Simon felt himself starting to feel uneasy, as if there was a big stone pressing down on his heart, making him breathless.
The road back to the siege camp was littered with corpses. Severed limbs, organs and dirty blood were spattered wantonly on this brown and green muddy grass canvas, and the air was filled with the disgusting smell of blood.
The soldiers began to clean the battlefield. Some soldiers took off their equipment and weapons in front of the corpses; some soldiers helped their injured teammates and carried them towards the camp; some soldiers held axes to help. There was no sound while they were still alive. The screaming enemy was freed.
The knight in a blue robe took Simon back to Count Loon's siege camp. The place was also in a mess. In addition to the mutilated corpses everywhere, there were many tents that were burned beyond recognition, and sparks were burning at this time. There was billowing smoke.
"We're here." The knight said, dismounting by the large tent that was still intact in the center of the camp, and handed the reins to the groom who was waiting by the tent.
"..." Simon said nothing.
The closer he got to his father, the stronger his heart palpitations became and the uneasiness in his heart became stronger.
Although he is not Simon's real father, he is one of the best and most caring people to Simon since he came into this world.
Old Coother was a good man, a benevolent lord, and his reputation was well known and respected. But Simon was sure that Lange, the first heir to the old Cooser, would not be like this. Lange was a cruel, cold-blooded guy with deep secrets.
It can be said that if old Cooser really encounters misfortune, Simon will have to walk the next step by himself, and he will no longer have a protective umbrella over his head.
"Fat man, you don't have to dismount. Now you and Gabriel go back to Fordeburg as quickly as possible and invite the pharmacist Arthur!" After Simon got off the horse, he turned around and stopped him as he was about to step on the horse. The fat man dismounted from his horse.
"Isn't there a priest here to help treat the Baron?" the fat man said with some confusion.
"Shut up, you will do whatever I tell you to do. Where did all the nonsense come from!?" Seeing that the fat man actually talked back to him at this critical moment when his life was at stake, Simon suddenly became angry and frowned at the fat man loudly. scolded.
"I'm sorry, Master, I'll do it right away." The fat man quickly lowered his head and admitted his mistake, then turned the horse's head and ran towards the outside of the camp, and disappeared after a while.
Except for the natives of this world, who else wouldn't be anxious when they learn that their father is dying and is being treated with blood by a damn stupid bald donkey? Not angry? Fatty really hit Simon's gun this time.
"Master Simon."
The two soldiers guarding the door greeted Simon respectfully, and then lifted the door curtain.
Through the light outside the door curtain and the weak candlelight in the tent, Simon saw that Keoser was lying on a bed covered with exquisitely decorated blankets, which should be Count Loon's bed.
The attendants were busy around, and next to old Keother, a priest was bleeding from his right arm.
Seeing this, Simon became angry again.
Lange sat on a back chair next to him, resting his elbows on his thighs and his chin on his fists, thinking about something expressionlessly.
"I really don't know whether he is feeling happy about succeeding to the throne or feeling sad about losing his biological father." Simon speculated maliciously.
He and Lange knew that they hated each other and their usual rapport was just an act. My father was still healthy at that time, so they didn't break up. But if his father passes away and Lange becomes Simon's new lord, all this will be on the table. ()
"Simon." Keother felt the change in light, tilted his head, and called weakly to his favorite little son.
"Father." Simon's nose became sore when he saw the beads of sweat on Old Keose's head and the blood on the bandage on his chest.
"You go out first." Simon said in a bad tone to the priest who was bleeding.
"Your Excellency, I am afraid that I cannot comply with your order. The arrow that shot into the Baron's chest was very dirty. I firmly believe that it contaminated the pure blood in the Baron's body. If the dirty blood is not expelled from the body, I am afraid that if something unfortunate happens to him, he will go to the hospital. You can’t go to heaven..." The priest stood there like a wooden stake and said to Simon confidently.
The word "nonsense" was on Simon's lips, but he put it back. Simon had to consider the feelings of his father and Lange, two truly devout Christians.
It is difficult to change people's ideas. If Simon stopped the priest from bleeding and kicked him out at this time, and then used strong liquor to disinfect Cooser's wounds, even if he used God's lies, it would not be acceptable. use.
Maybe Lange will take the opportunity to put the label on his head for disrespecting God and trying to send his father's soul to hell, which would be nice.
"You go out first," Old Coother said to the priest. "I have something to say to my sons. After you have finished speaking, you can come in and continue."
The priest placed the scalpel on a plate on the table nearby. Simon saw some blood stains on the plate and a sharp arrow wrapped in blood.
"You all should go out, too," Keoser dismissed the servants next to him, and then broke Lange's contemplation, "Lange, come here."
When the two brothers stood beside his bed, Keoser licked his dry lips and said, "In all these years, I have never mentioned to you that you actually have a brother."
"What!?" Lange and Simon exclaimed at the same time.
Old Keother carefully observed the expressions of Simon and Lange. Simon was just surprised, while Langer frowned slightly in surprise. Although it was not obvious, Keother still keenly caught it.
"He is the child of a Frisian rural girl, and he is my illegitimate son. Almost twenty years ago, I passed by the small village called Gaiten, and the village chief received me warmly. After drinking that night, everything changed. It just happened naturally." Old Keother said slowly, staring at the roof of the tent.
"He was later raised by that country girl?" Lange asked expressionlessly.
"Yes, his name is Linde. He is older than Simon and younger than Lange. When he was twelve years old, I sent him to Deventer Church in Overijssel. Now, he It’s Brother Linde of Deventer Church.”
Simon noticed that Lange's originally stiff face softened a little. It seems that after confirming that Brother Linde devoted himself to the church and would not compete with him for inheritance rights, Lange breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
"Besides, about the inheritance..." Old Cooser suddenly coughed violently.
Simon quickly brought a kettle from the side. After drinking the water, he continued: "Lange, you will inherit my title, my territory and all my property. Simon, you will continue to retain your knighthood and all your rights in Foldburg."
"Yes, Father."
Simon nodded and glanced at Lange beside him. There was a subtle change in Lange's expression when Kooser talked about Simon's rights in Fordeburg.
Simon couldn't help but become wary. ()
"After I die, you two brothers are not allowed to fight over the inheritance! Do you understand?" Old Coose was not stupid. He knew what Langer was thinking, so he ordered it in a stern tone.
"Understood, father." The two replied one after another.
"I definitely won't, but that's not necessarily the case with Lange, this greedy wolf!" Simon muttered secretly in his heart.
"Very good, I will ask the clerk to write these in the will. If Langer wants to succeed, you must take this will to Earl Berg to renew your allegiance and hold a ceremony. After that, your legal rights Only then will you be recognized, and you can sit in the position of baron with all right and authority."
"Of course, father," Lange said, walking to the big wooden table and placing his hand on the Bible that the pastor had not taken away. "I solemnly swear to God that I will definitely abide by my will and never break it."
Keoser nodded with satisfaction, his tense face gradually relaxed, and he closed his eyes: "Go out and let the priest come in."
Simon and Lange looked at each other, and then Lange quickly looked away, opened the door curtain without looking back, and strode out of the camp.
"Master Lange, Master Lange, how are you?" After Lange left the camp, his personal attendant Julian hurriedly greeted him.
Julian is a freckled, childlike young man. He wore a chain-mail turban, a blue soft-armored uniform, a studded leather vest, and an armed sword on his waist. He seemed to have a good relationship with Lange.
"I didn't expect that my father would never let me inherit the Fordburg that should belong to me, and even wrote it in his will. What the hell!" Lange said, looking at a body that was burned beyond recognition by the roadside. The corpse of the enemy spat.
"Then can we use other methods... After all, Master Simon is just a second son who has no right to inherit any property. Master Keoser just prefers him, so he sealed the village of Verde to him at that time." Julian He looked around and his voice became quieter as he spoke.
"Use your brain, Julian, Cooser has written the recognition of Simon's rights in Fordeburg in his will, and I must acknowledge the will in order to succeed!" Lange explained impatiently.
If the village of Verde remained as poor as ever under Simon's rule, Lange would be fine with it.
But now the village of Verde has become Fort Verde, with rich fields, solid walls, and a newly built church, which makes Lange, who is greedy by nature, secretly covet it.
"Then can we create an accident? For example..." Julian stared at Lange's blue eyes, winking vaguely.
"No, killing brother is a crime that will lead to hell. I wouldn't do it for a piece of territory." Langer quickly shook his head and denied Julian. "Moreover, if the matter is exposed, the legitimacy of my rights will be affected." Great doubt. Not only have I violated my will, but I will also lose the loyalty of my vassals, and the gain outweighs the loss."
"Are we going to let this big piece of fat go safely into Master Simon's pocket?" Julian asked still unwillingly.
"Humph, it seems like this at the moment. If I want to inherit the title safely, I have no choice. But don't worry, as Simon's future lord, what I want to say is that there are still many days in the future." Langer took a deep breath. He said coldly in one breath.
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