Aruod held his wife in his arms, and the two hugged each other tightly, with the crisp chirping of the canary in their ears. They enjoyed the quiet and peaceful time at this time. Until their stomachs started to growl, they realized that it was time to have a meal, so Princess Qiaoxi helped Aruod put on her clothes.

Considering that Princess Josie had just lost her brother, Arod did not hold a large banquet, but only brought her close relatives and family members to hold a small family dinner in the conference hall. Of course, the courtier who could receive the invitation must be the core of the Mecklenburg regime, so everyone looked at the courtiers who entered the conference hall with breath.

"Look at it, Lord Dylan Matt, the limelight is very strong recently!" The attendants holding the plate whispered to each other, and they saw Dylan Matt walking in with the help of his servant.

"That's Monk Elvit, I heard that his relationship with the Duke is not as close as before."

"That's right, Monk Elvit never eats with Lord Dylan Matt. It's indeed a competitor!" No matter which court, there will be such whispers, but when a woman with red hair comes, everyone stops.

"Hey, why don't you talk about me? Do you look down on me?" The woman who walked over was the spy leader of the Mecklenburg palace and Aruod's secret lover Harvey. She smiled at the servants and said jokingly.

"Ahem." The servants quickly straightened their backs and looked at the corner of the wall in front of them without looking sideways. No one dared to talk to each other. Everyone knew the secret dungeon of the Blood Drip Brothers, but many gossipers were imprisoned.

"Tsk." Harvey reached out and closed his red hair, and strode into the conference hall with disdain. Everyone was relieved to watch her walk into the conference hall.

"I'm scared to death." The timid servant said with lingering fear.

"Look, it's the beautiful and gentle Miss Shirley, and she was also invited?" At this time, Shirley, wearing a white long dress, walked over and nodded to the servants with a smile.

"Hello Miss Shirley." The servant who thought he was greeting him responded red-facedly, but was pushed behind by others.

"Miss Shirley. Is that kind of licorice still there? Recently, my throat has been a bit painful."

"Oh, my ankle is injured."

"Cough." When the scene was a little confused, the burly man walked out of the conference hall. He saw his face revealing through the crack of the door and coughing loudly. The servants immediately restored order, because they recognized that this was the Duke's brother, the brave and fearless Earl Ifu.

In the conference hall, Arod sat in the lord's seat at one end of the long wooden table that usually holds meetings. On his left was his cradle bed, lying inside, his son William, and on his right was his wife, Princess Josie. Following both sides of the long table were Ev, Dylan Matt, Harvey, Monk Elvitt, Shirley and others.

"Bang." The fishing servants placed the food on the wooden plate in front of everyone, and placed the empty cup on them. Another servant holding a wine pot poured the bright red wine into the wine glass.

"Everyone, the first glass of wine. Please let us respectfully respected Duke Mason, may his soul be favored by the Lord and enjoy eternal happiness in heaven!" Arod stood up and raised his glass to say to someone, and others stood up one after another to toast the misfortune of Duke Mason.

"Ah~." Monk Elvit smashed his mouth. This mellow wine was the best gift God gave to mankind. However, his eyes swept to Dylan Matt, his deformed hunchback, and his heart was as disgusting as if he had eaten a fly. He couldn't help feeling very bad.

"Um." Harvey swept the corners of his eyes and put everything in his eyes, with a smile on his lips.

But Yifu's eyes fell beside Arod, and the laughter of little William in the cradle evoked his thoughts, and he couldn't help but snatch the wine pot from the servant's hand in distractedness, pouring wine and drinking it on his own.

"Earl Yifu, drinking like this can easily damage your body." Miss Shirley, who was sitting opposite Earl Yifu, advised worriedly.

"This little wine is nothing." Yifu said with a laugh, but looking at the red wine glass, he seemed to see his wife's blood, and then thought of another thing. He really didn't know whether his son still lived in this world.

To the south of Mecklenburg, on the trail within the Duchy of Swabian, a team of nobles riding horses passed by arrogantly, and the dust raised up pounced on the passers-by, but no one dared to complain to these nobles.

"Damn it, don't you know how to look next to you?" But there were three particularly strange people among the passers-by. They were dressed very well. The heralds on their bodies symbolized the identity of a noble, but they walked on the road, as if they were devastated nobles.

"Brother, stop complaining, please stop crying, I'm so annoyed." The tall and thin man covered his ears and shouted with a sharp voice.

"Wow, wow." From the arms of the burly and majestic man, the baby's desperate cry came, and the loud voices spread throughout the road.

"Forget it, let me pick out his eyes with my own hands. Hehe, I've long wanted to get those crystal clear eyes." The tall and thin man walked over with a grin and touched the dagger at his waist.

"Zipa!" Suddenly, the burly man shouted loudly, his roaring sounded like an angry bear.

"Why, do you still want to go against me?" The tall and thin man was furious. He jumped keenly and held the dagger in his hand.

"Enough, Ogden stopped. The little bastard must be hungry. Go to a farmer to feed some milk." It turned out that the people in this rank were the three wild boar brothers who were running away, and they were carrying Yifu's son.

"I won't go. Don't you realize that our recent unlucky things are all related to this little bastard?" Ogden said, waving his fists angrily.

"Because of this, we should take him with us. If we are desperate, we can still sell him for a good price. There are many enemies of the Wendel family, not to mention that Zipa likes him very much." Grover sighed. He sat on the stone beside the road. The damn mercenaries not only stole all the horses one night, but also took away their savings, making Grover, who was originally devoted to developing a great cause, become a pauper with nothing.

"Woo." At this moment, a female goat jumped out of the bushes beside the road. It seemed that the farmhouse was missing there. The three wild boar brothers stared at the goat, looking at its gurgling milk.

"Catch it." Grover shouted, his body jumped up and rushed towards the goat as if on the battlefield, and his younger brothers followed him.

"Guji, Guji." The baby lay down under the goat's belly with satisfaction, smashing the goat's milk hard. The poor goat was pressed against the back by Zipa and could not move at all. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!