The old count died and the goofy Roma, nicknamed Luntik, who fell into the body of his son, must take the place of his excellency. But in the Middle Ages, to become a count, it was not enough to be born the son of a count; first you must prove that you are worthy of it. The job of a feudal lord is not only to drink wine at feasts and crush peasant women. The work of a feudal lord is a constant, continuous war. With enemies. With friends. With robbers. With rebellious cities. With human-eating steppe orcs. With neighbors. With barons-deserters. With traitors who stabbed you in the back, and sometimes even with your own king. Exhausting and exhausting, taking all your strength. And there is simply no other way to become a feudal lord. But Roma has nowhere to retreat. And behind him are people who believe that the young and energetic count will be able to protect them and give them the highest value of the Middle Ages - security. From the author: “Peace for His Excellency-2.” The text has not been proofread.