Among the people saying goodbye, a bald man in a brown leather jacket was scanning everyone's faces calmly. Unfortunately, he could not find the guy who wanted to connect with him - Carruth.
"Could this guy have escaped with Cuthbet's funding?" The bald man, who had not found the informant for a long time, became a little impatient and said to himself.
In the noisy crowd, he began to try to calm down. The bald man thought that according to Cuthbet, Carruth, as one of Sir Julian's most trusted people, was unlikely to abandon all his assets in the territory and escape. Therefore, the most likely thing was that this sloppy guy The guy accidentally exposed himself and either escaped or was killed.
"He is such a troublesome guy!" The bald man searched for him over and over again until almost all the people on the side of the road had dispersed. Then he became completely discouraged and walked back to the wheat tavern. 8七⑦zω.℃ǒM
During the day, there was only one waiter wiping the counter, tables and chairs, a busboy cleaning up the trash, and a chef dozing off. The bald man was more suspicious. He was afraid that asking about Carruth's whereabouts would alert him. The most important thing now was to inform the school officials Heraldt and Cuthbet that the time had come, so he no longer hesitated and walked directly to the stables.
Like all travelers, he asked the tavern clerk to fill his empty water bag with their best wine. After taking a sip, he pedaled on his horse and followed a path leading to the forest. Leaving Fort Esbai.
Simon's team was not marching. He also brought many soldiers and servants on foot, so the speed was not too fast. The bald man thought that he had to convey the news faster so that they would have more time to deploy and ambush, so he clamped the horse's belly tightly, caressed the horse's mane with some distress and said: "Look I feel so sorry to have wronged you."
He ran along the path in the dense forest, sometimes leaving the forest path and crossing a small piece of spacious grassland, and sometimes returning to the spacious road to pass the border checkpoints of one territory after another.
Finally, he came to the foot of a low hill and turned into an inconspicuous mountain col. A barrier made of sharpened branches appeared in front of him.
"Who's in front? Tell me your name!" A rough voice came from behind Juma.
"I am the messenger Odette, please move that damn Juma away!" The bald man impatiently finished his words, and Juma was quickly moved away by two thick men.
The camp in the mountain col was set up temporarily. The resting place for these bandits was nothing more than a simple tent set up with branches and tarpaulin. At this time, the people who kept watch last night were sleeping in twos and threes.
A man with burn scars on his face was sitting by a whetstone on the ground, sharpening his sword. Two men were boiling water next to him, adding firewood, and cutting meat from a poached wild boar piece by piece and throwing it into the pot.
Bald Odette tied his horse to the birch tree next to the camp and hurried towards the small tent at the deepest part of the camp.
Not to his surprise, the school officer Heraldt was sitting on the small wooden table in front of the tent, playing a dice game with Cuthbet, the liaison left behind by Julian. They both held a device in their hands. Wooden cup full of ale.
"Sir, please allow me to interrupt you..."
Before the bald Odette finished speaking, the school officer Heraldt, who had his back turned to him, roughly slapped the wooden cup onto the small wooden table. The wine splashed everywhere, and he roared angrily: "Here we go again. , here it comes again! Damn it, this is already the third time I’ve been interrupted from the game. If you don’t give me a good reason, but for a trivial matter, I swear I will peel your skin off. Got it!"
"Baron Simon has set off." Bald Odette said with sweat dripping from his forehead and staring at his toes.
"What?" Colonel Heraldt threw the dice he was holding on the table and stood up. "How many people did he bring?"
"Two knights, two crossbowmen, two cavalry, and nearly twenty infantrymen," Bald Odette glanced at the fragrant wine on the table, licked his chapped and peeling lips and continued, "Everyone Everyone was wearing chainmail and fully armed.”
"What the hell, this is the first time I've seen a baron bring so many people to a banquet." Colonel Heraldt sat back on the tree stump with rings of growth rings, "This Simon is really a coward. A guy who is like a rat and cherishes his life like gold, I think he is not going to attend a wedding banquet in Tonisburg, but he is going to lead his troops to flatten it!"
Cuthbet drank the remaining wine in the glass in one gulp, and his face was so gloomy that water dripped from his face. He knew that the forty former aristocratic private soldiers under Colonel Heraldt could definitely deal a big blow to Simon's troops, but it would be almost impossible to take Simon's life.
"Hey," Colonel Heraldt looked at Cuthbet and knocked on the table with his hand, causing Cuthbet to raise his head, "You and your lord don't want to kill that man named Simon. Baron? I dare say that I cannot kill him with my strength alone. Maybe you can ask your lord to borrow some soldiers, and we can work together to prevent them from seeing the sun again tomorrow!"
"No, what if..." Cuthbet refused without thinking, but was immediately interrupted by the school officer Heralt.
"I know your worries," Colonel Heraldt tilted his head and said nonchalantly, "You are worried that if Simon is not dead, but instead recognizes your lord's private soldiers among the attackers, aren't you? "
Cuthbet nodded.
"Then bring more soldiers to ensure that no one of them survives," Colonel Heraldt laughed cruelly, "After all, dead people cannot tell the truth, and the truth is fabricated by living people. !”
"It makes sense. I will report it to my lord." Cuthbert placed the cup on the small wooden table and stood up from the tree stump. However, he suddenly remembered something and locked his eyes on the bald Odette. On the body, "By the way, have you found Carruth?"
"Sorry, I almost turned the place upside down, but I couldn't find any trace of him." Bald Odette spread his hands helplessly.
"I know." Cuthbet took a deep breath, shook his head, and walked towards the place where he tied his horse outside the camp.
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Simon didn't know that he had escaped a premeditated assassination. On the contrary, he was still wondering why the journey was unexpectedly smooth.
After only two days of journey, Simon and his party arrived at the Kempen Valley Territory safely.
Lange's current focus of rule is in his new territory. This is the first reason why he decided to hold the wedding in Tonysburg. The second reason is because the previous baron restored the castle very well, at least the castle hall here. It is much more magnificent than the hall in Dorstenberg.
Along the way, Simon found that the villages in the Kempen Valley territory seemed to be wealthier than the villages in the surrounding territories. This could be seen from the ruddy face of the people in the territory.
However, the fat man said that this was all the result of the previous lord here. Lange has spent every penny on himself since he took office. His concept is the same as that of most nobles-the people only need to be responsible for paying taxes. Enough.
However, Simon also saw some unusual changes. When they passed by a village called Urtez, Simon unexpectedly discovered a "Halloween Pit" in the fields that was identical to the one in his territory.
When they were resting in the village tavern, the tavern clerk enthusiastically answered Simon's doubts. It turned out that their lord was originally a meritorious cavalryman of the Dorsten family. During the battle of Deburg, he discovered a method to increase production in Simon's territory, so after he was canonized as a knight, he decided to implement this method in his fief territory.
"I want to know what the local priest thinks of this matter?" Simon asked curiously.
"In the first two years, the priest was resolutely opposed to it. The lord did not want to have a quarrel with the priest, so he always persuaded the priest to go to Fordeburg to see God's miracles in person," the man said while wiping the wooden cup with a rag and leaning on it. Looking at the counter, he said, "Until the priest's ears were almost calloused, he finally went to Fordeburg a few months ago. When he came back, he seemed to be a changed person who was originally stubborn. Not only did he agree with The lord promoted this fertilizer and kept mumbling about it every day, saying that he had seen God’s miracles with his own eyes.”
Simon nodded, and the man continued to go about his business.
Simon thought that when he promoted farmyard manure to increase production under the guise of God's blessing, he knew that sooner or later this method would come to fruition everywhere and would no longer be his unique advantage.
But he didn't care. Even if the grain production in the surrounding territories has increased significantly, he does not have to worry about not making money. On the contrary, this way he will have more raw materials, and he can use the efficient hydraulic mills in the territory to obtain more Flour, flour is much more valuable than grain.
As for the cost, both his allies and his enemies at least filled the bellies of his own people. Regardless of anything else, this can be regarded as saving many people who are still struggling with hunger. This is undoubtedly a meritorious deed worthy of being remembered by history.
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