of Bavaria, strode in. He untied his cloak and handed it to the soldiers beside him. The soldiers took the cloak and left the wooden house. Only Eberhad and Duke Mason were left.

"Knock." Duke Mason stood up, so nervous that he hit the broken chair to the ground, but at this time he didn't care about it.

"Duke Mason, what's wrong with you? You seem to be afraid of me?" Eberhard stood at the door and looked at the nervous Duke Mason. He took off his leather gloves and asked Duke Mason.

"Of course, what are your plans and your father? Why attack me and my entourage? In the name of God, I protest your act of massacring noble entourages like you." Duke Mason Eble said to Eberhad in anger.

"I don't know what my father's plan is? But I must protect you from safety. I swear in my own reputation to protect you." Eberhard assured Duke Mason.

"Ha, your reputation and your father are worthless, how can I trust you?" After seeing the tragic death of his knights and entourages, Duke Mason was extremely angry at the Duke of Bavaria.
Chapter completed!