The Duke of Milan is more of a military bunker than a house. Compared to other Italian nobles who like comfort and luxury, the Duke of Milan is simply an alternative. In his house, he can hear the sound of weapons colliding all day long. The fighting spirits of fighting in Florence and Venetians looked like rude barbarians, and was a little better than the Germans in the north.

"With your fist, don't you know how to fight without a sword?" The Duke of Milan was wearing a pitch-black leather armor. The Duke's love for armor made Milan's armor smiths very famous. The leather armor they made was not only of high quality, but also durable.

The Duke's house courtyard had no flowers or alien grass. The fighting field was surrounded by wooden fences, with swords and halberds piled up in the corners. Two fully armed soldiers fought each other with wooden shields and swords. There was muddy soil under their feet. It seemed that a few rains had fallen a few days ago, so they were even more muddy.

"Sir, are there anyone outside who wants to see you?" At this time, a servant with silver hair and beard came over and respectfully reported to the Duke who was gnawing apples and watching the fight with relish.

"Who?" the Duke stopped chewing in wonder. He didn't remember that he was going to meet the guests today.

"Is it a beggar in rags?" The old servant thought about it carefully. The other person's clothes were simply a beggar, but he had a temperament that should not be underestimated. If he was a young servant, he would definitely drive away without hesitation, but the old servant was different.

"Beggar, I don't have many coppers to pass here." The duke sneered and threw away the remaining apple core. After being repeatedly bullied by Frederick, he finally understood one truth, that is, the importance of force, so in order to stop being bullied, he maintained a relatively large army in Milan, but the high military expenditure forced him to borrow money from usurists in Florence and Venice. Apart from the title of a duke and an army, he was basically a pauper.

"He gave me this and said it was your creditor." The old servant hesitated for a moment, but still walked to the duke, spread his palm, and it turned out that it looked very inferior. The pattern on the front of the silver coin was blurred.

"What is this? I have too many creditors, but I have not used such a bad thing to blackmail." The Duke of Milan took the inferior silver coins indignantly. His brown eyes were full of disdain and contempt, but when he looked through the palm of his hand, his face gradually became solemn.

Anthony stood under the stone steps. Although the Duke of Milan's house was like a bunker, the door was like all the Italian noble houses. Roman stone pillars were arranged on both sides, and large trees were trimmed into conical shapes planted along the stone path in front of the door. There were also stone sculptures and semi-portraits of ancient Roman times. Of course, this stone statue was not originally here, but the Duke snatched it from another place and placed it in front of his home.

"Will the Duke come?" Those who followed Anthony were worried. They looked at the guard guards wearing high-top bridge-style helmets, shiny leather armor, and holding long halberds, looking at them vigilantly.

"Don't worry, he will come." Anthony glanced at the oak door above the steps. He seemed very sure that when the Duke saw the silver coin, he would definitely come to find him.

"Scandang." Just as several people were panic, the door was suddenly opened. The iron ring held by the angel carved on the door hit hard and made a loud sound. The Duke of Milan stood at the gate, his eyes widened and glared at Anthony.

In the castle in Schwarzshire, Rudolph watched Jenny sitting next to the wooden table and writing on parchment paper with a quill dipped in ink. After Jenny's skillful calculations, the various expenses in the palace saved a lot, which made Rudolph relieved. The heavy burden of property put him under pressure.

"Jenny remember to spend some money to me, and this money should not be included in the account book." Rudolph said to Jenny.

"It's the Regent." Jenny quickly agreed. She was not sure what Rudolph wanted to do for this money, but as Rudolph's maid, she had to obey Rudolph's orders unconditionally.

In the castle workshop, Fein squatted beside the fire and narrowed his eyes, watching the changing color of the flames. As a skilled blacksmith, he knew very well that the flames were beating in the pull of the bellows.

"Fenn." Rudolph walked into the workshop, and he shouted to Fenn, who was squatting beside the fire in a leather apron.

"Regent?" Fein stood up, tears flowing from the corners of his eyes, which was a long time to observe the fire.

"Fen handed over the work to your men. I have a very important task to find you." Rudolph ordered Feen.

Fein looked at a wooden sculpture in front of him. The wood sculpture was a statue of the Virgin Mary, which was very rough. However, it can be roughly seen that the Virgin Mary was slightly tilted with her head with a headscarf, her hands folded, and her eyes lowered seemed to deeply pity the world.

"What do you think?" Rudolph hugged his arms. They were originally used to store money in the castle. The few pliers in the corner seemed to tell the richness of the past, but now, except for the few bags of coins and property Rudolph brought back from Lorraine, the huge money cellar was basically empty.

"A very ordinary statue." Fein stepped forward and looked at it carefully. He thought Rudolph was looking for him to appreciate the statue.

"Yes, but there is something to be placed in the statue. I think no one can do it except you, but you must swear to keep this whole thing secret for life." Rudolph smiled, and he said to Fein to the side and pick up a sharp axe hanging on the wall.

"Regent, what do you mean?" Fein looked at Rudolph who picked up the axe and panicked. Moreover, Rudolph's words were really incredible, but what Rudolph did next alarmed Fein.

"I said, let you put something in this statue." Rudolf raised the sharp axe in his hand, pointed it at the Virgin statue and slashed it. This action made Fein sit on the ground in a frightened manner.

The wooden statue of the Virgin Mary was struck by a sharp axe, making a crisp sound, and the sound broke from the middle and was seen as the statue of the Virgin Mary fell to the ground.

"Regent, what do you want to do?" Fein looked at Rudolph with a blank look. He was completely frightened by Rudolph's actions. What's more, in this era, it's unimaginable to do something like axe-slashing the Virgin. If the church knew about it, he might be arrested for judgment.

"I need a miracle, and you, Fein, is the craftsman who created miracles." Rudolph lowered his axe and said calmly.

"miracle?"

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