Unexpected Wealth

  When Arwod raised his head, he saw that the nobleman who was with General Relf was actually Sir Ebrel, whom he had saved that day. The knight seemed to have noticed Arwod's gaze and winked at him, indicating that he too had discovered Arwod's recognition of himself. But how did this knight end up with General Relf, and why was the noble attire he wore embroidered with the emblem of the Mason Duke's family?

  "What's going on here? Don't you know that the Duke has already issued an order prohibiting private duels?" Sir Elb said sternly, riding a white horse, as he faced the three wild boar brothers, while the surrounding soldiers immediately pointed their long spears at the trio.

  "Sorry, sir. We are just following the orders of Count Laborce to take away Baron Difroni." Grover said respectfully to Sir Eber who was riding a fine horse.

  "This is truly an outrageous act, they actually think to get away with the baron for twelve silver coins, a price lower than that of Judas' betrayal of Jesus." Arrod stepped forward, standing in front of the familiar Sir Ebor, and seeing the knight's disgust towards Count Lautrec, he boldly refuted the opponent's nonsense.

  "Ugh." To Arvad's surprise, Baron Difohni was also discontented and grumbled, if not for fear of Arvad's old fist, he would have made the most serious protest. As a nobleman with the title of baron and a relative of the Duke of Saxony, he was only worth twelve silver coins. What did these country bumpkins take themselves for?

  "Is this true?" Sir Ebril looked down at Grover with a calm tone, but in fact, looking at this pig-headed man, the knight's heart was filled with unbearable disgust and nausea, wondering what kind of scoundrels Count Lautrec had taken in.

  "It's like this~~~~." Grover was somewhat aggrieved and wanted to explain, but this was the money given by Count Lauterbach, he had no knowledge of it beforehand. If he quietly took away the baron like that, then nobody would say anything about it, but if he was caught like this, it was indeed hard to justify.

  "That's enough, you must have embezzled my uncle's money, you're a bunch of despicable guys, leave immediately and don't tarnish my uncle's face anymore." Although Sir Ebrul disliked his greedy and stingy uncle, as a member of the family he had to maintain his authority, so he could only let the three subordinates of Count Lauzits take the blame.

  "Did you hear that? Leave immediately." General Rael raised the reins, took a step forward and threatened the three wild boar brothers. The soldiers he led also took up an attacking stance, and the sound of shields and long spears colliding rang out instantly.

  "It's a grown-up." Grover had to take his brothers and leave, he didn't have the courage and strength to confront the first heir of Duke Mason, let alone his master Count Lauzits also having to show respect in front of this handsome Eber.

  The three wild boar brothers led the Knights of Lord Lautrec's inner court to leave in a sorry state, and Aronde and others couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. These three freaks were really terrifying, with Pazzi's strange powers, Ogden's sinister swordsmanship, and Grover, who hadn't made a move. The men of the Windel family decided that if they encountered these three again in the future, they would definitely be on their guard.

  "Sir Wendel, please forgive my intrusion." Sir Ebril dismounted his horse, and a personal attendant hastened to kneel down on one knee, holding the knight's foot with both hands so that he wouldn't step into empty air.

  "Not at all, your arrival is our honor. Please come into our humble tent for a chat." Sir Wendel now knew that the person in front of him was the eldest son of the noble Duke Mason, who would be the future Duke Mason if nothing unexpected happened, so he showed respect and courtesy as a knight should.

  "Haha, of course." Sir Ebril strode into Sir Wendel's tent with a hearty step. Sir Wendel's tent was indeed very simple, his family's finances did not allow him to use too luxurious a tent, the color of the curtain was very dull and inconspicuous, unlike the other noble tents next to it that used bright and beautiful colors, but Sir Ebril didn't mind this at all, which made Arwode and others have a good impression of this honored guest.

  "Gentlemen, please accept our gratitude." Sir Wendel first thanked Sir Aber for his rescue, and in his eyes, it was a blessing from God that he, a small nobleman from the countryside, could receive help from the heir to the dukedom.

  "I'm here for the same reason, to take custody of Baron Difroni. I hope you can hand him over to me." Sir Eber had come with the same purpose as Count Lautrec, and it was a coincidence that he met Arwade again, who had saved his life last time.

  "Hmm, of course, milord. Originally, you helped us, and unconditionally yielding the barony is our only way to repay you. To be honest, you've also seen that my territory isn't very prosperous, so I still hope to exchange the barony for some ransom to pay off debts. However, if it's you...". Sir Wendel explained to Eber with some difficulty, but after finishing speaking, he gritted his teeth and made up his mind, "If you pay me 100 silver coins, I'll yield the barony to your esteemed self."

  "Father." Aruth and Yves spoke in unison. A hundred silver coins was a paltry sum, barely enough to buy a low-ranking squire's services. If Ebral had agreed to their terms, wouldn't that have been a waste of effort capturing the baron?

  "Ah?" Sir Ebril was also somewhat surprised, he didn't think that Sir Wendel would let go of the baron at such a low price. He looked at the expressions of Arwode and others, and then glanced around this simple tent again, thinking to himself that it seemed that this knight's days were indeed not going well.

  "Ah." Sir Wendel stood there awkwardly, understanding his sons' hardships but repaying those who had saved him was the least a knight could do.

  "Hah, Sir Wendel, sir, I'm afraid your price is one I cannot accept." Sir Ebral laughed heartily, waving his arm, the golden cross pendant around his neck flashing in the torchlight, his face seeming to shine like moonlight in the fire's glow.

  "Well, well, this is the lowest price I can offer." Sir Wendel's eyebrows furrowed and a slightly dissatisfied expression appeared on his face.

  "Well, I'll exchange it for 1,500 silver coins. The Herman family can still afford that." Sir Herman von Eber said with the arrogance of a great nobleman, as one of the seven Electors of the Holy Roman Empire, the Herman family owned vast lands and cities, bringing them endless wealth and power, they had the qualifications to speak with such arrogance.

  "One, fifteen hundred silver coins?" Sir Wendel's head buzzed as he stared disbelievingly at the spirited young nobleman standing before him.

  "That's right, Father. Sir Ebrel is offering us one thousand five hundred silver coins." Arrod also said excitedly. They had borrowed three hundred silver coins for this expedition and after deducting other expenses, they would have spent at most five hundred silver coins. But Sir Ebrel was offering them one thousand five hundred silver coins, which was truly a lavish gesture.

  "1,500 silver coins." Eve was like a dream, muttering to himself, his face shocked. He had thought that 500 silver coins for Baron Difoni would be good enough, but he didn't expect Sir Eber to be so generous, and this lavish behavior stunned him.

  "Yes, a thousand silver coins is the ransom for Baron Difroni, and of course five hundred silver coins are the reward for saving your son's life. The Hermann family repays its debts." Sir Eber said with a smile to Sir Wendel.

  "My son?" Sir Wendel looked at Sir Ebral in puzzlement, unaware of the events that had saved Sir Ebral's life.

  "It's my honor, sir." Arwade hastily stepped forward and saluted Lord Eber.

  "Well, that settles the matter satisfactorily. I have some silver coins to follow; I will send them by my servant." Sir Ebrard clapped his hands and spoke cheerfully to the people of the Windell family.

  "Oh? Didn't your little servant come today?" Arwade asked Sir Eber curiously, referring to the small servant who had cried himself into a mess when Sir Eber was shocked.

  "Oh, oh, you mean him? Ha ha, no, no." Sir Ebril was stunned, and it took him half a day to come back to his senses. A strange smile spread across his face as he chuckled in response to Arwod.

  When the two attendants of Sir Eber lifted and opened the chest filled with silver coins, the men of the Wendel family were stunned. They had never seen so many silver coins in their lives. The unique luster of the silver emitted a dazzling light that seemed to tempt all desires, almost piercing their eyes. The crisp sound of the silver coins was so pleasant to hear. Sir Wendel's eyes moistened as he thought about how much trouble this money would solve. This might be the greatest wealth he had gained from participating in the war this time.

  "We must make good provision for this money." Sir Wendell finally closed the chest and looked at his two sons.

  "That's right, we should get some good weapons for our men and armor too. Otherwise, on the battlefield, we'll be the poorest cavalry squad." Yevhen exclaimed loudly, his breath almost blowing off the tent top.

  "No, I suggest we buy more goods and commodities, so that we can sell them in other towns and villages, and our money will never run out." Aruo De rubbed his hands together excitedly, his eyes narrowing as he spoke.

  "We are warriors, not merchants, who would calculate the price of those goods, you?" Yifu said discontentedly to Aruo De.

  "It's the most unwise thing to spend all this money at once, we don't even know the price of the goods, we can go ask around in the market, and I really do have business experience." Aruo De said proudly to Yifu, he wasn't wrong, during university summer vacation, he had actually practiced running a stall, although it was just buying small things like lighters, but at least he had some business experience compared to Yifu, this simple-minded guy with well-developed limbs.