"The deceiver Lange, the cruel Sir Gretel, no one will believe the lies of you two. Who knows how you will confuse right and wrong in front of the Duke," Baron Winter also took out his broad strokes from his waist. Blade pointed at the two people covered in blood and said, "Now everything is too obvious. You sent Darvill to follow us, but he was caught by us. You are afraid that he will betray you. Maybe He has other shameful secrets, so you and Sir Gretel found a reason to come and kill him, didn't you?"
"Vicious Winter, your nickname is White Feather. I think this is really ridiculous. Your feathers are simply blacker than the charcoal burner's hands," Lange deliberately used a loud voice just to make fun of him. He made a bigger noise and ensured that he would not be inferior to the opponent in terms of momentum, "You can't impose things without evidence on me and my knights. If the nobles of each family who are insulted cannot pull out the sword in their hands to defend Our own reputation, what is the difference between us and civilians? Is there any justice in this?"
"And now, you have drawn your sword for a despicable thief who insulted the earl family, and stood in front of us. You are not willing to let us petition the Duke." Sir Gretel felt that he had a chance to win. He was now very convinced that he had not just won. People heard what Darvill said, "Doesn't this mean something? It's because of your personal grudges and your simple hatred of Count Lange that you made such a move of lowering yourself!"
Winter's face turned a little pale, and the uncontrollable anger was burning his reason - such a shameless and despicable person was arrogantly speaking out here under the pretext of being so justified. They clearly killed people and silenced them in front of everyone, but they also used upright rhetoric to protect the family honor so that no one dared to act rashly.
Even he underestimated Lange's cruelty and shamelessness. He and his knights killed a thief who had offended his family. In everyone's eyes, this was simply a normal thing. Although the thief was his and Simon's prisoner, the Duke would not pursue the Earl Lange and his knights for a lowly thief. After all, they had a "legitimate" reason - the thief insulted him in front of him. The Dorsten family.
Of course, Winter and Simon could also say that they heard clearly what Darvill said and refuted the remarks of Earl Lange and Sir Gretel. However, they have lost the initiative. After all, they are not the closest to Darvill. When Lange asked who had evidence, everyone was in a state of shock. In fact, to be honest, they did not hear it clearly. It is pointless to say this now. Convincing yourself will only bring disgrace to yourself.
Simon also knew that there would definitely be no way for these two guys to be punished today. He stared straight at Lange and couldn't help but wonder what made him what he was now.
"Of course, although this bold and arrogant guy is an insignificant thief, he is the prisoner of the two of you after all." Lange showed a righteous look again, "I am not a stingy person, and I will compensate you. Twelve copper coins for each of you. This is already very generous for the life of an untouchable." Sheng
"If you don't even accept such a generous offer, get out of the way and let us petition the Duke and let the Duke administer justice." Sir Gretel almost laughed in his heart.
The surrounding soldiers with weapons raised were a little undecided after hearing Lange's explanation, and they looked at Simon with questioning eyes. Fatty and Miller gnashed their teeth with hatred, but they still restrained themselves and stood behind Simon, ready for action. Brother Linde and physician Arthuro, who had just treated Darvill, looked sad and looked at the unsightly corpse at the foot of the tree in silence.
Winter also looked at Simon, waiting for his decision - after all, according to Lange and Gretel, Darvill insulted the Dorsten family, and Simon's surname contained Dorsten, which meant he was leaving. A mark that the family cannot erase. So this matter is still related to Simon, and he currently has the greatest say here.
For a moment, Simon felt tremendous pressure. He knew that Langer won this time. If he, as the active party, brought this matter without evidence to the Duke, even if Langer himself was infamous, he would still appear to be unreasonable and there would be no results in the end. He also lowered his reputation.
Moreover, Lange's knight Gretel killed Darvill to "protect the honor of the Dorsten family". If a person with "Dolsten" in his name has no evidence but insists that the "thief" Davill is innocent, this will undoubtedly make him a joke to the entire principality or even the entire kingdom.
Lange had really good intentions this time. He had already set up this deadlock before coming to the camp.
"Since no one else heard clearly what Darvill said," although Simon was very reluctant, he could only hold his nose and accept the fact. Now that the damage had been done, he could only try his best to ensure it on this basis. Don’t lose any more profits, “Let them go.” Sheng
The surrounding soldiers did not put away their weapons, but only stepped back to make way for Earl Lange and Sir Gretel to go out.
Winter looked very unwilling. Only he knew that he would no longer have any illusions or compromise with Lange from now on. Now Lange is no longer a cunning gray wolf, but an extremely dangerous brown bear that requires full concentration and all-out effort.
"I have to say, Simon, my brother, this is one of the few correct decisions you have ever made," Langer laughed arrogantly. "Perhaps, you should also reward Sir Gretel. After all, he defended Damage the reputation of the Dorsten family!"
Sir Gretel on the side patted the scabbard hanging on his belt provocatively. In the scabbard was inserted the armed sword that split Darvill's head in two. Simon suddenly felt like a volcano about to erupt. He forced himself to calm down and secretly vowed in his heart that one day he would send this shameless person to hell.
Simon waved his hand as if to shoo away flies, not wanting to talk to Lange anymore.
Langer snorted in displeasure and said, "You are a white-eyed wolf who knows no good." After saying that, he swaggered out of the camp with his loyal dog Sir Gretel.
"Brother Lange and his knights have been completely controlled by the devil." After Lange and Grete left the camp triumphantly, Brother Linde came to Davill's horrific body, sighed, and faced Simon said. Sheng
"Actually, even if we have evidence today, we can't influence Lange," Sir Winter calmed down and analyzed rationally, "He knows that he is notorious. If he personally kills someone and is exposed by the evidence we have, If he wants to swear an oath in front of the Duke to absolve him, few people will vouch for him, and he will definitely be punished. And the person who committed the murder today was Sir Gretel. If he swore an oath to absolve him, because his lord is Lange, the guarantor will be They are all other nobles under Lange, so he can still get away with it and avoid punishment."
Taking an oath to absolve oneself of crime is a traditional customary law of the ancient Germans. After committing a crime, a noble can swear an oath in front of his lord to prove his innocence, provided that enough colleagues come out to guarantee him.
But it is not so easy for ordinary people to take an oath to absolve themselves of guilt. The priest would tie up the swearer and throw him into the river. If he was drowned, he would be guilty. If he was not drowned, he would be innocent. Or he would make the swearer hold a red iron in his hand. If his hand was burned, he would be guilty. If his hand was not burned, he would be guilty. Not guilty.
Darvill, who was killed today, was the prisoner of Simon and Winter. According to customary law, Sir Gretel had to pay a ransom, the amount of which was determined based on the identity and social status of the victim. For a "thief", Lange is willing to pay a ransom of one Denier silver coin for his knight, which is indeed very generous.
In the afternoon, Count Lange's envoy was ceremonially dressed in blue and white striped ceremonial clothes and a pointed hat with feathers on his head. He held two small wooden boxes in his hands. After explaining his intention to the guards, he handed them over to the guards. The wooden box was dedicated to the two barons.
Simon sat in front of the table in the tent and opened the box. As expected, there were twelve copper coins neatly stacked inside. Now he was a little annoyed - Hans, who was caught, could not identify who was behind the scenes. The people in the homeless camp got the news in advance and ran away without a trace. Even Darvill, who was most likely to know all this, was killed by Lange. He found a reason to come and kill him.
He was very sure that Lange was the mastermind behind all this, but if he wanted to accuse Lange or petition the Duke, he would have to provide evidence that would convince everyone. Sheng
Hans the Wanderer had seen the damned Messenger from afar, but the resemblance in height was no evidence against Lange.
Simon waved to the side, and the servant on standby came to his side and leaned down to obey the order.
"Send a message to Baron Winter - we can release Hans directly after his leg is healed, and then send someone to follow him. If he and other wanderers have a secret meeting place, maybe we can put them there Catch them all in one fell swoop.”
"Okay, sir." The servant nodded and walked out of the tent.
Simon thought this should be the last clue.
But the good news is that now, not many soldiers in the entire military camp are discussing that rumor. Anyone who talks about the same topic every day will get bored.
All talk was now centered on the Magyars, these savages who were advancing much faster than the king had expected in the continuing clear weather. Sheng
The first group of Magyar pioneers had reached the gentle slope on the other side of the river. They raised a bonfire and covered it with fresh leaves. The billowing thick black smoke provided a source of fire for the Magyar army behind. The direction guidance also frightened some timid soldiers.
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