This is a businessman from Hanruowei, the north, wearing a felt hat that merchants often wore, and a harmless smile on his weathered face. His goods were some strange papers. At first, Zblaze thought that it was a new cloth, but later he found that it was much easier to tear than cloth. He couldn't figure out how anyone would buy this kind of thing, but it was not important. What was important was that what the merchant told him deeply attracted his ears.

"I heard that there is a battle between the Duke of Han Ruowei in the north and the terrifying Ruowei people." The northern merchant said with a proud look. After all, being able to fight the terrifying Ruowei people would definitely be a shocking war, which is definitely different from the private war between noble territories.

"Let's talk, what we know is that Duke Han Ruowei suffered heavy losses, so he drove the Ruowei out of the northern territory." said the other merchants.

"Hehe, all you know is old news. The vassals under Duke Han Ruowei suffered heavy losses, but that was because the Ruowei people colluded with the palace ministers in the duke's palace, and the traps set up inside and outside, and the poor Duke Han Ruowei almost couldn't protect himself." The northern merchant looked at the confused expressions of the others and became even more proud. He twitched his nose and looked around.

"And what, what?" the others asked anxiously.

"Fortunately, Duke Han Ruowei was favored by God. A brave knight under his command led his soldiers to defeat the attack of the Ruowei people, uncovered the hidden traitors, saved the life of Duke Han Ruowei, and set an immortal record."

"Hey, I said you are not a poet in the Yunyou. You are so sarcastic. A knight saved the Duke of Han Ruowei. We don't believe that among the vassals under the Duke, how many knights were defeated by the Ruovets. How could a knight defeat the Ruovets? There is no common sense at all. Maybe you have never defeated Ruovets, hahaha." The merchants laughed, and they didn't believe in any legend of a knight saving the kingdom.

"This is true. I swear by my name, no, my ancestors' names, it's all true." The northern merchant cursed excitedly, and this question made him unbearable.

"Please continue to talk about how that knight saved the Duke?" Zblaze stopped the merchants from laughing and asked.

"It's still this gentleman who is kind, not like you." The northern merchant took off his hat, took it in his hand and patted it, and then said. "That knight is the lord of the territory of Mark. He has been named Earl of Stettin for his contribution to rescue the Duke. This is not fake. Moreover, it is said that this count has a weapon that can emit lightning. He used this terrible weapon to wipe out the Ruvet people. Therefore, now the Ruvet people will tremble whenever they hear his name."

"No, I don't believe it." The merchants shook their heads at this story of almost strange power and chaos. Lightning is a weapon in God's hands, so how could it fall into the hands of mortals?

"Weapons that will send lightning." Zblaze's heart moved after hearing this. He thought that if his tribe had such a weapon, he would not have to worry about the damn Duke of Bergend. He immediately decided not to go to the Kingdom of Bru and set out to the northern territory, where he wanted to get this weapon that could send lightning and bring it smoothly back to his compatriots.

When the morning sun shone through the thick fog again after this night, Zblaze immediately bid farewell to the caravans and set out towards the northern territory. The magical weapon was deeply summoning him, but Zblaze was a little uneasy. What if this news was fake and nothing happened? But Zblaze immediately comforted himself, because he was traveling aimlessly on the mainland, so it would be better to try his luck in the northern territory.

Schwab didn't know that a man with the great cause of reviving the nation was coming to him. In addition to practicing the Mark Legion during this period, he was just cooking his own brandy. Although this wine was a bit extravagant and wasteful for bald Otto and Coro, they could never forget the sweet taste after they tasted the first sip. They waited outside the cellar door every day, preparing to make some brandy drinks.

"Okay, don't stay here anymore. This kind of good wine is sold to the nobles. If you want to drink this good wine, train your soldiers, and the outstanding ones will receive the reward of brandy." Schwab was really entangled by these drunkards and announced such a method of encouragement. Unexpectedly, the bald Otto and Coro tried hard to train the soldiers in order to get brandy, and actually completed the training outline written by Schwab in advance.

"Sir Earl, you must fulfill your promise." Koro grabbed a corner of Schwab's shirt and said, pestering him.

"Hey, I really admire you, but seeing that you like this wine so much, it seems that our sales will be very good in the future." Schwab rewarded Koro and Bald Otto each with a glass of brandy, and then considered whether he should plant some vineyards in the territory in the future and make his own brandy. Because of the technology of making high-end wines in this era, it was strictly kept by the monks in the monastery. For them, the red wine symbolizes the blood of the Son, not to mention that the sale of these wines can also bring rich profits to the monastery. However, for Schwab, the production of these wines is really not a secret, it is just to preserve the grapes after fermentation, and the brandy made by Schwab is more high-end.

"Sir Schwab, you want me to copy what I copied." There was a limping document next to Schwab, because the original writer was transferred into the warehouse, Schwab was missing a person who could record, and Dick's arrival solved Schwab's problem.

"Sir, do you really want to keep that boy?" At night, Srick appeared mysteriously at Schwab's bedside and said to Schwab.

"Hey, I said Srick, can you knock on the door before entering the door?" Schwab said dissatisfied. This Srick didn't know what to do all day long, but he liked to appear at Schwab's bedside in the middle of the night, which became one of Srick's symbols. Schwab had decided to remake a copper lock.

"Sorry, sir, I'm used to it." Srick said a little embarrassedly, but his face was still cold and there was no expression.

"Hey, isn't it just a Baron Russell's child? So what can I do? Can't I deal with a lame child?" Schwab understood his identity the day after Dick arrived. Although he had the idea of ​​driving him away, how could Schwab do that when he looked at the man who loved Mark wholeheartedly.

"Aren't you afraid that he is a spy?" Srick leaned against the wall and said lazily. Although Srick looked flawless, anyone who despises him would be defeated by the ruthless reality.

"How can a spy do? Will it attack me? Or will it detect our movements? But it's not that I'm too confident. Even if Dick tells everything here, I still have a way to defeat them." Schwab said confidently. Schwab's training outline and combat policy are not things of this era, and even if others take it away, they cannot get the essence. "By the way, what news has happened to His Royal Highness Srick recently?"

"I heard that the eldest son of the Duke is coming back. I believe His Highness must be helping the Duke to welcome his brother." Srick said lightly, as if this was an insignificant thing, but Schwab, who had been living in this era for a long time, immediately keenly captured the information. The eldest son of Duke Han Ruowei, who had served in the royal family, returned to his father's territory in shame. This is enough to prove that the weakness of Duke Han Ruowei has made the royal family noticed, and the cold reception of the king also means the decline of the Duke Han Ruowei family. The only trump card in the hands of the Duke family, who urgently need to seek powerful strength, is the wedding of the princesses.

"It seems that the Duke Han Ruowei family is about to hold a wedding." Schwab unconsciously remembered the erotic situation with Princess Mary in the courtyard of Han Ruowei Castle, and he seemed to feel the warm body.

"What are you thinking? As a single noble, aren't you qualified to propose?" Srick said with a slightly raised mouth as if seeing through Schwab's thoughts.

"Do you think anyone will pay attention to an earl who has not even recovered his territory?" Schwab sighed, as if he had looked much older recently because he sighed too much.

"But you saved the life of Duke Han Ruowei. With this, you have a considerable weight in the Duke's heart." Srick said.

"You are wrong. As a ruler, Duke Hanruowei will not use this chip to exchange for favors." Schwab also understood that if he could marry Princess Mary, he would have been working hard for many years. But would those proud nobles let go of the princess themselves? Schwab had no foundation in his heart. Why are solid castles in this era covered with solid castles? Doesn't it mean that the danger of the times? What's worse is that you don't know where the enemy will attack yourself. From outside the castle walls or in the shadows of the castle, Schwab has dreamed more than once that a sharp dagger passed through his throat. Schwab, who woke up in a nightmare, always stood silently by the window, looking at the bright moon from afar.
Chapter completed!