"Baron Simon, dining in your hall is really boring," Lange chewed the rabbit meat. Judging from his expression, he was obviously very satisfied with the taste of this delicacy, but he couldn't help but think Picking out some bones from the egg, "Don't you have a clown for your entertainment?"
As Count Lange spoke, he glanced at the fat man Hoffman next to him, intentionally or unintentionally.
Of course Simon knows what he means. He wants Simon to appoint Fatty as his court jester for everyone's entertainment, which will also worsen the relationship between Fatty and Simon.
"Ha, there is no clown serving me at the moment, because I have a talented bard beside me." Simon raised his head slightly, expressing disdain for Lange's despicable alienation trick.
"A little bird once told me that his name was Ludwig, right?" Lange's playful eyes seemed to tell Simon that he was in control of Simon's every move.
"Yes. But more than this, I'm more curious about who the little bird who told you the news is and where it is now." Simon looked at Lange meaningfully.
"It's not important," Langer felt a little uncomfortable. The informant who told him the news a year ago has been missing for a long time. Julian once said that he had most likely died in an unknown corner, " Can you ask him to come over and sing some hymns for us?" He changed the subject.
"Of course, but he lives near Esbaiburg on the other side of the river. By the time he receives the news and arrives at Fort Ford, I guess you will have already fallen asleep." Simon shrugged.
"What a shame. Anyway, this is a boring meal." Lange spit out the rabbit leg bone under the table and burped.
"Thank you for the compliment." Simon drank the last red wine in the glass and wiped his mouth with a napkin.
"You like to make sarcastic remarks now."
"That depends on how you understand what I said."
"You have never been polite."
"Maybe you're the only one who thinks so."
"..."
Lange was silent for a while. The few glasses of red wine he drank made his face a little red and his head a little dizzy. He seemed to be thinking about something. After a while, he thought of the purpose of his coming here, so he looked at Simon again on the main seat: "I think I need to give an explanation to the survivors of Fieldhausen Ranch."
"Whatever you want, just say it." Simon didn't like Lange's mincing words, so he stopped dealing with him in vain and said straight to the point.
"Very good," Langer was interrupted by Simon's unreasonable bluntness. He paused and said, "You have to hand over the four Magyar prisoners of war to me. I will send them to Dorstenburg." They were burned in front of the church to calm the people’s panic.”
Simon couldn't help laughing again. How could he have such a shameless and greedy brother who always wanted to take away the fruits of his victory without paying any price.
Capturing the heretics alive and burning them to death after the clergy's trial would not only improve their reputation, but also gain the favor of the church. If Lange was not moved by such a good thing, he would not be Lange.
But now, his tone sounded like he was giving orders to his servants. Perhaps he still thinks that he is the head of the Dorsten family and has a strong restraint on Simon.
"I refuse. I also have to give an explanation to my people." Simon didn't like being pointed out condescendingly by Lange.
"Believe me, your people don't need it," Lange said with a hint of sullenness in his cold words, "Your Fort Feldt is intact, but my Fieldhausen Ranch has suffered heavy losses."
"No, this is not the reason for you to take away those prisoners of war," Simon's refusal was as cold and hard as the stone walls of the ancient empire. "My soldiers suffered heavy casualties in the battles of the pagans. They urgently need to see the pagans suffer justice." Judgment to soothe their souls.”
"Then you have to give me at least half." Count Lange knew that he was wrong and took a step back.
"If I agree, what will you give in exchange?" Simon's eyes became sharp.
Count Lange was speechless for a moment. It seemed that he had exposed his greedy and arrogant nature - he didn't even think about giving Simon anything in exchange, he just wanted to spend nothing or the least amount of money. to get what he wants at a price.
"The lives of heathens are as cheap as trash and worthless at all. Even if you leave them all to me, you won't lose anything." Lange said shamelessly.
"When you burn them to death, their lives become meaningful and valuable," Simon sneered, unceremoniously revealing Lange's inner calculation, "Otherwise, as you said, aliens A believer’s life is worse than a weed on the roadside, even if I don’t give it to you, you haven’t lost anything.”
"Stop playing word games with me. You can always turn black into white and white into black." Langer was a little angry. He now fully understood that he couldn't make Simon understand the truth. Deflated, "Since you are so unkind, it seems that I can only use Denier silver coins in exchange for prisoners of war."
"I will give you at most two prisoners of war, each with ten Denier silver coins." Simon would not miss this opportunity.
"Why don't you go and rob?" Count Lange almost shouted, but he tried hard to suppress the exclamation that surged into his throat and said as calmly as possible: "It's not worth it. Two Denier silver coins each are The highest price I’ll tolerate.”
"When the priests and bishops of the diocese praise you, you will know that it is all worth it." Simon said confidently. Anyway, the pagan prisoners of war were in his hands, and Lange could not snatch them away.
"Five Denier silver coins for each prisoner of war. I warn you, Baron Simon, don't push yourself too far. I decided to pay these two lives for the sake of the poverty of your territory and the fact that we all share the same blood." The infidels spend so much money."
Count Lange's three knights and Fatty Hoffman looked on dumbfoundedly at the two noble adults bargaining for the lives of the heretics. Just a moment ago, they kept saying that this was to appease the people, and in the blink of an eye, It became a business.
In the end, Lange paid Simon twelve deniers silver coins and took away two Magyar prisoners of war.
Simon was not interested in what Lange would do with the prisoners of war in the future. At least, he gained real benefits and successfully sent Lange away - the latter promised to leave with the army after dawn tomorrow.
The happiest people were undoubtedly Lange's soldiers. They had just marched a short distance and were stationed outside Fort Verde. They ate the black bread provided by Simon and lay on the blankets provided by Simon. They did not have to bleed or even die in battle. and return home with victory and two pagan captives.
This may be the easiest recruitment in their lives. This is not considered military service, but an outing.
"God bless!"
"Thank you Lord for your protection!"
In the strange eyes of the messenger, Lange's serf soldiers began to put their hands together and thank God. They obviously believed that their prayers before setting off for the expedition came true. This was God's mercy and arrangement for them.
When the dawn of the next day burned the sky red, awakened the sun, and returned the earth to its light, Count Lange, surrounded by his knights, rode his horse slowly out of the village gate of Fordeburg.
In addition to the reins, he also held a long rough hemp "dog leash" in his hand. At the end of the "dog rope" were two dirty and embarrassed Magyar prisoners of war, which Lange bought for twelve Denier silver coins. Their function was to be burned to death so that Lange could win over the people. Prestige and favor with the church, that's all.
Today is also a special day for Foldburg. Today Father James will judge the heretics, and Simon will distribute the spoils to the soldiers and award the brave warriors.
However, it is worth mentioning that when most of Simon's soldiers were drinking, eating and celebrating their victory in the tavern in Fort Verde last night, an inconspicuous figure quietly left the tavern.
He took advantage of the cover of night to blend in with the soldiers delivering supplies to Lange's army. When he successfully left the village gate, he quickly disappeared into the dense forest and walked toward the daytime battlefield without fear.
Even though he was so cautious, he was still stared at by a pair of eyes.
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