In Simon's impression, when Count Wolfe was still a baron, he always liked to wear a thick blue-green plaid and a fur cape, looking very much like a tribal leader.
But now he is different from before. As an earl of a feudal principality, he has begun to pay attention to his image.
When the door was opened, Count Wolfe, who had his back to the last trace of the dark red setting sun in the distance, walked slowly into the hall of the tower wearing a bright red costume and a pair of finely crafted aristocratic pointed leather shoes.
At this time, Simon finally understood why the farmers said that he was dressed as a "recently civilized barbarian" - Count Wolfe still retained his arrogant and unruly beard, and wore a Mountain scale armor with gold-plated decoration.
Perhaps this is what Earl Wolfe understands as nobility and fashion. Although it is still a bit strange in the eyes of these nobles whose families have been inherited since the Frank Empire, it does not affect their enthusiasm for this powerful new earl.
The young man who stepped into the hall at almost the same time as Count Wolfe was his eldest son and heir Fenagan. There was a ferocious knife mark on his face, which stretched from the left cheek to the wing of his nose, which made him look more handsome. A somewhat ferocious atmosphere.
"This is not an easy guy to deal with." Simon held the wine glass and said in his heart while looking at Fernagan.
Fenagan is the oldest, most mature, most capable, most capable, and most beloved son among Count Wolfe's many sons. He fought alone two years before Count Loon claimed that the war broke out in the Earl of Berg. He left home and went on a journey.
At that time, he said that he wanted to use his own strength to prove to his father that he had the ability to protect himself and the noble character of a leader. Facts have proved what he said. When he returned to the wooden castle where he grew up a year ago, he brought back a long and ferocious "Medal of Honor" on his face, as well as twenty people who had gone through ups and downs and had great respect for him. A loyal swordsman.
Most of the nobles in the hall had heard of Fenagan's deeds. They did not despise him because he was not a knight. The nobles respected brave and brave people, and Fenagan was the Earl of Wolfe. A well-known warrior in China, there is a high probability that his future achievements will not be inferior to those of his father.
Following Earl Wolfe and Finnagan were Earl Wolfe's wife Gisha and her daughter Miss Josephine.
Miss Josephine inherited her father's genes--she was tall and somewhat large-boned. Even so, because she was well served by her servants, her figure remained slender compared to the bulky waists of the commoner girls outside who were born to do heavy work.
She had brown and reddish hair, delicately braided into buns by her maids. This popular hairstyle in the Middle Ages does not look good to Simon. The two thick braids on the left and right cover the ears, making Josephine's jaw appear a bit wide, but her delicate features and the confident temperament she exudes all the time. Makes up for it.
She is indeed a girl full of charm, a girl who makes many young aristocratic suitors flutter.
The nobles at the table discussed quietly, and some young nobles looked disappointed, while Lange, who was sitting on the lord's throne, smiled with satisfaction. He thought that Miss Josephine, who was about to become his wife, looked beautiful. And being tough, she will definitely give birth to a healthy and lively heir for herself soon.
Thinking of this, Langer couldn't help but glance at Simon who was sitting at the dining table. He wanted to read the look of jealousy from Simon's eyes, but to his disappointment Simon did not. He was currently talking to Baron Winter who was sitting next to him. We are having a great time talking.
The banquet was still in progress. Count Wolfe and Finnagan sat on the guest chairs closest to Lange on the long trestle table. The men continued to drink and brag, while Lange's fiancée Joseph Miss Feeney and her mother entered the guest room on the first floor of the tower.
Several strong soldiers entered the tower one after another. They carried several wooden boxes with fine workmanship and seemed to be extremely heavy into the guest room. Simon guessed that they were Miss Josephine's dowry, but according to tradition, these dowries would be delivered in what date. The queen handed it over to Lange in person on her wedding day.
"Simon," Baron Winter noticed that Simon was a little distracted, "I think it may be time for you to find a girl to spend the rest of your life with."
"Thank you for your kind reminder, Baron Winter." Simon smiled politely.
"Just call me Winter from now on." Baron Winter, like his nickname White Feather, gives people a clean and humble feeling. "It seems that you already have your own plan."
"That's right, Winter." Simon smiled knowingly at Baron Winter.
Whenever a noble asked about Simon's other half, their questions always contained secrecy and straightforwardness. For some boring guys with low emotional intelligence, perhaps inquiring about other people's lives in detail is their biggest challenge. The source of happiness.
But Baron Winter is different. Perhaps because of his humble background, he is the most observant and humble person among the nobles at the table. Every time he spoke, Simon felt as if he had already prepared something in advance.
At least for Simon, there was never any discomfort in talking to Baron Winter, and their friendship was almost sealed on this trestle table.
The banquet was very late, and a stag had been roasted on a skewer on the kitchen fire all day. The venison roasted with hairy beech wood had a unique smoky aroma. Unfortunately, When it was served, everyone's stomachs could no longer hold any more food, and it was full of wine sloshing around.
The guests were full of wine and food, and everyone was satisfied. Even the most picky nobles could not find fault in Lange's reception today. If we insist on saying so, it can only be because the arrival of Miss Josephine made the young aristocratic boys both envious and jealous.
Before the wedding, the noble barons were arranged to live in bungalows in the castle grounds.
This house was previously occupied by important courtiers of the previous baron. Now Lange sent people to repair it as much as possible. For example, it was covered with new rushes, provided with comfortable blankets for the barons to sleep, and Each window was equipped with an airtight wolfskin curtain... All in all, although it still seemed a bit crude, this was the best that Lange could provide the barons.
"Winter, I want to get some air, do you want to come with me?" Simon said to the slightly drunk Baron Winter who was sitting on the blanket.
"Of course, let's go." He stood up and walked out of the house with Simon.
The two took out two burning torches from the brazier at the door of the house, which were essential items when walking in the dark. One after the other they walked towards the castle wall stairs.
"Wynter, I guess you have noticed," Simon said as if chatting, but the content was very serious, "In other words, all the barons in the duchy who are directly subordinate to the Duke have also noticed something - Lang The marriage between Earl Ge and Earl Wolf will bring about a series of unpredictable results."
"Really?" Winter looked a little confused. In fact, he already knew what Simon was going to say to him. He pretended to be questioning, but he just didn't want to appear too smart, which would bring him some discomfort. necessary trouble
"Of course, I think all of us should know what this means," Simon decided not to be pretentious, he said bluntly, "If either of the two earls forged the claim of our barony, and was related by marriage. The armies they have allied themselves with will crush us mercilessly and defeat us one by one in the near future."
"What you said makes sense." Winter nodded. A gust of wind blew and the torches in their hands swayed. Simon couldn't see the expression on his face clearly.
"We need to unite," Simon looked directly into Baron Winter's eyes. "The power of a baron is like a lamb to be slaughtered in front of them, but the power of a group of barons is enough for them to think carefully before going to war. Weigh your own strength.”
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