Because of a possible treasure, Monk Bart saved his life in Dean Robert's hands, but then he was closely monitored. Monk Robert burned the prayer room, and the deaths of the two senior monks were drowned in the flames. When Dean Robert thought he was doing something without anyone noticing, one person saw everything in his eyes, and his heart struggled hard in loyalty and justice.

Just as Mrs. Eva was captured by Dean Robert, the Wendell family's team was heading towards the way home. They were carrying baggage carriages filled with trophy and advanced in the muddy trail. At this time, the two brothers of the Wendell family began to show their reputation in the war with the Duke of Saxony. The territory they passed by was warmly invited by the local lords, which made the Wendell family's return journey very slowly, but at the same time it was very pleasant.

"The two-rider knights wield their swords to fight and charge among the enemies. Wherever they go, the enemy crawled on the ground like cut wheat~~~." A bard played his seven-string harp and sang the story of the Wendell brothers. Of course, the content of the story was either exaggerated or absurd, but it didn't matter. In this era of entertainment poverty, this is what people want to hear.

"To our heroes." At this time, the fat lord wearing a wool cloak stood up from the upper seat of the wooden table. He raised his glass and said loudly, so people raised their glasses and shouted loudly.

"Thank you for your diligent invitation." Baron Wendell led his sons and raised his wine glasses in the seat to pay tribute to the enthusiastic people.

"Ding ding dong~~~." In the right corner of the lord's hall, the country musicians holding hand drums, flutes, and harp began to beat and play the instruments in their hands. People's drunken nonsense, and the flirting sounds between men and maids were intertwined in the hall.

"Wang~~Woo." Several dogs were drilling in and out of the wooden table, looking for bones that fell on the ground, and fought from time to time for competition, and the people at the banquet laughed.

"Baron Wendell, as far as I know, your sons are not engaged." The hospitality fat jazz Lord Evan said loudly to Baron Wendell's ear, he had to do so, otherwise Baron Wendell would not be able to hear him clearly.

"Yes, Lord Avan." Baron Wendell nodded. This is something everyone knows and there is nothing to hide.

"Great, I have a daughter who has just held a coming-of-age ceremony. I think she can be a happy couple with your eldest son Sir If. What do you think?" Sir Avan immediately laughed and tried hard to move his fat body to Baron Wendell. His heavy body made the wooden chair under his butt creak.

"I will ask Iff what he meant." Baron Wendell looked at Aifan's chubby face, and his expectant look seemed to be looking forward to his marriage with the Wendell family, which made him realize that after the war with the Duke of Saxony, the status of his family had risen.

"Don't do this, my dear friend, you are the parent of the family. Do you have no right to decide a marriage?" Sir Avan looked at Baron Wendell anxiously and said to him.

"Ifu, Lord Ifan, Ifu hopes that you can accept his daughter. What is your opinion?" Although Baron Wendell is a family parent and has the right to decide the marriage of a family member, Ifu is his eldest son and a noble with a title and his own land. In fact, he can walk in society as a noble with an independent personality, so Baron Wendell needs to seek his opinion.

"No." Yifu looked at Fat Jazz Avan and frowned. He shook his head and refused rudely.

"I am the lord of Suva's land. I have three barrels of olive oil, six pots of wine, a windmill mill and thirty strong male servants. If you promise my daughter's marriage, I will give you these as dowry." Sir Aif's fist, his face turned red. He reported the wealth he had in a series, hoping to win back Ifu's will and make him change his mind.

"No." Yifu still shook his head and stubbornly refused Sir Afan's engagement. He didn't want to face a fat bride.

"This, this is so regretful." Hearing Ifu's decisive answer, Sir Aifan sat down on the chair with a dejected look. Seeing his dejected look, Baron Wendell was a little disgusted. After all, he was still eating and drinking under the roof, and it was too disrespectful to refuse directly.

"Actually, my second son Arod is also very good. He has now won the title of Earl of Mecklenburg, maybe you can consider him."

"Well." Aruod also frowned when he heard Baron Wendell's words. He didn't want to be someone else's spare tire. Why did Ifu look down on him and want to give him something to him? But before he could refuse, Sir Afan had already shook his head.

"Oh, no, thank you Baron Wendell."

"What?" Baron Wendell was curious. Sir Avan, who was eager to marry his daughter to his son, just now refused his proposal.

"Although Lord Arod has the title of Earl, people have spread the word. Earl Wudi is now his nickname. Please forgive me for being straightforward. I have no intention of offending. However, as a father, I must make plans for my lovely daughter. An earl without land cannot bring happiness to my lovely daughter." Sir Aifan was crying, and he wiped the corners of his eyes with his fingers as thick as a sausage, and twitched his nose.

"Damn." After hearing Sir Afan's words, Aruod almost blew out blood. This is really sad. It's so sad that I won't fall in love with your fat girl, let alone I have no ground and I have nothing to do with you. Aruod was whispering in his heart.

In fact, Sir Avan, a chubby nobleman, is not stupid at all. He has figured it out in his mind that if his daughter marrys Baron Wendell's eldest son Ifu, although he would accompany him to him for a large dowry, as Baron Wendell's first heir and Ifu, who has his own land, when Baron Wendell's death, the property and land under the baron's name will be included in the hands of Ifu, and wouldn't it be like if he is included in the hands of his daughter? But if he marrys Arod, the second son, there is no need to say that the inheritance rights are behind Ifu. Arod himself has no land. Do you want his daughter to follow Arod and become the wife of the Landless Earl who is teased before the various palaces? Thinking about that scene makes Sir Avan shudder.

"Arod, your bow and arrow are very good now." Early the next morning, Arod and Ifu stood on the open space of Sir Afan's house. They both held two 2-meter bows and arrows, and then shot arrows. There was a row of arrow targets made of wheat straw at fifty meters, with several arrows inserted on the edge of them.

"I thought there was only a short bow, but I didn't expect there would be such a long bow." Aruod took a deep breath as Ifu taught, then pulled the bowstring and completed the movement in one go, but his accuracy was still a bit bad.

"Of course the short bow does not have the range and power of the longbow." Iv pulled the bow and shot an arrow. Although it was closer to the bull's eye than Arod's shot, it did not hit the bull's eye.

In fact, the famous English longbow in later generations was indeed derived from the longbow used by the Germans. The Germans had used longbows for hunting and fighting very early, but those who used such longbows must be trained and have strong arms. Therefore, in the later stage, more and more people use short bows.

"Swoosh~~~." Suddenly, an arrow flew over between Aruod and Ifu, hitting the target's bull's eye. The two turned their heads curiously and saw a girl standing behind them.

The girl had a red hair tied into a ponytail and was wearing a delicate close-fitting leather armor. Unlike the leather worn by ordinary soldiers, she was sewn with calf's leather, which was both beautiful and clean. She was tight leather trousers on her lower body, a pair of long boots on her feet, and a same long bow in her hand. Her body was straight and full of youthful vitality.

"It's good to shoot." Aruod looked at the girl, then looked at the arrow that hit the bull's eye, and couldn't help but applaud.

"Thank you, sir, but you shot so badly." The girl had green eyes, a high nose, a small nose, a slightly thin lips but very rosy, a narrow face, and a pointed chin. Looking at the loose arrow shot by Aruod, she curled her lips disdainfully.

"Haha." Aruod was a little embarrassed. After all, it was a very ugly thing to be said by a girl that his archery skills were poor. He had to hide it with laughter. Yifu stood there with his eyes staring and said nothing.

"What, has you hurt your face?" The girl walked to Arude's face and tiptoed, gestured to Arude's height, frowned, and seemed to be a little dissatisfied with Arude's tall figure being taller than him. After all, they looked similar in age.

"That's not. After all, am I just starting to learn?" Aruod shrugged, turned around and pulled the bow and shot again, but unfortunately he missed it.

"I, I'll leave first." Yifu's expression was a little strange. He lowered his head and held the longbow and left the archery field with big strodes. Aruod thought he left because he couldn't bear it, so he didn't care.

"A man's excuse." The girl held the bow and arrow, sat on the wooden railing under the eaves of the house, holding the railing with both hands, her feet echoing in the air, and pouting her mouth to watch Aruod practice archery.
Chapter completed!