"After crossing this small bridge, you will soon reach the outpost set up by Baron Simon in the north of Esbaiburg." Huerta saw a creek that felt quite familiar to him, and he realized that he was about to You can get home safely.
He carried nearly thirty Denier silver coins in his arms, and the heavy weight of the purse on his waist made every pore of his body breathe the fresh air of the forest happily.
Huerta has even begun to plan in her mind how to spend the money - well, first order five large and strong new wooden barrels from the carpenter, and then ask them to build a comfortable big bed for herself , ask the grocer in the village of Kooser to order yourself a comfortable pillow stuffed with feathers.
He also wants to drink the best quality wine that only nobles and big businessmen can afford, and he also has to go to the bathhouses in Cologne to choose the most beautiful bathhouse maids to serve him. Of course, this cannot be discovered by Fat Betty. .
"I'm going to give Melly a good beating, that little bitch, she must have been lazy while I was away!" After thinking about it, Herta thought of the Celtic slave girl in his tavern, and she suddenly became angry. But as soon as he got out, he hit his palm with his fist.
Herta appears to be friendly and kind, but underneath his hidden appearance, he is actually a vicious and cruel person. People like him have to vent the bad energy accumulated in their hearts every day, otherwise it will make them feel as uncomfortable as staying in purgatory. Therefore, Herta, who bullies the weak and fears the strong, will vent on poor Mellie almost every day, at least with words. Insult, or even punch or kick.
Of course, under normal circumstances, he would not slap Mellie. In his opinion, if the face of a beautiful Welsh slave girl is covered with ugly palm prints, scars and whip marks, which customer would be willing to consume this special item from him?
Suddenly, the mercenary leader in chainmail who was walking at the front shot out a ball of blood mist from his neck.
Before Herta could react to what had happened, several more arrows flew quickly and stuck in the bodies of the mercenaries wearing armed uniforms in no particular order.
The thin armed clothes were as vulnerable to arrows as linen clothes. The mercenaries who still had a pile of trophies in their hands screamed and fell to the ground, letting blood spurt out. Their whole bodies were convulsed with pain. .
Huerta turned over and jumped out of the carriage. To his horror, almost at the same time, an arrow with trembling tail wings was inserted into the carriage chair where he had just been sitting.
"Damn it, he ran into the forest next to the road, catch him!" Little Klein shouted anxiously.
The reason why they who were ambushing on the roadside took care of the mercenaries first was because these guys all carried shields on their backs and had certain fighting skills. If the mercenaries were to react, everything would become very difficult.
After all, their goal was to leave no one alive, but they had limited manpower, only six archers, so they had to prioritize high-threat targets.
Now the most threatening mercenaries are dead and injured, and no one is capable of fighting anymore. This means that the archers can hunt down the frightened "wild deer" in Herta without any scruples. This is extremely easy for these experts who hunt in the forest every day. Something happened.
Hurtard fled in panic in the forest. He used the most foul words in his heart to insult the damn "green forest bandits", but at the same time, he also kept praying, hoping that those "green forest bandits" would get his Don’t come after you again after getting the goods.
It's a pity that Herta thought wrong from the beginning. These "green forest bandits" had no interest in his goods. Their goal was very clear - they were here to take Herta's life.
"Whoosh!"
"puff!"
An arrow was accurately inserted into Herta's right thigh. The latter covered his leg in pain and held on to the big tree next to him. His tenacious desire to survive allowed him to endure the severe tearing sensation in his right leg. He limped forward, but soon, a second arrow pierced his left leg. Huerta, who lost his center of gravity, could no longer walk and could only lie on the grass and let others go like a fish on a chopping board. Slaughter.
"Good gentlemen, please spare my life. I can give you as much money as you want!" Hearing someone walking towards him, Herta endured the pain and turned over, facing the person in pain. Begged for mercy.
"We don't want money," little Klein curled his lips sarcastically, "and we don't want your goods."
Herta saw the face of the visitor clearly, and immediately opened his mouth in surprise. Then, his surprise turned into endless anger and a look of innocent confusion.
"We only want your life." Sir Bill added next to him.
"Why?" Herta's forehead was dripping with beads of sweat. "I didn't know that Baron Simon's men actually started to work as bandits in the green forest, specializing in attacking passers-by on the business road! He is What a hypocritical scoundrel!"
"Is there something wrong with your brain, poor thing?" Little Klein stepped forward and threw the short ax next to Herta's hand far away. Now Herta had completely lost his ability to threaten, "You didn't hear clearly. Is that what we said? We don’t want anything, just your life!”
"What did I do to deserve such inhumane pursuit?" Herta said with a hurt look on her face. "I am a law-abiding tavern owner. I am absolutely loyal to Lord Simon. Look at the five barrels on my carriage. Beer, these are all gifts prepared for Lord Baron Simon. Someone must have said bad things about me and slandered me in the Baron’s ears, which caused such a misunderstanding, isn’t it, guys?”
"Shut up, no one here believes the nonsense you are saying," Sir Bill raised the corners of his mouth, "Would you like us to help you recall the sweet time you spent with Baron Luke?"
"Who is Baron Luke? What are you talking about? I don't know," Huerta was instantly frightened. The look on his face betrayed him. Looking at the playful smiles of the archers, he knew that sophistry would be useless. He had no possibility of continuing to live, "Well, I am working for Baron Luke, just like you, you are working for Baron Simon. We are not different in essence, but we are loyal to different masters. That’s all.”
"I'm glad you recognized this and opened up to us about all this. Do you have any last words?"
"Please let go of my son who is an apprentice in Cologne City and my wife Fat Betty. They have nothing to do with this matter and have no connection with Baron Luke." Herta begged.
"You lying coward, do you think we will still believe your lies?"
"God is my witness!" Herta put her blood-stained hands on her chest and said, "If what I just said is even half a lie, then I will be punished by going to hell and suffering the fire of hell day and night. The burning!”
The archers looked at each other.
"Okay, we believe you. Since you cooperate so well, I will give you a treat. In our original plan, for a treacherous spy like you, we would tie you up and cover you with rags. Stop your mouth and bury it alive in the dirt."
"Thank you for your kindness, I'm very grateful for it!" Herta, who knew his fate, became calm. Compared with the endless pain and torture, the moment of pain was a kind of relief for him.
After dealing with Huerta, the archers began to clean up the traces of the attack on these people. They led the carriage to the dense forest, untied the reins in a hidden place, and drove away the horses.
Then, they dragged the bodies of the mercenaries into the woods one by one, and then used the shovels they had prepared to dig away the blood-stained soil on the road. No passer-by would scrutinize a suddenly potholed road; they would uneasily speed away to avoid getting into trouble.
"This chain mail armor is quite good." Sir Bill took off the chain mail armor of the mercenary leader with difficulty, pulled out the arrow from his neck, and then helped him close his unwilling eyes. .
"Uncle Bill, these are things of unknown origin and can easily cause trouble for us." Little Klein learned a lot from Father James. "But you can put it away when no one is around when you go back." Go to the armory in the village of Dihays and mix it with the other armor so no one will suspect it and question it."
"Good idea. Also, what to do with the five barrels of beer?"
"We could hide in the forest and drink our fill in one sitting, and then go back. The beer is obviously Herta's and we can't take it back, no matter how convincing we explain it, it would put us at odds with Huerta’s death will be involved, which will affect Lord Simon’s reputation.”
"What a pity for these sweet beers," Bill shook his head helplessly, "What about the coins on Herta and these mercenaries? You know, the dead can't use these things."
"Of course, put it in our own pockets," little Klein laughed slyly. "Who can know exactly how much money is in your pocket and find out their source?"
"Well, that makes sense," Sir Bill nodded in agreement, "No matter what, let's dig a hole and bury them all first. Exposing corpses in the wilderness is really cruel to them."
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At the same time, at the river crossing dock in the village of Kooser, a pale-faced Father James got off the boat with difficulty with the help of soldiers.
His front feet had just touched the land, and before he had taken two steps, his back feet squatted by the river and vomited. It seemed that his seasickness was not getting any better.
"Father," the soldier escorting him came over and patted him on the back, trying to make him feel better, "Why don't you take a rest first and then go see the Baron."
"I'm fine," Father James wiped the corners of his mouth with his sleeve and took a deep breath. "Let's go. Sir Simon is still waiting for my good news."
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