In the noisy tavern, drunks brag and talk nonsense. While the plump waiters were shuttled through, this two-story tavern was the largest in this territory. Both nobles and civilians like to come here to drink a small cup when night falls to relieve the fatigue of the day.

"Six o'clock, six o'clock, oh God, Christ, damn." Of course, except for those plump waiters who attract men, there is a gambling table in the corner. In this era of lack of entertainment, nothing is more exciting than gambling.

"I'm about to lose all, and my luck is really bad today." A civilian stood up from the gambling table and left in frustration.

"Who else, haha, the victory angel will come to me tonight." Sitting next to the gambling table was a young Saxon nobleman, with soft blonde hair and a stubborn chin, and his clothes were extremely bright and colorful.

"Sir Brand, you're so lucky that no one dares to be your opponent." Some of the others held wine glasses, some held their arms and blushed their faces and shook their heads.

"It's really disappointing." Sir Brand put his legs on the gambling table. He leaned his body against the wooden chair and looked around the people provocatively, but no one was willing to gamble with him. Just as Sir Brand put down his legs and was about to sweep the money from the gambling table into his wallet, a figure crawled through the crowd, a long wind of literature, ●∧≠t sat opposite him.

"Let me be your opponent." Webster said to Sir Brand with a smile on his face.

"Is this really useful? Find a drunkard or a gambler here." Outside the tavern, listening to the bustling and noisy shouting in the tavern, Arod and Osvid stood in the cold wind and complained.

"Maybe Webster really has a way." Arod wrapped his cloak on his body. He looked at the wooden signs in the tavern that were creaking in the wind and said to Osvid casually.

"Duke, how could you take such a slick liar as your subordinate?" When Osvid first saw Webster, he was full of contempt for this so-called artist who pretended to behave.

"The rooster crowing and dog thieves sometimes have his unique uses." Aroude smiled slightly, regardless of whether Osvid understood his words.

"Clang." After Arod and Osvid waited in the cold wind for a long time, the door of the tavern finally opened. Sir Brand and Webster walked out with their arms around each other and talking and laughing, which made Arod and Osvid stunned.

"Mr. This is Sir Brand, and he is willing to serve you." Webster pointed to Sir Brand, the noble Saxonian beside him and said.

"Hello, Sir, I am the Duke of Mecklenburg, Arod Wendell." Arod said to Sir Brand.

"My Duke is very happy to know you. My friend has told me about the incident. I will go to my woman to ask her to plead with His Highness the Princess." Sir Brand proudly straightened his back and said to Arod, as if he was particularly proud of the maid who could hook up with Princess Anglo-Saxon.

"Is this useful?" Arod asked Webster involuntarily.

"Don't worry, Lord Duke, since Sir Brand agreed, this matter will definitely not be difficult for him." Webster smiled mysteriously and nodded to Arod.

"How did you bribe him? It's less than a night?" After Sir Brand left, Osvid asked Webster curiously.

"It's very simple. For such a person who is addicted to gambling, of course, he will gamble with him. I lost some money to him at the beginning, and when he was so proud, he said we should just play a big game and bet all the money." Webster shrugged and said to Osvid.

"What?" Osvid was attracted by Webster's words and asked.

"Of course I won, and then I will make my own request to him in exchange for a write-off of the debt." Webster knew the faults of these Saxon nobles, and how much loss would be to their reputation if they did not repay their debts.

"So that's the case, but how can you guarantee that you will win?" When Osvid rode on the horse, he suddenly remembered something and said to Webster.

"Ha, this is not a difficult task for me." Webster stretched out his left hand, and under the bright moonlight, Osvid saw two bone dices spinning between Webster's slender fingers, suddenly appearing and disappearing.

"Crazy guy." Osvid blurted out.

In the palace of Saxony, Princess Anglo-Saxon's personal maid was slowly walking through the corridor, but suddenly she stretched out a powerful arm from a corner of the corridor, pulled the personal maid over, and pressed her tightly against the wall.

"Who is it?" The close-fitting maid widened her eyes in panic, and a big hand covered her mouth.

"Shh, it's me." It was Sir Brand who grabbed the maid, and he said to her with a wicked smile.

"Sir Brad, how long has it been since you came to me?" Seeing the handsome Sir Brand, the close maid relaxed her tight body, she clenched her fists and beat Sir Brand's chest and said.

"Of course I miss you very much, my beauty, but I have to wait until the opportunity to get into the palace."

"Come on, your father is the royal horse trainer. You can get in at any time, just to see if your heart is here." The personal maid said dissatisfied with a strong Anglo-Saxon accent.

"Hehe, stop talking about this, I miss you so much, my beauty." Sir Brand grabbed the wrist of his close maid and walked into a room next to the corridor. After looking around secretly, he closed the door tightly. There were many such rooms in the palace that were ready to entertain guests at any time, so they didn't have to worry about being discovered.

After a love affair between men and women, following the dress that had been taking off from the door and reaching the two people leaning side by side on a large bed. Sir Brand put his golden fluffy arms around the skinned maid like a skinned lamb. They gasped and sweated.

"Tell me, what's the matter with you coming to me this time?" The personal maid also knew that Sir Brand was willing to come to me, so she must have something to ask for. Although she knew it well, in this palace far away from her hometown, life without a man was very lonely and unbearable.
Chapter completed!