Satisfied, Simon and the fat man left the royal castle with the crenellation permit from Foldburg.
"Sir, come and see the chainmail and face-covering helmets made by our Master Donahue!"
"My noble lord, do you need an extremely sharp two-handed sword to help you win the competition and win the hearts of ladies and ladies?"
Along the way, the enthusiastic apprentices and clerks in front of the store kept shouting at Simon and the fat man on the horse, promoting their own products. Obviously, only nobles and big businessmen can afford the items in their store, so they spare no effort to sell to every potential customer.
After passing through the bustling street, Simon and Fatty tied the horses in the stable of the tavern, opened the wooden door of the tavern, and the lively atmosphere instantly hit their faces.
"Oh, my dear Simon, it seems that things are going well," Regel, who was drinking dark beer on the big wooden table in the center of the pub, caught sight of Simon who had just entered the pub with a happy face. Suddenly, He found something shiny on his finger under the light of the torch beside the wall, "Wait a minute, what is that? I remember you didn't even have this ring before you went out, right?"
"This was given to me by Prince Otto as a reward for wiping out all the Norman pirates in Verde Village." Simon pulled a broken but still solid wooden chair and sat opposite Regel.
"My God, that's amazing! Let's not talk about anything else. Why shouldn't something worth celebrating be celebrated with a few glasses of wine?" Regel looked straight at the gold ring with exquisite patterns carved on the surface. There was unabashed envy in his eyes.
"Haha, boss, let's serve six glasses of your best wine!" Simon looked back at the bar counter and shouted to the busy figure at the stove in the kitchen.
After the maid brought the beer to the table, Regel put the wooden cup of dark beer that he had just drank on the edge of the table, picked up a new cup of beer, raised his head and took a big sip into his mouth, and then lifted it up happily He wiped the remaining alcohol on his beard with his sleeve.
"You know, Simon, I just made some inquiries. Although Sir Grobber, who had an enemy with us, is a bit stupid, he is very skilled in martial arts." Regel lost his previous excitement and frowned and used his thumb. Knocking on the oil-stained wooden table, "He is not a weakling. It is said that he once killed a tall and ferocious black bear with his own hands. Moreover, in the athletic competition held by the Duke of Swabia and the royal family, , no fewer than ten knights died in his hands, and countless knights were defeated by him and paid ransom or even became slaves. To be honest, I now regret my recklessness just now. "
"What, he actually killed a black bear with his own hands?" The fat man and Regel's little attendant grinned, their wide eyes full of surprise. The Germanic people in the Middle Ages admired strength, and warriors who conquered ferocious beasts such as black bears would be widely praised.
"It's useless to cry when milk is spilled." Simon raised his eyes and looked straight at Regel, who was lowering his head and holding his forehead. "If you are really scared and regretful, go buy some gifts now and find that arrogant Gro. It's not too late for Sir Bob to apologize. If you meet the guy who scared you in the competition, he may show mercy to you. But are you willing to do this? Don't forget that he will never show any mercy to you. Take it seriously and think carefully about what he said to us on the stairs."
Regel fell into deep thought, and the scene in front of the stairs resurfaced in his mind.
"It turns out they are two country bumpkin knights. Please forgive me because I have never seen your family coat of arms. Perhaps I can interpret it as the fact that you two were born humble and your family is unknown and not worth mentioning. Another thing to say is, I've never given way to the weak."
Sir Grobber's arrogant arrogance and disdainful smile filled Regel's consciousness. He felt as if his self-esteem and family honor had been thrown heavily to the ground full of wood thorns by the damn Sir Grobber. She was spat on and ravaged mercilessly by his stinky feet covered in feces and urine.
He recalled the scene where his father taught him how to ride a horse, how to use a lance on a horse, and how to use a sword for the first time in the open space beside the wooden castle in the warm valley of his hometown. How many days and nights he had spent and how many drops of sweat he had shed. Zhu finally learned everything he should learn as a knight, and embarked on a journey to Dresden with the honor of his family and the blessing of his mother. But now, he is afraid of that bullshit inner knight who despises his family and tramples on his honor. This is really a shame!
Thinking of this, Regel frowned, his breathing gradually became rapid, and he couldn't help but hammer the table hard. Suddenly, part of the wine in the wooden cup swayed and splashed out, staining his clenched fists.
Simon didn't speak, he just smiled and picked up the wooden cup from which the wine had just spilled, and took a sip. Regel's actions spoke volumes.
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After drinking, Simon took the fat man, Gabriel, Regel and his little attendant on horseback to the side gate in the north of Dresden. After exiting the side door, the familiar slum area surrounded everyone.
Ignoring the poor people kneeling on the roadside begging, Simon and others rode straight to the athletics venue not far away.
It's not that Simon is cold-blooded, but Simon is worried that in this situation, as long as one of them gives alms to one of them, the poor people in all the nearby shacks and tents will come in like a tide like sharks that smell the smell of blood, and they will be killed. They were surrounded by people, begging themselves to continue giving alms. Simon would never open his pockets to help all the beggars, so he would most likely end up with a one-sided scolding, and he might even be left with a "good name" as a "stingy person", which would be uncomfortable at that time.
"Sir, Lord Simon, I'm going to find someone to ask where the registration office for the tournament is." Regel's little attendant said, riding quickly forward on his horse, towards a royal family standing guard not far away. Soldier.
The venue for this tournament was very simple, as Simon saw when he entered the city not long ago. The entire venue consists only of wooden auditoriums with royal crests flying and a lawn surrounded by wooden fences.
"Compared with the town arenas left behind by the ancient Roman Empire and the magnificent gladiatorial arena in Rome, this place is really rough and crude." Gabriel, who was well-informed, twitched his lips and shook his head, saying to himself He muttered quietly to himself.
After a while, Regel's little attendant returned to the crowd: "Sir, Lord Simon, the soldiers on guard told me that the registration place for the athletic competition is in the middle of the place where the noble soldiers are stationed!"
Looking at the large and chaotic camp next to the arena, which was full of large and small tents, with various materials piled everywhere, and various horses and donkeys parked randomly, Simon swallowed and waved his hand: "Let's go. , finish things quickly, we have to get back to the hotel before dark!"
Simon and his party entered the chaotic camp. They didn't know where the roads were in the camp. They could only avoid the densely packed tents, randomly placed supplies, and even soldiers sleeping on the ground.
Just as Simon expected, the soldiers had not been stationed here for long, but the ground was already filled with fresh or half-stale feces and urine, which made people feel sick just looking at it.
The private servants and servants brought by various nobles had nothing to do now. Many of them were either telling jokes around the fire and making dirty jokes and bragging, or they were sitting on the floor playing dice games with a few copper coins beside their feet. Several strong private soldiers seemed to have no time to spare, holding their own weapons like majestic nobles in a tournament venue, fighting each other, which attracted a burst of applause from the surrounding onlookers.
As the saying goes, wherever there are people, there are rivers and lakes. I saw some small businessmen walking through the camps selling their goods. Farther away, at the junction of the edge of the camp and a small forest, Simon saw a wretched soldier with big yellow rotten teeth and diarrhea on his head, leading a plump girl in scantily clad clothes toward the woods.
"I think we're here!" Regel's voice made Simon retract his gaze and thoughts and look at the big tent in the center of the camp in front of him.
A poor knight wearing only a piece of scale armor without a heraldic robe opened the curtain at the entrance of the big tent, glanced at Simon and the others, and then quickly walked away with his attendants who had been waiting outside the registration tent for a long time. At the edge of the big camp was a small tent that a few handymen were setting up.
"go in."
Simon and others obtained the consent of the soldiers standing guard at the door and lifted the curtain of the large tent at the registration office. The four strangers from Dongluo who were arguing with the royal officials in front of them instantly caught everyone's attention.
"How many times do I have to say it, I am Comnenus of Paphlagonia, from a noble family of the Roman Empire," the black-haired young man standing in front of the royal official's table looked very excited, which was a bit awkward. The pronunciation of each word is higher than the last word, "Don't you recognize the nobles of the Roman Empire and their titles?"
This down-and-out Eastern Roman young man has short black hair and a pair of black eyes that make Simon feel a little kind. He was wearing a dusty and dented dome-shaped pot helmet on his head, a tattered and rusty Eastern Roman-style scale armor, battle-scarred studded striped shoulder pads, and a pair of holes in his hands. Scratched leather gloves.
The three companions around him were also dressed similarly, but their clothes had more bloodstains and scratches, and they looked even more miserable than him.
"Didn't you understand what I said? We recognize the nobility of the Roman Empire and their titles, but you are a beggar and still claim to be a noble. Don't make me laugh to death," he said angrily. The royal officials and clerks above laughed loudly, "I asked you to produce the certificate of noble blood, but you can't produce it. Who knows if you are a bold mercenary pretending to be a noble? You took advantage of the uncle I’m in a pretty good mood today, get out of my sight before I change my mind!”
"You, you..." The young Roman youth was so angry that he pointed at the royal officials and could not say a word for a long time.
