"Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong..."
Against the backdrop of a large group of magnificent sunset clouds on the horizon, the long closing bell rang in Tonisburg in the distance.
The low wooden fence on the outside was already lit with firelight. On the land that was gradually covered by darkness, Tonisburg was as dazzling as a vibrant firefly.
Simon and his party passed by many farmers returning home with torches on the roadside. Unsurprisingly, they chattered like ducks about Count Lange's upcoming wedding and whether the new count would ask them. Imposing a hefty marriage tax.
"Hey, I heard that Miss Josephine is the daughter of the leader of the barbarian tribe." A thin farmer started the joke without hesitation.
"Don't worry, her father, Count Wolfe, was not dressed as a barbarian when he came to visit last time." The old farmer on the side took off the dog's tail grass in his mouth. People dress up, hahahaha!”
"Hahahahahahaha!" Several farmers nearby laughed loudly.
"There are nobles!"
It wasn't until a farmer who noticed Simon and his party tugged on their clothes timidly that the wanton laughter disappeared.
Simon rode his horse, glanced at the farmers who were hiding on the side of the road and didn't even dare to breathe, and shook his head in amusement.
barbarian? They should be referring to the Celtic-style clothing left by Earl Wolfe and his subjects, but what they don't know is that one day, when the enemy captures their homeland, the last person to come to support the rescue will be They are the powerful "barbarian" allies.
There are not many things that can excite these ignorant farmers. One of them is ostracizing outsiders and commenting on their so-called strange places.
"My lord, my lord," a local young guard hurriedly opened the door of the guard room beside the castle wall and shouted to the captain of the guard who was napping on the pile of rushes, "there is a strange nobleman outside the castle with his A group of well-equipped soldiers are coming towards the castle gate!" 877 Chinese website
"Go away, Popile," the guard captain casually smashed the big wooden wine glass stuck to the ground at the young guard, "Are you a loser? Are there not enough strange nobles visiting with soldiers these days? "
"No, sir," the young guard Pobil was obviously flustered and forgot to mention the main point. "That strange nobleman and his men were wearing robes with the coat of arms of the Dorsten family. !”
"Well," the guard captain sat up, patted his back covered with rush residue, thought for a while and said, "Don't stop them, let them in. Let the clever Jacques follow and keep an eye on them."
"Sir, I don't understand. Who are they?" The young local guard was confused.
"** Bu Li Shi is the earl's younger brother, Baron Simon, a villain who covets Lord Lange's title." The captain of the guard said scornfully.
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When Simon arrived at the gate of the castle, he did not encounter the cross-examination and difficulties he expected. Instead, the guards were unexpectedly crisp and neat. At the wave of the fort wall guard, the originally closed castle gate was slowly opened.
Tonisburg is a typical example of this era of wooden castles. It was situated on an easily defensible hillside, surrounded by a low wall of pointed logs to protect his outer courtyard, which contained a blacksmith shop and stables.
In the inner courtyard, protected by taller wooden walls and tower bastions, there are the lord's residence, granary and treasury.
What makes Tonisburg even more outstanding than Dorstenburg is that the tower of the villa where the lord lives is half a circle larger.
Don't underestimate the gap of half a circle, the impression this brings to the guests is too great. Simon's intuitive feeling was that Lange's Lord's Hall was bright and spacious. He also saw a beautiful tapestry praising Christ and the Dorsten family coat of arms flag woven from brightly dyed fabric displayed on the wall.
Simon had to admit that neither of his two castles was more luxurious than this.
Gu Nao, but this is not what Simon cares about. What he cares about is the development of his territory and the growth of his strength. Once he has powerful force, these embellishments that will be worthy of his status in the future will naturally come to his door.
"Baron Simon, my brother."
Lange, who had just finished a large glass of red wine from a silver-inlaid wine glass at the main seat, heard the call of the soldiers outside the door and saw the familiar figure walking in. So he put down the wine glass and revealed a man who looked at Simon. With a smile that couldn't be more fake, he stood up and walked slowly towards Simon.
"Long time no see, Count Lange," Simon's answer was short and simple. He looked around the hall and continued, "Your new castle looks good."
"Thank you for your generous praise. Your arrival has really made my shabby castle shine!" Lange said, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
Simon didn't understand why Lange suddenly became so humble and polite. He used to be an arrogant guy who wanted to look at people with his nostrils.
"I brought a gift for you," Simon waved to the fat man behind him, who called on the servants to carry the thick and large wolf hair carpet into the castle hall, "I hope you will like it."
"What a big carpet." The guests at the dining table exclaimed in admiration, and some nobles whose sight was blocked stood on tiptoe to take a closer look.
The wolfskin rug was held respectfully by three handymen standing in a row with both hands. The fur looked very soft, and the gray was mixed with a little white. Lange walked up and put his hand on the carpet, stroking it as he walked. His face that had just regained its coldness revealed an invisible smile.
"This is a special gift. I will put it in my hall." Langer raised his head slightly and walked back to his throne as he spoke.
"That's perfect." Although Simon was a little disappointed, he still had to act as if nothing had happened.
Simon originally thought that Lange would put it in his bedroom. After all, fur carpets are warmer than rushes. However, what he didn't expect was that Lange is now keen on collecting all kinds of luxury goods that can show his identity. Then he placed it in his lord's hall to show off to every visitor.
As a result, the advantages of the wolfskin carpet, which is silent when stepped on and suitable for assassination, are completely lost.
Lange was not the King of Qin, and the assassin sent by Simon was not Jing Ke. He had no intention of assassinating Lange on his throne in broad daylight.
"Please take a seat, Baron Simon." Langer made a gesture of invitation to Simon, who sat on the empty seat in the long trestle table.
Spring is not a suitable season for entertaining guests, as Simon can tell from the slightly plain food on the table. This year's lambs and calves have not yet grown up, and what is now on the table is just some bacon and cheese, so Lange makes up for this with more generous drinks. Fortunately, the nobles at the table all drink to their heart's content.
At the dinner table, Simon listened more than he spoke.
Simon was more interested in the information revealed when the nobles were chatting and bragging than prematurely exposing his intentions to the other barons in the United Principality at this table and in front of Lange.
There was nothing new in the content of their chats. They were nothing more than which noble resented which noble, who got a windfall, who asked a craftsman to make a good sword, whose girl was more beautiful, and all kinds of unsightly gossip. Rumors.
Simon was a little curious as to why the Duke of Cologne did not come. Baron Winter, who was sitting next to him, wiped his mouth with a handkerchief elegantly and told him that the Duke had gone to Dresden at the invitation of Prince Otto a while ago and had not come back yet. However, the wedding gift he prepared for Lange has been delivered to Lange by his knight.
"The noble guardian of the mountains, Count Wolff, the Wolf of Vitral, is here with his family members!"
Hearing the loud call from the guard at the tower door, everyone stopped talking. Everyone turned their heads in unison and looked in the direction of the door.
Everyone wanted to catch a glimpse of the bride. After all, most nobles had never seen Miss Josephine, Baron Wolfe’s youngest daughter. As early as in the rumors of courting noble boys, she was described as a bathing flower. Roses in the white moonlight.
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