Chapter 33 Baron's Son

The change in Mark's territory became a catalyst, and a butterfly effect was produced in the territories around it. Many serfs yearned for Mark's comfortable life and fled to Mark's territory at night, which aroused the dissatisfaction of the nobles. They protested to Schwab, believing that Schwab was luring the ignorant serfs to escape their territory, but Schwab ignored these people. In his letter to these nobles, he said that if a noble noble could not provide the power to protect the serfs and their families, then serfs who are also God's people should have the right to choose a new master. In a word, Schwab rejected the nobles' unreasonable accusations.

"Sir York, you are here." Outside Baron Russell's castle, some nobles rode into the castle on horseback, and behind them were usually followed by a small attendant holding a flag. Outside the Baron's castle, the eldest son of the Baron was wearing luxurious red wool robes, and was modestly receiving the visiting nobles.

"Where is your father?" Sir York was wearing a chain armor top, a long blouse, and a chain armor stockings and riding on the horse in full arms. He asked arrogantly to the Baron's eldest son.

"I'm waiting for you inside, sir." The eldest son of the Baron was a little dissatisfied. Sir York was also a lord who had conflicts with Baron Russell, but there was no eternal enemy in politics. They were currently facing Mark's threat together, so they had to unite, but there were still grudges between the two sides.

"Hmph, what an arrogant guy." Sir York, holding the war horse under his crotch, slowly walked into the castle gate, where Baron Russell was happily talking to several nobles who had arrived early in front of the lord's house.

"Say hello to your wife, Sir York." Baron Russell was very happy to see Sir York coming, and he stepped forward and greeted him actively.

"Well, what did you call us together?" Sir York, under the service of the little servant, made a rustling sound from his armor immediately.

"What else can it be? That damn Mark's lord, he challenged all our nobles, Sir York, what do you think?" Baron Russell squinted his eyes and touched the brown beard under his chin. He was just an ordinary noble dress, probably thinking that he didn't need to be fully armed in his castle.

"That damn wild species, the serfs in my territory are about to run away. Winter is here, but the food on my land has not been harvested yet. My wife has to take out her embroidery and sell it." Sir York cursed. Although the property is only for women to worry about, the reduction in the territory's income has made Sir York unable to make ends meet. If this continues, the ceremony of his son becoming a knight will be ruined.

"I'm really sad for you." Baron Russell said hypocritically.

"Hmph. If your men had not taken away my five oxen this summer, I would not have been so miserable." Sir York was angry when he thought of the baron's despicable behavior. He was not afraid of this cunning fox at all.

"Just, we are not talking about it today." Seeing that Sir York and Baron Russell were about to argue, the nobles next to him quickly persuaded him.

"Yes, sir, we are here today to discuss how to deal with Mark. As for the ox, I will give you back from my property." For the sake of the overall situation, Baron Russell decided to make concessions. Seeing Sir York relieved, Baron Russell quickly brought the nobles into the lord's mansion.

Seeing them walking in, in the corner of the castle, a young man was sitting on the ground with a book and watching. He saw the nobility and shook his head in dissatisfaction.

"Master Dick, what are you doing here?" the little servant in the castle passed by the young man with a bucket of water and asked curiously.

"Reading." The young man stood up from the grass and walked forward a few steps before he could see that one of his legs was naturally disabled, so he limped. The young man had thick black hair, a tall nose, deep and energetic brown eyes, and a tall and strong body. If he were not disabled, he would have been a knight who fascinated the girls.

"Dick, there are many distinguished guests today. Just stay in the room and don't show up in front of people." Seeing Dick limping, the Baron's eldest son rebuked loudly.

"Yes, brother." Dick was not angry. He just lowered his head lightly, and his black curly hair fell on his shoulders. "Brother, who are you visiting today."

"What do you ask this?" The Baron's eldest son looked at his flawed brother in dissatisfaction, but then continued, "Many nobles with prestigious territories will come, so my father asked me to preside over the reception work. Didn't you see that the food in our castle has been moved out in order to receive these adults?"

"Oh, that must be a very grand banquet." Dick said after thinking for a while.

"Of course, I made a big decision to deal with Mark's father." The Baron's eldest son said proudly when he thought that such an important banquet would be hosted by himself.

"Is Mark very strong? Why do you have to gather so many nobles?" Dick asked in confusion.

"I don't know this, but I heard from my father and many adults that the lord of Mark was just named Earl of Stedetine by Duke Han Ruowei, and he made military achievements after fighting with the Ruovedes. Although it was a private battle between the nobles, his father hoped to defeat him in a short time and force him to sign a compensation agreement to avoid being intervened and mediated by the Duke, so he had to gather enough strength."

"Is that so? This Mark's lord seems to be no ordinary noble." Dick said to himself.

"Hey, why do I tell you this? Anyway, war is nothing to do with you. You just need to learn the Latin letters well and send you to the monastery when you get old. Haha, your life is really dull." The Baron's eldest son laughed and mocked his younger brother. This unfortunate brother was born disabled. If it weren't for his mother to keep him, the Baron had already killed the second son who brought shame to his family at a very young age. Fortunately, this was not my eldest son. The Baron often said in front of Dick.

"That's not necessarily, my brother." Looking at the baron's eldest son who proudly walked into the lord's mansion, Dick whispered. Although he was not loved by his father, Dick had his own way of survival. When he was very young, his gentle mother gave him an autobiography of Emperor Yarak when he was very young, telling him that although his body was disabled, he had to make up for his shortcomings with his mind, and he would definitely achieve great achievements like Emperor Yarak, oh, that great and unfortunate mother.

"Master Dick, you don't have to pay attention to your brother's words." The little servant next to him carefully comforted the young master who was very kind to the servants, and was indignant about God's injustice towards him.

"Haha, I'm not angry, but my father is too greedy. He must not be an ordinary person to defeat the Ruvid. I am really worried that his reckless decision will bring disaster to the family." Dick sighed, and earlier he advised his father not to be too harsh on the serfs, but his father, who only knows how to fight, adopted this destructive plunder in order to make up for the losses, causing the serfs to flee from their territory. This time, he extended his greedy hand to an enemy who could not be accused of, but his unpopular young son was ridiculed by the baron without hesitation.

When night fell, a sumptuous dinner was held in the baron's lord's mansion. The servants brought the food in and out. When the door opened, the lively noise and cheerful sounds inside were revealed. However, Dick looked at the lively scene inside and felt that only a group of self-destructive dead souls were going to provoke a lion without any plans or even the inside was divided. Dick smiled coldly. He limped over the small servant, and walked up to the castle wall. Looking at the quiet territory around him, many lands were already covered with weeds because of the desolation, while the nobles still ate and drank without caring.

"Go and prepare a horse, let's go to Mark to see it." Dick turned his head and said to his little servant.

"What? Master, what are you going to do?" The little servant rubbed his hands on the dirty thick linen with his hands. He didn't know what this young master who liked to think quietly was going to do?

"I'm going to see the Mark, who made my proud father uneasy," Dick said suddenly excitedly, because the flush appeared on his excited fair face. This unchanging territory suffocated him. Perhaps there was something new on the other side. Dick felt that he could suddenly understand the ideas of the serfs. They must also feel desperate in this old territory, and Mark became the other side of their hope. There is always such a description in poetry, hoping, "I can no longer stay in this place where I treat me as garbage. I want to wander and take risks like the great knights."

"But, Master, your legs~~." The little servant said carefully.

"So, I'm going to find a horse, take my mother's luggage, go to Mark, and see what's there attracting people." Dick ordered his little servant, and the little servant had to pull out two horses from the stables of the castle according to his master's order, and then put Dick's luggage on it, and Dick rode carefully on one of the horses.

"Who is it, stand." The guards of the castle shouted quickly when they saw two horse-riding men under the closed gate.

"It's me, Dick." Dick raised his head and let the guards holding the torches see their faces clearly.

"Oh, it's the young master, where are you going so late?" the guard asked in confusion.

"Open the door, my father asked me and my servant to send a letter." Dick said calmly.

"Send a message? So late?"
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