Under the night, the bonfire outside the house was like stars holding the moon, and the drunkards were noisy. Their weapons were leaning against each other and piled up next to the bonfire. Drunk people fell to the ground in a row.

"Don't they know how to do anything other than drinking?" Anthony stood at the window. The lord's bedroom was always on a higher place, but the original owner of the bedroom had jumped down from the window, and the body was hung on a big tree outside the manor.

"I heard that the nobles are going crazy." A voice came from behind Anthony. Anthony did not look back because it was the voice of his assistant, Benson, the one-eyed wolf.

"This is far from what the nobles have done to us." Anthony touched the ring on his hand, his eyes full of anger, and the anger seemed to burn the whole world.

"Of course, but what are you going to do? They have fully armed swordsmen, not to mention cavalry, and knights." Benson understood Anthony's anger, but now anger is not a way to deal with the nobles.

"What's your idea?" Anthony turned his head and asked Benson.

"Give up the estate and retreat to a dense forest." Benson suggested to Anthony.

"Give up, no, I will not give in to the nobles again." Anthony said viciously. Every night he needed to drink a lot of alcohol to fall asleep, and the nightmare after falling asleep was even more painful. Every night, every night to him is no less than in hell.

"Okay, then we have to plan carefully and thoroughly." Benson looked at the firm Anthony, and he had no choice but to give in. In fact, he knew that the Flagless Brotherhood was not enough to fight against Count Schwartz's army. It might be fine for small fuss, but once all the nobles annoyed, they would not have a place to stand.

This night was destined to be sleepless. Mrs. Agnes sat in the bedroom, leaning her legs up against the chair and falling into deep thought. On the bed was the unconscious Earl Schwartz.

"Madam." At this time, a servant pushed them away, bowed to Mrs. Agnes and said.

"Where is Katrisi?" Mrs. Agnes put down her legs, and she looked behind the servant in surprise. She clearly asked the servant to call her son Katrisi, but she disappeared.

"Uh, madam, Mr. Katrisi is not feeling well." The servant stammered and said to Mrs. Agnes.

"This stupid guy." But Mrs. Agnes only judged what her son was doing from the face of the young servant and from the stuttering words. She hurriedly stood up from the seat and rushed out of the bedroom.

Mrs. Agnes walked along the narrow tower aisle toward the door of her son Katrisey, but before she could get close to the door, she heard the gasps and moans of men and women through the gaps. The shameful voice made the maids passing through the aisle couldn't help laughing, while the male servants eavesdropped with relish.

"Ahem." Mrs. Agnes felt extremely embarrassed. She showed a stern look and coughed softly. She saw Mrs. Agnes' servants leave quickly in a hurry.

Agnes turned around and looked at the door of Katrisy. The sound inside became louder and louder. She finally pushed open the door unbearably. With a ping-eye door, the door opened, and a woman's scream came from inside.

Katrisey quickly picked up a blanket and wrapped it around him. He was naked. A plump prostitute looked at Mrs. Agnes in horror, and she shrank her body into a ball and hid on Katrisey's bed.

"Get out." Seeing the mess inside the house, Mrs. Agnes was so angry that she was so angry that if the vassals knew that Katrisy was like this, she would probably support her orthodox heir Rudolph more!

The prostitute on Katrisi's bed hurriedly picked up his clothes amid Mrs. Agnes's roar and rushed out of the room. Katrisi looked at the escaped prostitute and was very angry. He had spent three silver coins.

"Mother, you can't just break in." Ketrisy draped the blanket on her body, and at this time he was like an ancient Greek.

"Look at you, you are like a drunkard. Don't you know that you should go to your father now to take care of the count on your bed instead of your brother Rudolph, so that the vassals can understand your noble character." Mrs. Agnes said in disgust.

"I don't want to please those country bumpkins." Katrisy curled his lips, and he picked up the wine glass on the table and said to Mrs. Agnes.

"Silly, these vassals, but your supporters of the throne of the Earl. Are you going to push them to Rudolph?" Mrs. Agnes said to Ketrisy angrily.

"Isn't my cousin still there? Their support is much better than these country bumpkins. Besides, that coward doesn't know where it is?" Katrisy shrugged and said to Mrs. Agnes indifferently.

"What you need is the support of the local nobles in Schwartz County." Mrs. Agnes shook her head, without any help to the dandy son.

"As for orders, mother." Katrisy said to his mother staggeringly.

Although Ketrisy finally appeared in the Earl's bedroom in a state of alcohol, Mrs. Agnes still invited the vassals who came to visit one by one. Looking at the weak Count, the vassals looked at each other, and the atmosphere in the bedroom was particularly strange.

"Sir, we will pray for your health day and night." Baron Hedwig lowered his head, and he held the small silver cross on his neck and said to Earl Schwartz on his sickbed.

"Thank you all for your kindness, I believe God will hear your prayers, but the vassals gathered here, isn't it to fight against the rebels?" Mrs. Agnes glanced at the nobles, and she stood at the head of the bed, like the spokesperson of Count Schwartz in a coma, and said to the nobles.

"Of course, we don't have a leader." Hedwig frowned. He wanted to speak but stopped, but finally said.

"That's right, that's right." The nobles said one after another. The reason why the nobles were afraid of not having a leader was because after each war was victorious, the leaders needed to reward each noble according to the level of efforts of each noble. Otherwise, they would not have fought for nothing.

"Of course there is a leader, my son Ketrisy, also the son of Lord Earl, who is enough to serve this important task." Mrs. Agnes smiled, and she walked to Ketrisy, held her son's shoulder with both hands and said to the vassals.

"Oh?" The nobles looked at Kaitrisy, the young man didn't seem to be very reliable.

"Of course, Katrisi is just a representative. I invite Bishop Albert as the deputy commander, so that all the adults should have no doubts, right?" Mrs. Agnes continued quickly.

"Ah, that's fine."

"Yes, with the Bishop, this will surely be a blessing victory."

"Yes, yes."
Chapter completed!