The wine was taken out and the nobles of Mason were coveted. After a verbal battle, everyone was dry and cheered when they saw the servants taking out the wine.

"For our peace, please let me pour wine for everyone." The attendant did not pick up the wine pot and pour wine for the noble Mason, but handed the wine pot to Arod. Arod stood up and said to the noble Mason.

"Oh, did the Duke pour wine with his own hands?" Mason's nobles looked at each other. Pouring wine was usually done by attendants or low-ranking nobles to serve the superior nobles. Few high-ranking nobles pour wine for low-ranking nobles, unless they were friends with good relationships.

"I'll do it!" Princess Josie wanted to do it for her. After all, Arude was a duke of a priest. If Arude poured wine for the nobles of Mason, this would damage Arude's prestige.

"It's okay." Arod pressed Princess Josie, stood up and picked up the copper pot, walked to the Mason nobles and poured wine for them one by one. Princess Josie blinked and didn't understand what Arod was going to do?

"Thank you, Lord Duke." Baron Lans looked at the wine poured into the glass, and he did not pick it up and drink it immediately. As a child of a noble family, he was not unfamiliar with dirty methods. He said grateful words but did not drink them at all, and kept watching Aruod's actions.

"Get me a cup, too." Aroud knew Baron Lance's thoughts, so he asked the servant to bring himself a cup, pour wine from the same copper pot.

"Please drink first, Lord Duke." Baron Lans also picked up the wine glass, and he stared at Arod and said.

"Haha, Baron Lans, you are too wary. Before drinking, I wish Mecklenburg and Mason peace and long-lasting. After reaching a reconciliation, if anyone violates it, he will be punished by the Lord. When he is alive, the food in his mouth turns into rotten meat, the wine turns into poison, and his soul will howl in the flames of hell." After saying that, Arod drank the wine in his cup. Barod was stunned when he heard Arod's toast.

"We can't do too much, Baron Lans." Baron Ferred's face was always ashen. He felt that Arod had already given face, which made Ferred, who was already prone to Arod, very dissatisfied.

"Yeah." Baron Lans held the wine glass and hesitated whether to drink it. Looking at Baron Lans' appearance, Baron Ferred was really angry. He snorted coldly and drank the wine in the cup. The other nobles had long been so thirsty that they could not bear it and started drinking.

"Hey." Aruod turned around and walked back to his seat with a mocking voice on his face. He placed the wine pot and wine glass in front of him. Seeing Aruod's appearance and the rest of the wine industry were fine, Baron Lans drank the wine with confidence.

"Cheer for peace, cheer for His Highness Josie." Seeing Baron Lans drinking too, the noble Mason cheered loudly. They felt that they had achieved complete victory, and the cheers were about to overturn the roof.

"Let the monks write the documents." Baron Lans said proudly.

"Then this period is really boring. Does the Duke have no entertainment?" said the noble Mason with a laugh, and the one who kissed Baron Lans said cheering.

"Of course there is, in fact, I want to tell a story." Arod said to the Mason nobles with a smile on his face.

"It's good to tell a story. Is the Duke determined to be a bard?" Baron Lans leaned against the back of the chair and said mockingly.

"Why is it a little noisy outside?" Suddenly, a noble Mason looked out the door and saw a noble Mason walking to the door and seeing their army spread all over the mountains like sheep. It turned out that the peasant militia had roaring, so they scattered around to find food, set up a bonfire to cook and start cooking. The private soldiers in charge of supervising saw that the negotiations were continuing and the nobles had no orders, so they allowed the peasant militia to solve the problem of food and drink on their own.

"I had a strange dream yesterday." Arod stretched out his right hand and beat the wooden table rhythmically, saying to the people in the house.

"What dream?"

"I dreamed that I became a little ant. In fact, the size is relatively large. I am still a big one in my ant family." Aruod said.

"It's so interesting to turn into an ant." Baron Lans said with a smile.

"That's right. The ant I became is very powerful in the ant colony. It can not only move bread crumbs, but also a blue worm, but also a stone can be pried." Aruod raised his eyelids and looked at the nobles of Mason. The people in the house were attracted by his story, and no one interrupted him again.

"So I decided to travel and go outside to conquer other animals." Arod continued.

"Ha, an ant conqueror?" Baron Lans felt that Arod must have had a head problem. As a duke, he was telling such an absurd story, and he was simply a clown.

"Yes, but I'm in trouble."

"Trouble?" the others asked curiously.

"I encountered a towering tree. From a human perspective, the tree was as thick as two people picked it up together, but it blocked my way to conquer. Everyone said what should I do?" Arod asked the Mason nobles on purpose.

"It goes without saying that of course I've seen it when I was a child." said a noble Mason, but Baron Lans pursed his lips and stopped talking. He seemed to have realized something, but he didn't know what Arod wanted to do?

"No, as a conqueror, how could it be stopped by a tree? I tried my best to grasp the root of the big tree and shook it desperately, shouting loudly, "I'm going to shake you, I'm going to shake you." Aruod blushed and stretched out his hands to hold the air, as if he was really shaking a big tree.

"Hahaha, Lord Duke is really good at joking. How could an ant shake a big tree? Hahaha." The Mason nobles laughed. They thought Aruod really had a talent for humor.

"Yes, how could an ant shake down a big tree? You say yes, Baron Lans." Arod stopped his absurd actions, and he stood up and said to Baron Lans with a smile.

"Arude, what do you mean? I, ah, cough." Baron Lans also stood up. He had just wanted to refute Arad's words, but his throat seemed to be blocked by a wooden plug. He couldn't breathe. He coughed desperately, stretched out his hands to scratch the part of his throat, as if he was about to cut out a hole to breathe, but it was useless. Blood was spurted out from his mouth. Baron Lans's body was shaking, his eyes rolled, and his face turned bloody like a pig's liver.

"What's going on with Arod?" Princess Josie stood up in fright, and a series of coughs sounded in the house, with several Mason nobles having symptoms like Baron Lans.

"Maybe it's the Lord's punishment!" Arod shrugged, and he looked at the noble Mason who had spewed blood from his mouth and fell to the ground. These people were all those who were pro-Barl Lans.

"God, what's going on?" Baron Ferred watched the nobles around him fall down one by one. He felt a cold from the bottom of his heart. It seemed that the nobles of Mason were poisoned, but what he didn't understand was why Arude drank the same wine but was fine, and some of the nobles who were neutral and pro-Arude were fine.

"Barcelona Fered, since our agreement is gone, it will be invalidated. Do you have no objection?" Arod walked slowly towards Baron Fered, crossing the Mason nobles who fell at his feet, like crossing an ant that died at his feet.

"No, no objection." Baron Ferred lowered his head. He now didn't even have the courage to look directly at Arod.

"That's good, Mason takes everything as usual, but Baron Lans is right. He should give the noble Mason in the palace, and you should serve as the general manager of diplomacy." Arod said to Baron Fered.

"Thank you, thank you, Lord Duke."

"Ah, Arud." Suddenly, Arud felt that the cloak was being grabbed. He lowered his head and saw Baron Lans lying on the ground and reaching out to grab the cloak. His eyes turned red due to congestion, but his face turned black. The poisonous juice walked all over his body and was helpless. When the last bit of light in his eyes passed away, he still maintained a crawling posture on the ground.

"Tsk tsk, it's a pity. The respected Baron Lans died of illness during the peace talks. It's so regrettable!" Aruod pulled his cloak and said loudly.

"Ah, Your Highness, Your Highness, Your Highness, has fainted." At this moment, the maid's scream sounded, and Princess Qiaoxi fell into the maid's arms by the scene in front of her.

"Take Your Highness the Princess back to the castle." Aroud frowned and quickly ordered the servants.

"Yes, Lord Duke."

When Princess Josie was sent out in a coma, Aruod turned to the town notary. The poor town notary lowered his head and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He kept praying in his heart that the duke would not pay attention to him, but Aruod walked straight towards him.

"Dear Duke." The town notary lowered his head and said respectfully to Arod.

"Do you know how to write a notice today?" Aruod asked looking at the notary.

"I know, I know." The town notary nodded repeatedly, like a chicken eating rice.

"Sir, please allow me to lead the people outside back to Mason." Baron Ferred thought for a while, and still plucked up the courage to say to Arod.

"Are you sure to convince those private soldiers and militia?" Aruod asked.

"There are some of my friends and I, but the others depend on God's will." Baron Ferred whispered.
Chapter completed!