Sir Will's army was not all stationed together at this time. He wanted to support an army of thousands of people, and consumed a lot of food and grass every day. So Sir Will had to send a grain concession team to collect food everywhere in the countryside. In fact, it was to rob farmhouses or weak noble manors.

The nobles had to leave their manors and take their wives to the solid castle. Therefore, almost the real estate outside the castle was confiscated by the rebels. However, although Sir Will was good at inciting, he did not know how to use the resources he had. He did not put forward slogans such as equalization of fields, which made the nobles hated him, and the lower classes just watched.

"Damn dog bastards, they burned the nobles' real estate, like a group of disgusting bugs rage everywhere." In the mayor's house in the town, Baron Ferred's father-in-law was holding the ham in his hand, and he bit the ham hard as if he was eating Sir Will's meat.

"How many people do they have in total?" Arod ignored the mayor's complaint. As long as these nobles have any interests damaged, they will be nagging like a resentful woman.

"Only God knows that at least half of the serfs have risen to rebel, but no one has come to stop them. Hum, at first Masonberg wanted us to believe that everything was under their control." The mayor mocked.

"It's the result?" Earl Ron asked curiously.

"The result? The sheriff sent an army of 300 people. Just when he saw the other party's flag, he was so scared that he ran back to the castle, like a group of rabbits." The mayor said angrily.

"This cannot be blamed on the sheriff. Sir Will has at least two or three thousand people on his hands. I have seen it and will never forget how they captured my castle." Baron Ferred was already drunk and said to his father-in-law with a burp.

"So many people follow them?" Arod did not expect that the situation in the Principality of Mason was so serious that the Mecklenburg Legion could fight. He could not lose it so easily. This was his accumulated possessions bit by bit.

"Yes, the harvest has not been good in recent years. The Lords have squeezed the mud legs a bit too hard." The mayor said bluntly.

"I understand." Arod understood that this was all the nobles who committed suicide by themselves. In the past, Duke Mason's army and reputation were suppressed. Now Duke Mason's life and death are uncertain, and all the elite troops are dead in Bavaria. Once the suppression power is gone, the uprising is incited by ambitious people like Sir Will.

"Duke of Mecklenburg, you will help us eliminate these thugs, they are enemies of all nobles." Baron Ferred's father-in-law came forward, and he said with a hopeful voice.

"But I don't have many troops! What's more, as the duke of another principality, I don't want to interfere in the affairs of the Principality of Mason." Aruod said slowly. He would not consume his army like a fool.

"No, we've decided." Baron Ferred looked at his father-in-law, as if he had made up his mind, and then he said to Arod together.

"Please raise Princess Josie's flag and restore order to the Principality of Mason." Baron Ferred said to Arod.

"Yes, I believe that Mason's nobles gathered again under the Hermann family flag." The mayor agreed.

"Oh, do you want me to summon the nobles in the name of my wife? But will the vassals of the Principal of Mason agree?" Arod was still a little hesitant. No great vassals like Thuringian, Plauen and Count Weimar did not intervene. Is it inappropriate to do so?

"Without the Duke's mobilization, the vassals will not actively interfere in the affairs of the Duke's direct territory. This is not legal, but you are different from the Duke's Duke of Mecklenburg," explained Baron Ferred.

"We are just passing by here, and we are going to the Principality of Bavaria. Arod should let the legion rest and leave." Ifu said impatiently. He looked down on these nobles who had no place to fight. But he kept encouraging others to fight.

"You are the sister-in-law of Duke Mason. In a sense, your child has the right to inherit this territory, so you cannot stand by and watch!" Baron Ferred's father-in-law said impatiently. He was too anxious to reply to order. The town was driven by merchants and handicraft guilds. If the rebels could not suppress it quickly, the town would decline and directly affect the mayor's money bag.

"Uh~." Baron Fered looked at his father-in-law in shock. It was so sensitive to propose the right of inheritance at this time.

"Oh." Arod remembered his eldest son, William was the nephew of Duke Mason. If there was anything wrong with Duke Mason, William would be the only direct heir left by the Hermann family.

Just before Arod and others discussed the inheritance in front of the candlelight, Duke Mason was fleeing from one hiding place after another. Balk, the death knight sent by the Duke of Bavaria, was attacking everywhere like a hunting dog. Eberhad's people were almost hiding the territory of the Duke of Bavaria, including barns of farmhouses, abandoned churches, warehouses of wealthy merchants and dark jungles.

"It's not possible to continue like this. Lord Barke's pursuit is getting more and more urgent." The soldier who protected Duke Mason said exhausted. He said this not only because of continuous labor for escape, but because Duke Mason, who had never suffered such pain, was becoming weaker and weaker, and he could not escape with a patient.

"We are about to arrive at the monastery, Lord Duke, get up." Eberhad's soldiers set up Duke Mason and walked towards a trail, where there is a monastery surrounded by a jungle.

"Ping Ping Ping Ping Ping~." The soldiers walked to the gate of the monastery, with a low stone wall and a thick small wooden door. It was obvious that the monks here were indifferent to the world.

"Who is it?" There is a sliding door in the middle of the small wooden door. When the sliding door is opened, a wrinkled face appears.

"Monster, please open the door. We are Lord Eberhad's people."

"Master Eberhad?" Hearing that the soldiers had heard the name of Master Eberhad, the monk quickly opened the wooden door and the group hurried into this simple monastery.

"Pa." After Duke Mason and others entered, the old monk wearing a gray monk's robe and a hoodie poked his head out and looked, then closed the wooden door tightly with a snap.

"Please ask us to prepare a room to let this noble man rest in it." The soldier of Eberhad said to the monk leading the way forward, holding the Duke Mason with his head hanging down.

"Oh?" The monk looked at the young man who kept coming to an end. He could see that this was a pampered young nobleman, but he didn't know why he ended up in such a situation. However, the monk nodded in a kind attitude and led them to a stone house. (To be continued...)
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