Everyone who lives in the village of Esbai knows that Huerta, the owner of the Stump Tavern, goes north to restock at the end of every month.
In the past, Herta liked to talk about what she saw and heard in the Earl of Held after returning from purchasing goods. However, it is said that the supplier of smoked fish and fish oil to him often suffered a disaster during the war between the two principalities. This will He couldn't even find his body, so now he has been buying goods in the Principality of Flanders.
Some people are curious about where Huerta's new purchase location is and who his new supplier is, but Huerta seems to have been avoiding this question. Whenever someone asks, he will stop smiling and say seriously that this is his No one can disclose the livelihood work, and no one takes it seriously.
Unexpectedly, Herta would quietly start selling stolen goods now. Little Klein sat on the edge of the tavern, secretly observing this dishonest guy. He was chatting with the drinking soldiers, and the topics were just the same old ones - war, women, money.
But today, he seemed particularly interested in the battle with the Magyars, and even gave the two militiamen sitting at the counter a glass of fruit wine for free, hoping that they could tell more details.
The drunken militiaman's tongue became louder. He boasted that he had killed no less than ten Magyars. Some pagans knelt on the ground and begged him for mercy, but he smashed the heads of the beggars with the hammer of justice.
Huerta was obviously not interested in the grandiose things these drunkards said. He did not echo the laughter of the other soldiers, but just grinned in a pretentious manner, and then asked more questions, such as the casualties of Simon's army. , the casualties of the Magyars, the loot obtained by Simon, etc.
Little Klein didn't drink much, and his mind was still clear. He thought Herta was a little strange - a normal tavern owner would mostly joke with the guests in this situation, or expose the braggart. of bullshit instead of asking these questions that clearly have nothing to do with him.
Unless, he is seeking information and is going to pass this information on to someone.
"I think I have to keep an eye on him." Little Klein said to himself.
It was late at night, and now it was getting closer and closer to the curfew time. Herta wiped the wooden wine glass, holding out his fat belly, and asked every drunk guy if he needed a place to stay. Some people didn't know they were really drunk. Still pretending to be drunk, he lay motionless on the wine table, as if he wanted to stay here tonight.
Jimmy, the young man who had stolen the trophy, pulled Mellie, whose face was full of reluctance and disgust, upstairs. Herta quickly shouted to the stairs: "Accommodation and special services add up to five copper coins!"
Little Klein paid for the wine and food and left the tavern, which was as dirty as a pigsty.
Next, it was time for Fat Tina and Herta to clear the place. Of course, they just simply cleaned up and locked the door of the store. As for those drunk guys at the wine table, they would have to pay him a room fee anyway the next morning. This was for He For Erta, it's a sure-fire business. .0m
"My dear, in two days it will be time to restock." Herta dragged her tired body and sat on the edge of the bed, took off her short boots, and got into the bed stuffed with rushes. "This time it will be the same with us. Just like last time, I will first find someone to dispose of the stolen goods, then go to find Baron Kortrijk, and finally return with a lot of fish, meat and oil."
"I think you need to hire a few more helpers this time," Fat Tina turned over, "That young man named Jimmy brought a lot of things, such as silver necklaces, gold rings, heraldic brooches... it's really Everything.”
"Ah ha, these things are certainly worth hiring more helpers to join me in my trip." Huerta listened to the commotion of Jimmy and Mellie in the next room, and a ball of lust arose in his heart. He couldn't help hugging him. He said to his wife, "But before that, we have to do something first."
"I hope you can last more than three minutes this time." Fat Tina looked at him provocatively.
"Shut up, bitch!"
Soon, the same sound as Jimmy's room came from Herta's room. Little Klein, who had been squatting outside the window to eavesdrop, scratched his head thoughtfully and disappeared quietly into the darkness. .
"Baron Luke of Kortrijk? The exiled claimant? Ha, things are getting interesting!"
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Simon's life became boring again. Fortunately, he was accompanied by Fatty Hoffman. Sometimes he would accompany Simon to hunt in the forest, and sometimes he would accompany Simon to hone his sword skills. Of course, the happiest time was when they were at the dinner table. A time to enjoy delicious food and wine.
Father James suggested that Simon should judge the two remaining heretics in the dungeon this Sunday and burn them to death according to God's will. Simon thought that in the end it was him who decided the life and death of these two pagans, but Father James said that this was in accordance with God's will. Logically speaking, wouldn't he become a god?
Of course, this "rebellious" thought can only be hidden in his heart. If he said it out, he doesn't know how much trouble there would be! Simon just nodded and agreed to the proposal, but not long after Father James left, a stranger hurriedly rode to the inner fort of Esbaiburg.
"Lord Simon, the Duke of Cologne's messenger has arrived!" the guard outside the door shouted loudly.
"Let him in."
A messenger who looked somewhat familiar came in. He was wearing the heraldic robe of the Amadeus family, with a well-maintained armed sword hanging from his waist.
"Dear Baron Foldburg, I have brought his greetings and a letter for the Duke." As he spoke, the orderly took out a letter sealed with fire paint from his close-fitting cowhide bag and handed it to him. Gave it to Simon.
"If I remember correctly, your name is Tommy, right?" Simon remembered this young man. When Earl Berg promoted him to Duke of Cologne two years ago, he was the one who sent him the news.
He has a beard on his face. Compared to two years ago, he has lost some of his youthfulness and is more mature.
"Yes, sir, you actually remember me!" Tommy, the messenger, looked a little surprised and touched. He didn't expect that the baron in front of him actually remembered his name.
Of course Simon would not forget him, because he also sent the news that Simon was promoted to baron at that time. It was a day that he would never forget in his life.
"I heard that the Duke went to Dresden some time ago. Since you appear here, it means that he has returned to the Principality of Cologne, right?" Simon sat on the armchair and opened the coat of arms. of paint and opened the letter.
"You are a smart man and your guess is not bad at all."
"Sit down, eat some meat and drink some wine," Simon looked into Tommy's eyes, pointed to the small bench next to the fire pit, then ordered the servant next to him, and then moved his gaze to Tommy, "It's a long way. The messenger who came here, take a good rest and treat this as your home, don’t be restrained.”
Tommy, who was originally generous, became embarrassed, but no lord had ever been so kind to him. Most of the lords just used him as a microphone, looking at him like a homing pigeon. This sudden concern made him feel a little uncomfortable.
A full glass of wine and a charcoal-grilled chicken leg were brought up by the servant and handed to Tommy. The heat from the firepit dried the damp clothes on his body, making him feel comfortable for the first time in months.
Simon nodded with satisfaction. As the saying goes, "The King of Hell is easy to meet, but the devil is difficult to deal with." As long as you give some respect and a little care to the messengers around the Duke, they will be full of gratitude to you, and you will be able to get more from them. So much unknown intelligence and information.
Although he doesn't want to please the Duke like a dog, at least some information can make him prepare in advance. For example, he will not stir up trouble when the Duke is angry, nor will he add icing on the cake when the Duke is happy. Fighting a well-prepared battle is the best. OK
He and Tommy talked about the Duke's trip to Dresden, but Tommy's tone became serious when he said this: "The residents of Dresden were talking about the King of the Magyars who died in Hungary not long ago. The domestic forces mobilized are very large, and they seem to be preparing to launch a general attack on us."
The city of Dresden is adjacent to Thuringia and Bavaria, which were invaded by the Magyars. Coupled with the busy trade, people there often have the best information.
Thinking of this, Simon read the Duke's letter carefully. He wouldn't know it if he didn't read it. The content in the letter really made him take a breath.
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"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
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Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
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