It is not necessary to say that Ketrisey's camp is slack, but Anthony and the people of the Unflagship Brotherhood dare not relax day and night. It is precisely because everyone has exerted their strength extraordinaryly when they know the threat of the powerful military power of the nobles and the threat of being captured by the nobles, who will definitely be tortured after being captured by the nobles.

"There are more pointed stakes, and women and children need more rattan weaving nets." Benson, the one-eyed wolf, stood in the open space, full of cut wood and rattan. These unflag brotherhood people may not have the skills and experience of fighting, but doing these miscellaneous work is not a problem for them.

"Hey, hey, hey." The people carrying the wood were busy in the open space like a stream, while the women and children were in the corner, holding tools to sharpen the wood.

"Why are everyone very energetic?" Anthony walked to Benson and looked at the busy scene around him. He couldn't help but smile.

"Don't be too happy too early. These things can't stop Count Schwartz's army." Benson, the one-eyed wolf, rolled his eyes. He reminded Anthony that although he tried his best to help Anthony prepare the trap, he still doubted whether he could block Count Schwartz's army.

"Don't worry, we will definitely win." Anthony was very confident. He had already had a plan in his mind, but he couldn't tell Benson yet.

Almost at the same time, Rudolph was actively preparing for his return to Schwarz County. He first hired dozens of blacksmiths and carpenters from the guild, and then went to the leather maker to prepare five-sided drums.

"Why do you need to make a snack drum?" Tracy, who followed Rudolph, asked curiously.

"These drums were made to keep up with the rhythm in the march." Rudolph found that when his soldiers finally learned to arrange the queues, they would become sparse as soon as they walked. If there was no neat formation on the battlefield, they would easily be dispersed by the enemy. So Rudolph remembered the small drums of the classical and modern privates.

"It's so fun to fight by beating the drum!" Tracy found it very interesting. No one would have thought that violent wars would intersect with music.

"In addition to allowing soldiers to march at the rhythm, music can also soothe the anxiety of soldiers on the battlefield." Rudolph had an idea, that is, a small team had small drummers and fluteers, and the era of barbaric cold weapons would usher in a new combat mode.

"Well." Tracy held her chin with her fingers and fell into deep thought. She could not imagine that there were musicians playing on the battlefield where men roared, but Rudolph gave her the task of helping find musicians who could adapt to the battlefield.

"I think if it was you, it would be possible." Rudolph looked at Tracy seriously. A rosy red appeared on the beautiful face of the daughter of the guild leader. It was obvious that she misunderstood Rudolph's meaning. In fact, in Rudolph's opinion, whether it was Tracy's conversation with an Italian painter in the church or his own painting talent, the businessman's daughter was quite destined to be with the artist.

"If Rudolph, I'm willing to try it." Tracy was a little happy in her heart. She liked the young nobleman in front of her. Although she knew that the two had differences in identity and blood, she was attracted by this nobleman who had extensive knowledge and never looked down on women.

Although the women in the medieval era had not reached the low status as in the middle and late periods, especially the Germans had the tradition of respecting women, the church gradually began to instill in people in the ideological sense that the ancestors of human beings fell because of women, causing human beings to lose the concept of the Garden of Eden. It can be said that the germination of hatred of women had thrived in the Middle Ages.

Of course, Rudolph would not be bewitched by this superstitious thought. He knew that women can often play a key role in emancipating the mind and liberating productivity. If women are completely bound, society will not be able to make progress.

A few days later, Tracy found a person who knew music, but when he saw this person, Rudolph was stunned. Standing in front of Rudolph was a nun who wrapped his head and body. She was over forty years old, with a string of simple cross rosary wrapped in her hands.

"This is the dean of Prilac, the dean of St. Roderick's Abbey." Tracy introduced to Rudolph.

"Prilak Prior?" Rudolf looked at the convent in front of him. This Saint Roderick monastery is located in the jungle of Lorraine. This monastery consists of dozens of nuns. They themselves cultivate the wastelands in the jungle and live a self-sufficient and pious life. Of course, the mother of the Duke of Lorraine occasionally sends people to bring some supplies to the nuns.

"The female dean, very honored." Rudolf pressed his right hand on his chest, stepped forward with his left foot, and his head slightly downward, and immediately performed a noble etiquette to the female dean.

"Hello, Lord Rudolph." The Priligy Principal nodded slightly to Rudolph. It was obvious that the Principal was born a nobleman and behaved quite appropriately.

"Miss Rudolph, Sister Prillak is very proficient in music. She also trained the nuns to set up a choir, so I think maybe I can ask the nuns to train the little drummer for you." Tracy slowly told Rudolph why she invited the dean of the convent.

"So that's how it is." Rudolph was a little surprised, but then he thought that the priest class was originally a class that mastered knowledge. Although nuns generally had lower status than male clergy and could not hold important positions such as bishops, they were the only medieval women who could access knowledge.

"If you believe me, I can give me a few people, and I will teach them how to play drums." Priligy Principal smiled amiably, and she reached out to Rudolf.

"If possible, can we teach them to play the flute again?" Rudolf thought for a while and said to the dean of the Condor.

"Is it a horizontal flute?" The female condor did not expect that Rudolph actually knew about the horizontal flute. At this time, in the Middle Ages, there were more instruments such as harps, bow and string lyres, and in the far north of Scotland, it was a Scottish bagpipe.

"Yes, do you know how to play the flute?" Rudolph felt that the flute was more penetrating and was also convenient to carry on the noisy battlefield.

"It should be no problem. I owe Tracy a favor. If it were her friend's help, I would definitely help." The female consecrated nodded, promising to help Rudolph train the flute player.

"What kind of favor does she owe you?" Looking at the back of the dean, Rudolph couldn't help asking Tracy.
Chapter completed!