After Simon finished his dinner, he returned to the siege camp.
He asked Miller to go back to the forest camp where he was stationed last night to get his luggage. He would stay vigil next to Kooser's tent tonight.
The Dorsten militia lost eight men in this battle. Thanks to the equipment sent by the Vikings and Baron Kunir, almost everyone in Simon's soldiers wore iron helmets, mail, and weapons at their waists. Sword, holding a strong wooden shield. This greatly improved their battlefield survival rate.
Simon also has some marigold potions prepared by Acero. In addition to asking Miller to distribute them to soldiers, Simon also wants Cooser to use them.
But what makes Simon taboo is that the damn priest never leaves Cooser's side. Langer praised him as a competent servant of God, but Simon only thought that guy was an old-fashioned and troublesome man who talked nonsense.
In addition, it is impossible for Simon to sneak into the camp while the priest is away and give Cooser a potion. In the eyes of others, God knows whether it is potion or poison?
Even if Simon can take a sip to prove his innocence, if Keoser still doesn't get better and passes away, Lange will definitely use this to attack himself and poison his father, and then justifiably take back Foldburg and expel Simon.
Simon certainly had no motive, but Lange just needed a reason.
Thinking of this, Simon was almost worried to death.
Just before the last ray of light was about to sink into the skyline, Fatty and two cavalrymen came to the camp with the doctor Arthur.
Before Arthur could tie up the horse, the fat man hurriedly got off the horse and unloaded the medicine box tied behind the saddle.
"This way!"
Simon, who was sitting on the wine barrel waiting for Miller, stood up and immediately asked the soldiers in front of the tent to lift the door curtain.
Acero walked in quickly while bending down while carrying the medicine box, and Simon followed him.
The priest had left, and Simon breathed a sigh of relief—fortunately, this stupid guy didn't use feces to smear the bloody wound on Keoser's right arm, otherwise Simon would definitely try his best to send this harmful guy to hell afterwards.
"What is it, my son, who is he?" Keother looked very weak, possibly due to excessive bleeding, and his face was too pale.
He slowly turned his head and opened his eyes slightly. Those sharp and shining eyes no longer existed, replaced by endless fatigue.
"Father, this is my doctor. He comes from the Eternal City of Rome. His family is a trustworthy medical family."
"Really? Thank you, my son," Keoser's forehead was covered with beads of sweat and he looked like he was suffering a lot. "I accept your kindness, but I think what I need now is a priest." , because I feel like I’m almost at the point of saying my last prayers.”
"Father," Simon was at a loss for words, "Can I take a look at your wound?"
"Whatever." Keoser seemed to have little strength to speak. After finishing speaking, he exhaled and closed his eyes again.
Arthur carefully untied the blood-stained bandage, then turned back to Simon and shook his head.
Simon could see by the candlelight that the wound was infected and the surrounding area had begun to become red, swollen and festering. That damn arrow's head must be very dirty, and probably rusty.
"Sir, the wound on your right arm is also swollen." Arthur looked at the wound on Keoser's right arm left after bleeding and said to Simon.
This should be the inflammation caused by the priest's scalpel. Today's clergy and barbers do not know how to sterilize surgical instruments before operating. They can only wash off the blood stains left on the knife by the previous patient. ()
"Simon, go and call Lange and the priest in the town." Keoser spoke again.
Simon nodded heavily, sighed, and left the camp with Arthur.
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Tonight at Count Berg's Castle is destined to be a sleepless night.
On the inner fort grounds, the lord's private soldiers danced and sang songs around the bonfire, enjoying inferior wine and dry black bread. Some private soldiers held women in their arms and told how brave they were in battle and how many enemies they had killed.
"Where is the groom?" Simon entered the inner castle gate, bypassed the revelers on the inner castle grounds, and came to the stables. What displeased him was that the stables were empty at this time, and not even a stableboy could be seen.
"Master, please wait a moment, I'll go look for it." Miller was a little angry, stepped off the horse, and strode towards the carnival crowd.
After a while, an old guy wearing a leather apron with horse dung on it was pulled out by Miller by his collar.
"You damn old thing, who allowed you to appear here?"
"My lord, my lord, isn't tonight a carnival night?" The old groom obviously regarded Miller as a grumbling knight. In fact, Miller's armor is indeed comparable to that of a knight.
"So, you dirty guy, do you want my master to unsaddle the horse himself in the horse manure pile?" After Miller finished speaking, he kicked the old horseman to the ground.
The groom didn't care about the mud and excrement on his body and hands. He quickly struggled to stand up and apologized. He begged Simon not to tell the earl about his absence without permission. He was really cowardly.
Simon was in no mood to argue with this minor character now.
The situation in Keother was very bad, and Simon felt that in addition to the despicable archer who shot him, the priest who only knew bloodletting and enemas was also one of the culprits. There is nothing he can do anymore. The most important thing now is to complete the last two tasks he gave him before he died.
So, Simon said nothing and walked directly towards the tower, but the fat man pointed at the groom who was still pleading like a fly and threatened: "Go back and do your job, I will keep an eye on you." "
After the castle pager called again, Simon walked into the tower door.
To be honest, the nobles are not much different from the reveling soldiers outside, but the only difference is that they have musicians, bards and clowns to entertain themselves.
Lange was still drinking, and he was now red-faced and drunk. Next to them, Baron Karl and Baron Wolfe were also swaying a little while drinking and drinking, making fun of each other with loud voices.
As for the Baron of Siegburg, he was already lying on the table, drooling and snoring loudly.
Earl Berg was sitting in his big armchair, looking in a good mood.
He noticed Simon who had just entered the door with a heavy face, and then looked at Lange who was already drunk, so he waved to Simon and motioned for him to come over.
"My Lord Earl."
Simon came over, knelt down on one knee according to etiquette and kissed the ring on Count Berg's finger.
"Simon of Foldburg, I have heard of you a long time ago. You are also very brave and impressive in this battle."
"I believe that I will impress you with more things in the future." Simon was not modest at all. He knew that at this time, he had to brag about himself, and the modest thinking in his previous life would not work here at all.
"Haha, very good, I'm looking forward to it," Earl Berg smiled heartily and suddenly changed the subject, "Is it because of your father that you are here in such a hurry now?" ()
"Yes, his condition is very bad, and he is about to be called by God. He wants to see Lange, and he also wants to find the priest of the church in Dusseldorf to do his last prayers." Simon said in a low voice.
"I'm sorry to hear this news. Karl, Wolf, and I went to visit him when the battle ended in the afternoon. I didn't expect the injury to worsen so quickly. Oh, God bless!" Earl Berg was a little surprised. said.
"The stupid damn priest drained so much blood and was given an enema for a whole afternoon. It's a medical miracle that the injury didn't get worse!" Simon complained silently in his heart.
"So, according to Kooser's wishes, I think you have to wake up your future new lord Lange now," Count Berg frowned slightly while looking at Lange at the shelf table, and looked at the attendant next to him. Said, "Go to the kitchen and ask the cook to prepare a raw eel for Sir Lang."
Simon was quite eye-opening. In fact, it was popular among nobles at this time to eat raw eel as a sobering breakfast the morning after a hangover.
"I'm sorry, sir. The cook said that all the raw eels in the warehouse were used up for the dinner. If you need it, he will go to the Rhine River to catch a few back now." The servant came back soon, and several nobles and feudal lords next to Earl Berg The minister was amused and laughed after hearing the servant's reply.
"Idiot, bring me a pot of vinegar!" The humiliated Earl of Berg felt that these men were as stupid as pigs.
"Yes, sir!" the servant said and left in a hurry.
In addition to using raw eels to sober up, according to the Yale Classical Journal of Bizarre Life in Europe, there is another absurd way to sober up: soaking the private parts of drunkards in vinegar.
After a while, the servant brought vinegar from the kitchen and poured it into the basin.
"Hey, I heard that Lange wants to sober up. Let's help him solve it here. What do you think?" Baron Wolfe looked at the vinegar that the servant brought to Lange and shouted with a mouth full of alcohol.
"Okay, come on, I can compete with this bragging guy to see who's bigger." Baron Carl, who was also drunk and blushing, patted the table, "This brat just boasted that his body was bigger than his waist." Other swords are even longer!"
"Stop talking nonsense and wake him up right here!"
"We can just verify it for him, hahahaha!"
"Hurry, hurry up!"
The nobles who were a little excited under the influence of alcohol also started to make noises, insisting that Lange sober up on the spot.
Simon, who was standing by, was dumbfounded, while Earl Berg, who was next to him, was very interested and did not stop him. Instead, he waved his hand to stop the maid who was going to take Lange to the guest room to sober up.
So, with the help of two servants, Lange, who was drunk and unconscious, was taken off his pants and sobered up under the heckles and gazes of the nobles.
"Hahaha, he's in a big embarrassment," Earl Berg laughed happily, and then patted Simon on the shoulder, "Go to the church to find the priest. When Langer wakes up later, I will send soldiers to take him to the camp to see Ko. Orser’s.”
"Excuse me, my lord." Simon said goodbye to Earl Berg and quickly left the tower.
Simon thought that Lange's embarrassment tonight can only be said to be his own fault, karma. His biological father's life and death were uncertain on the hospital bed, but like a normal person, he drank and drank with other nobles, caroused all night long, and was proud of his upcoming succession.
Now that he was done, he soaked his private parts in vinegar to sober up under the watchful eyes of all the nobles in the entire earldom.
Although this also damages the reputation of the Dorsten family, Keother is about to leave, and Simon doesn't care anymore.
