A few days before the wedding, invited nobles from the public came to Tonysburg one after another.

Lange frowned at the increasingly empty granary and wine cellar. If he had made a feast for the guests every day, he would probably be bored on the wedding day, no matter how exquisite the food was or how fragrant the wine came.

The nobles were active and could not rest as idle. Lange proposed a hunting, which won unanimous approval from everyone. Except for those old people who were too old to even lift a spear, no one would refuse the fun of hunting.

Lange's territory is called the Kenpon Valley Territory because it is a beautiful hilly area.

The mountains and hills intertwined to weave small valleys and were covered by lush forests. Along with the spring streams that could be seen everywhere, this is a great habitat for animals.

The land near Tonysburg is leveled, and even outside the village outside the castle is a large area of ​​clearings bathed in the sun and cultivated farmland, while surrounding them are forests covered with beech, holly, oak trees and various bushes.

A road extending from the castle gate passes through the village and through the grass, allowing the intricate trees to retreat to each other and lead to the hunting grounds that belong to Lange in the distance.

A group of lively hunting dogs rushed out of the kennel almost led the servants with dog leashes behind them, followed by nobles who were interested in horses, and donkeys carrying food and blankets by their servants.

Lange was in the limelight today, and he dressed himself up in a glorious way.

He wore a bright red tights, with precious mink embroidered on the collar cuffs. His belt was inlaid with gold buttons, and the handle of the dagger exposed between the sheath was made of silver carved with patterns. His pants were crimson, and the custom-made cowhide boots were carefully rubbed by the servants with lard, and were shining under the sunlight.

In addition, he also put on a gift from Baron Higgburg, a brown bear-skin cloak. All of this made him look like he was not hunting, but showing off.

In contrast, other nobles were much more casual, such as Count Wolf, a Celtic descendant, who was really fierce. He was shirtless, wearing a pair of broad dark green pants and a pair of sturdy fur boots, pushed away the servant who wanted to help him get on the horse, and stepped on his tall and beautiful black war horse alone, riding out of the castle gate under the surprised gaze of other local nobles.

In fact, these guys who think they have the noble blood of the ancient Frank Empire look down on this barbarian style. Perhaps when Earl Wolf was still a baron, they dared to make a few sarcastic words in person, but now they can only gossip in secret.

As Lange's most loyal vassal, he was delayed for some reason. Julian, who had arrived in Tonysburg last night, naturally followed him to participate in the hunt.

He talked to another fellow traveler who was wearing a large black cloak, not trying to attract attention, and walked at the end of all the nobles, and was even almost mixed with the servants who were leading donkeys and pack horses, but the one who was supposed to find him was still found.

"Mr. Julian," Lange's personal bodyguard rode over from the front of the team, "Mr. Lange wants to see you."

Julian naturally knew what Lange wanted to ask, "He was too anxious. We could have gone to the hunting camp to find a corner without anyone to talk about it." Julian thought so, but he honestly followed the guard to the front of the team.

"Why didn't it be done? You were so confident at that time." Lange revealed dissatisfaction.

A few weeks ago, Julian, who had just returned from Esbaiburg, said confidently that he could get rid of Simon on his way to come, but now the lively Simon in the middle of the team has become the biggest red slap on Julian's face.

"There are too many thorns on the hedgehog, and even the hungry wolf dared not put their mouths on it." Julian sighed helplessly.

"Is that so what exactly does that hungry wolf want? As long as I want, I can kill the disobedient bear at any time, let alone just a wolf." Lange's words made Julian's hair stand up like the cold wind.

"He wants to borrow some hounds from you," Julian tried to say something as confusing as possible but also made Lange understand what he meant, "this way to pull out the hedgehog's thorns, eat all the meat, and give it no chance."

"I will think about it." Lange waved his hand, Julian lowered his head and retreated, returning to the end of the team.

Simon found some clues and looked at Julian who had passed by him with vigilance. Only then did he notice the stranger at the end who buried his face under the big cloak.

"My monarch said he had to think about it." Julian said to the stranger.

"Silly. He is too indecisive, and this will not be done." Julian was very uncomfortable with the stranger's rough voice. He wanted to denounce the rude guy for not saying bad things about his monarch behind his back, but now is obviously not a good time to argue.

"I haven't worked hard recently. I'm a little tight. My brothers' salary is almost impossible to afford," the stranger pulled down his cloak, and his gloomy and bloodthirsty eyes looked straight at Julian. "I want to kidnap a single nobleman in this hunt and exchange for some ransom."

"This is impossible!" Julian subconsciously increased the volume, causing several nearby servants and nobles to turn their heads to look at him.

"Mr. Lange won't let guests get into trouble at his wedding, which is too embarrassing for him. If you do, he will definitely make you lose your appetite," Julian said to the stranger in a low voice, "Also, you put your hat down, Hellard, aren't you afraid that anyone will recognize you?"

"Ha," Hellard hid his face again in the shadow of the big hood. "Now the rulers are all the nobles over here. Those who know me either flee or die in that war."

"You'd better be careful," Julian warned.

They didn't know that all these small moves were taken into consideration by Simon, but Simon was a little far away from them and didn't hear clearly what they were talking about.

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The hunting camp is a relatively flat open space in the forest, with bonfires surrounded by stones, dry firewood piled in sheds, large logs that are horizontal to the ground for people to rest, and simple walls and fences made of sharpened wood.

The servants tied the donkey to the tree, took out the pot and axe, and used the ones to fetch water and chop firewood. The nobles sat on the blanket, took the pieces of bacon and red wine handed over by the servants, and feasted.

Earl Wolf finished his lunch in two or three bites, sucked his fingers, wiped it on his pants casually, and then walked towards the outside of the camp, which looked convenient.

"Hey, Wolf, my friend." Baron Carl followed him at some point and walked out of the camp with him.

"It's Count Wolf, Carl," Count Wolf emphasized, and then asked, "What do you want? I don't know you have the habit of following people who want to go out to the bathroom."

Baron Carl's face was a little uneasy, but he immediately cleared his throat to relieve the embarrassment: "My friend, I don't go around the corner. I want to know whether we can form an alliance... that is, we will not invade each other, and when the other side is invaded by others, we will send troops to attack them together."

"I'm very sorry, Carl, I don't have such plans for the time being," Earl Wolf raised his head. "I don't think that in a few days, anyone in this public servant will have the courage to attack me and Earl Lange," he narrowed his eyes, "I hope you forgive me."

"Disturbate, Earl of Wolf." Carl closed his eyes in pain, and when he said the word "Earl", his pronunciation was very heavy.

Although Baron Carl is a man who is content with the status quo, he can't help feeling a different kind of emotion when he sees his former friend and even his old friend's son become counts.

He often comforted himself that the last war was just his own bad luck, lost his territory, and failed to seize the opportunity to be promoted to the earl. Now that his friend has become the earl, he should be able to use his strong strength to help him in times of difficulty, which is not too bad.

But it turns out that Baron Carl is thinking too much.

When Wolf grasped the Count's strength and power, he also changed. He was no longer the simple Celtic man. He began to focus on interests, emphasize his status, and become ambitious.

Baron Carl felt that he was standing in front of him, like the poor man he despised most often, who had to make relationships with nobles, and Earl Wolf was treating him as such a "poor man", which was the most frustrating thing for him.

Just now, Count Wolf made his words clear in front of him. He would not form an alliance with any baron who belonged to the Duke, because in the current Duke's in-law alliance with Lange is the most powerful force.

At the same time, this also demonstrates his and Lange's ambitions - they will annex the barons who belonged directly to the Duke one by one.

Baron Carl remembered the joke that Earl Wolf had made to Earl Lange on the dining table: "Our Principality is like a piece of cheese cut into three pieces, with a pile of debris scattered around it. I don't mind being a delicious kid, hahahahaha..."

A chill climbed into Baron Carl's heart.
Chapter completed!