"This place is really nice, it is worthy of being the land where miracles come."

Baron Quinnier looked at the dense forests on both sides of the main road in amazement, as if he was inspecting a forest of his own.

"I don't know why, I've been here for so many years and haven't seen a miracle, but since that damn Simon took over the village, it's like a magic bean planted here..."

Fox said with a frown, riding out of the edge of the forest with Baron Quinier. Both sides of the main road were stumps that had not yet been dug out of the roots. Walking a little further, there were peaceful farmland covered with "white quilts".

"Then it grew savagely into a look that I had never seen before." Looking at the wooden forts and towers on the hills in the distance, and the village of Folder surrounded by solid pointed wooden walls under the hills, Fox was somewhat confused and continued to finish the following sentence.

"It seems you are a little surprised, my friend." Baron Quinier saw the heads scattered on the village wall in the distance. Under the sunlight in the afternoon, the soldiers on the village wall were shining with bright Norman helmets reflected the sunlight, stinging Quinier's eyes like spears, making him squint.

"Yes, it's only been a year, and the changes here are so great." Fox came back to his senses, and his frost-like face began to sternly again.

"Hahaha, don't worry, I hope everything here will get better, because in the end it will become my property!" Baron Quinier opened his arms and laughed.

Fox didn't speak, and a hint of uncapable disgust flashed through the sharp eyes in the shadow of the hood. Then he followed Baron Quinier and laughed loudly: "Yes, dear Lord Quinier, you are the baron who owns this land legally declared. If Simon knew about it, he should disarm now, open the village door, and welcome the real master of this land."

"I think so too. Let's go and meet this Simon."

A mighty army emerged from the cover of the forest, revealing their sharp minions.

Whether it is well-equipped lords, mercenaries with mixed armor, archers and freemen soldiers, or poor serf soldiers wearing simple clothes to protect themselves from cold, everyone at this time was full of energy and seemed to be sure to win.

They tasted the sweetness of the plundering a few days ago. Earl Berg led those timid people to run away when they saw their army, and the resistance they occasionally encountered was as weak as tickling.

In their opinion, this is just another village that is about to be destroyed by them. He just needs to follow the lord and master to successfully attack this "unprepared" village to obtain money, food and women. What a simple thing.

"Um, um, um~"

A long horn sounded, and the knights following the leader Baron Quinier scattered on horseback, gathering their own hands to set up a lineup in the open space outside the range of the archers in the village of Folder.

Baron Quinnier, on horseback, took Fox and two other attendants, rode along the main road toward the south gate of the village of Fold.

"Who are you, my friends, what do you want to come here?" The fat man standing behind the wooden walls at the tip of the village wall shouted loudly to the person riding a horse, his words full of vigilance.

On the main road full of snow, Baron Quinier and his party slowed down and then came down not far from the village gate.

White air kept spewing out of the horse's nose, and his front hooves were restlessly digging the snow on the ground. Even it could feel that the battle was about to break out.

"Hey, look at who that is, isn't that tax collector Fox?" A sharp-eyed soldier identified the slightly fat and familiar figure in bright clothes.

"What, Fox, tax collector? Why is he back?"

For a moment, the soldiers on the village wall and the villagers holding stone-catted ropes under the village wall were talking, only the group of refugee villagers from Cologne were confused and confused at this time.

"Ha, it seems that although I left for a short time, my remaining power was still deeply engraved in the minds of these untouchables!" Fox curled the corners of his mouth, but soon, his stinky face became as green as a plate of flies.

"Fox, you shameless wild dog, have the face to come back? Spit, a stupid stupid thing, I will stab your bulging belly with a spear in this good day of death!" An angry soldier shouted loudly with a sharp spear in his hand.

"It is no exaggeration to say, Fox, you are a piece of dirty boar snot, everyone shouts and beats the rats crossing the street, disgusting feces, stupid eggs in front of God, the stupidest mentally retarded outside heaven..." Some soldiers also began to swear at the abominable figure under the village wall.

"Hey, dear Lord Fox, please ignore them, look here," Hann at the marquee handed the spear in his hand to the old Bowhe next to him, then lifted up his armed clothes and untied his pants. A yellow water column gushed out in the cold and warm white steam, "In fact, what I want to say is that you are not even qualified to suck this thing for me now!"

"Hahahahahahahahahaha!"

"Han, you really are!"

"I'm almost laughing and I'm out of strength."

A burst of laughter filled the village walls of Folder Village.

The silent Baron Quinnier glanced at Fox beside him with a dark face. He had never mentioned to himself how bad his reputation was in the village of Fold. Now, he lost a lot of momentum in his momentum.

"Shut up, shut up everyone! Ask Simon to come out and see our respected Baron Quinier!" A servant behind Baron Quinier shouted at the village wall almost roaring.

Every soldier and archer on the village wall could feel the roar from the bottom of their hearts, but it made them laugh even happier.

"Is this a hurry? It's Sir Simon, Sir! This damn dog-legged guy who doesn't know what respect is." The fat man frowned and gritted his teeth to squeeze out this sentence from his teeth. He was about to reply, but someone gently patted his shoulder from behind.

"I'll do it." Simon clamped the cover helmet under his armpit with one hand, and the other hand that had just patted the fat man's shoulders was re-holding the hilt of his waist and walked to the wall.

"I am Sir Simon from Dorsten. You, Baron Quinier, have you and your army obtained the military pass permit issued by Baron Dorsten before setting foot on my territory?" Simon, standing on the village gate, held his head high and looked at Baron Quinier, Fox and his servants condescendingly.

"You will pay for your arrogance, I promise!" Baron Quinier was furious and thought to himself angrily.

He was very unaccustomed to raising his head like this and talking to a nobleman with a lower title than his own. In his eyes, Simon's arrogant behavior was tantamount to provocation.

In his vision, Simon should open the village door humbly, walk over like a inferior person, raise his head and look up at him riding a tall horse.

This will make him feel that he is respected as a baron.

However, he temporarily put this discomfort in his heart. Obviously, he has more important things to do now.

"I don't have a military pass, and I have no reason to use it, because I am marching on my own territory," Baron Quinier, with a gloomy face turned his head and looked at Fox with a big shoulder bag next to him, "Take it out, show it to them, and read it to them."

"This is the contract between the owners of the Folder village and their old lords when they were in the Principality of Lorraine," Fox said, raising the parchment in his hand high from his bag with the dense Latin written in his hand. "Now the beneficiaries of the contract have resold all their rights to Baron Quinier, and the villagers of the Folder village themselves and all the wealth created by the production belong to Baron Quinier."

"A piece of waste paper! As far as I know, the villagers died in the battlefield at that time on the lord of the Duchy of Upper Lorraine, and no one succeeded him. This means that they had regained their freedom at that moment, and where were there any beneficiaries of the contract?" Simon sneered.

"No, the lord had an illegitimate son, and later he inherited the title, so the contract document is still valid," Fox said, laughing sinisterly, "If so, these serfs belonging to Baron Quinier, as colonists, have reclaimed the land and established the village, so he has a legal claim and title for the village!"

"You shit," the fat man looked anxious and pointed at Fox and scolded loudly, "You traitor who relied on people's power. This land was clearly provided by Baron Dorsten to build a village for refugees, and was granted to him at the enthronement ceremony of Master Simon. Whether in the past, now, or in the future, this land undoubtedly belongs to its only legal owner - Simon from Dorsten."

"I don't care about this. We unanimously regard Baron Dorsten's serfs's at that time to establish a village on this land as a renunciation of ownership of this land." Fox rogue spread his hands on the street.

"No matter how reasonable you seem, you cannot change the fact that it is a fallacy. I am the only legal owner of this land, and it is undisputed." Simon shook his head, unmoved at all.

"It seems that I can only take back my village from you, the old, smelly and stubborn feces, through violent means." Baron Quinier hummed a large piece of white air and said fiercely.

But to others' eyes, he seemed to be so angry that he was smoking on his head.

"Surrender Simon, you have no hope in this situation. If you are willing to give up the village of Folder to Baron Quinier, maybe I will leave my past grudges and plead with Baron Quinier and let him let you go." Fox looked back at the army that had been arranged in the open space, and was full of confidence and shouted at Simon arrogantly.

"Surrender? Ha, we can hold this wall until we die of old age!" Simon couldn't help laughing.

Now I have an eight-meter-high village wall. A trench with pointed wooden stakes inserted in front of the village wall, a newly built catapult corner tower, well-trained soldiers and archers, a large number of catapults, burning hot asphalt and incendiary bombs. Surrender? Even if you don’t die, you have to peel off a layer of skin for you.

"Then wait and see. I will attack you. Don't beg for mercy like a poor betrayal dog!" Baron Quinier said this fiercely, turned his horse's head, and rode back with Fox and his servants.

As the sun sets, Baron Quinier sends people to cut down trees in the forest, preparing to make siege ladders and simple siege cars.

What’s funny is that in order to disgust Simon, he deliberately asked the logging soldiers to cut down trees within the sight of the soldiers in the village of Folder on the edge of the forest.

Simon was not angry because he knew that Baron Quinnier would definitely pay much more for the next period than Simon lost this little tree.

The engineers Quinnier hired had black but sparse hair and wheat-colored skin. They looked like they were raised in the sunny areas along the Mediterranean coast.

Simon suspected that the engineer was just an apprentice in the Kingdom of Italy, and the real big engineer was not something that a little baron like Baron Quinier could afford.

Of course, even if he successfully built a siege car or even a siege tower, Simon still had a way to deal with them.

"Now, I guess the cavalry who delivered the letter has arrived in Dorstenburg?" Simon looked at the densely packed enemy tents and bonfire smokes on the clearings in the distance on the walls of the village. He raised his head, turned his eyes to the burgundy sunset in the sky, and said to himself.

The first time he got the news from Bill, he asked Gabriel to arrange a cavalry as a messenger to go to Dorstenburg to transfer the news.
Chapter completed!