Shortly after sunrise the next day, Simon, who was half asleep and half awake, was woken up by the fat man - Koother finally couldn't hold on.

Although he had prepared mentally in advance, the grief that followed him still drowned him.

Simon quickly climbed up from the grass pavement and walked out of the tent. Under the golden rising sun, the large blue and white striped tent of the former Earl of Luowen in the middle of the campsite came with sobs of sadness.

A bald monk in a gray monastic robe hurriedly opened the curtain and ran towards the town. Then, Lange, with sadness on his face, walked out, just facing Simon's eyes. For a moment, sadness turned into a combination of shame and anger.

"I won't forget how ugly you made me in front of everyone last night. I will make you pay the price." Lange's cold words made Simon feel uncomfortable.

"You have to ask yourself. You should not be complacent and drunk when your father is dying. What's more, I didn't let the Count sober you in this way. No one can blame me for this!" Simon said with gritted teeth and gritted his teeth.

Indeed, Lange could not retaliate against this incident and gave himself a Count Berg who was invincible, at least before Count Berg presided over the throne ceremony for him.

At that time, almost all the nobles of the Earl participated in the striking. No matter how strong the Dorsten family was, it would not be possible to oppose all the families in the entire territory.

So, Lange, who was full of anger, had nowhere to speak, could only take his anger on his younger brother.

"Let's see," Lange walked towards his tent without looking back, and his servant Julian followed him happily. "Also, you'd better pay attention to the way you speak. If you dare to contradict your lord like this in the future, I promise you will suffer!"

"Bah." Simon spat on the ground disdainfully, but Lange had already walked away with his back and did not notice it.

Sure enough, as the old Coorthor's wings had just dropped, Lange couldn't wait to reveal his true face.

"Child, are you Simon? This happened so suddenly last night. You were on a torch in front of the church. I didn't see your face very clearly at that time."

At this time, an old voice came from the curtain. Then, the curtain was opened and the priest from the church in Dusseldorf came out.

"Yes, I am Simon, a respected priest," Simon turned around. The priest in front of him had gray hair. His cheeks, which had experienced vicissitudes, were not penetrated by wrinkles, but were even more majestic.

"As the second son of Koother, you can meet him for the last time before he is put into the shroud. I have sent the Nemo brothers to the church to bring other monks to see him off. God bless you." The priest lowered his head and drew a holy cross on his chest.

"Father, did my father leave any other verbal words besides his will?"

"He hopes to be buried in the cemetery behind the church in Dusseldorf, and I pray for him and perform mass. Speaking of which, I was also baptized for him many years ago." When the priest said this, his gray-blue eyes flashed.

"Please trouble you, Father."

"I hope you will mourn."

The soldier opened the door curtain again. Simon saw that Coother was lying straight on the blanket bed as if he was asleep, but his skin was a little grayer than when Simon saw him last night.

His forehead, limbs and torso were glistening, and he looked like he had already finished the oiling ceremony. This was to hope that the soul of the dead could resist the temptation from the devil.

He had a communion cake that he had made in the monastery kitchen last night. To put it bluntly, it was a piece of dead noodles that had not fermented. This was the "travel" of old Coorthier to heaven.

"Have anyone been informing Mrs. Liv?" Simon turned around and whispered to the fat man.

"The groom said that Lange had sent a messenger back to Dolstenburg last night to deliver the message. If nothing unexpected happens, Mrs. Liv will come to the town of Dusseldorf at noon today." The fat man replied in a low voice.

"I understand." Simon glanced at Old Coorthor for the last time, and turned his head away with some helplessness.

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At noon, Mrs. Liv's carriage arrived at the town of Dusseldorf. She did not expect that a few days ago, she would have put on a cloak to say goodbye to her husband before he embarked on the horse and went on a war.

When the messenger told her last night that the old Coaother was dying, her eyes turned black and her legs became weak, and she almost fainted.

At the same time, she told Simon that just yesterday, the messenger of the Baron Quinier's family came to Dorstenburg, paid the ransom, and redeemed Baron Quinier.

In addition, when he heard that Koother was critically ill, Baron Quinier, who was once an opponent, also expressed regret. He said that he had lived well in Dorstenburg during this period. Koother was a respectable good person and deserved to return to heaven.

In the afternoon, Old Coaoth was wrapped in a shroud and put into a coffin. Six servants raised the coffin, and the priests followed and sang "Hallelujah, the Lamb of the Sin" together.

The funeral procession was led by a priest holding the oak cross, followed by a coffin carried by servants and monks singing hymns. Then followed by Earl Berg and Lange and other nobles who had friendship with Koother.

The soldiers brought by Koother and the Fold village militia followed closely behind the nobles of the funeral procession, with a solemn expression.

Koother will hold funerals in the church in the town, after today's evening prayer and vigil and tomorrow morning's requiem mass before being buried in the church's courtyard.

After that, Lange would hold a succession ceremony, swear allegiance to Earl Berg, becoming the new Baron Dorsten, and then join all the nobles to expedition the vulnerable Earl Royon's corps to seize the land.

"After a while, everything falls, I think I have to meet this Linde brother whom I have never met before." Simon, who was following the funeral procession, thought secretly.

If he has a brother in the church as Coother said, if he can make a difference in the future, it will definitely be of great help to himself.

The weather today is as clear as yesterday, but compared to yesterday's bloody battle, today's town of Dusseldorf is more dull and gloomy.

The crows were searching for uncleared meat in the open space in front of the town, and the numb townsmen were cleaning up the debris piled up at the gate of the town.

After a while, the sound of the owl bells from the church resounded throughout the town. The farmers working in the farmland outside the town straightened up and took off their straw hats and raised their heads. At this time, the red sunset was "burning" half of the sky, and the monks' evening prayers were about to begin, which also means that the farmers working in the fields were about to rest and have a meal.

Lange did not go out to drink heavily tonight, but stayed in the church to watch. Perhaps it was related to his misfortune last night, and he needed some time to dilute the embarrassment last night.

Simon doesn't want to pay attention to Lange anymore. Simon can't do the hot face and cold butt. He can't sleep at all, thinking about how to go in the future and how to meet Lange's suppression and revenge.

In the darkness, a rustling sound rang out, and then a cold sound rang out in Simon's ears.

"Simon," Lange sat next to Simon at some point under the dark candlelight in the church. "You have to give me all the money you got from the last time robbed Count Loon's baggage team."

"Hmph, I gave my father one-third at that time. Unexpectedly, if something unexpected happened, you would get cheaper so soon. My father hadn't touched that amount of money until his death. Even a copper coin would be yours the day after tomorrow. Why do you come to me for it?" Simon began to get used to Lange's shamelessness, and his tone was gone, and there was only endless indifference.

"Maybe we have had a holiday that has not been resolved, but..." Lange began to show his cunning side.

"Wait, I must correct you a little. You took the lead in these so-called holidays and hatreds." Simon interrupted Lange without hesitation, but Lange was not as furious as he expected, which made Simon alert.

"It doesn't matter," Lange said unexpectedly calmly, "if you can give me the other two-thirds, maybe I can write it off. In the future, you will live your life and mine, and I will promise not to cause trouble for you. Otherwise, I have a way to make you misunderstand and spit out the other two-thirds of your property, do you understand?"

Looking at Lange who was "for both kindness and power" at this time, Simon didn't feel scared at all, but wanted to laugh. After seeing all this and sorting out all the ideas, Simon knew that this was just a test of him.

Let’s not talk about how important such a large sum of money is for Simon’s future business development plan. If Simon really agrees to Lange, there will definitely be a second time if there is a first time. Lange’s strength will increase, but his own will stagnate.

Judging from Lange's personality, after he has enough power to crush him, he will not add a stick like this, but will directly push the knife to his neck and threaten it nakedly without any room for negotiation.

"No, I refuse." After making up his mind, Simon raised his head and closed his eyes.

"Simon, don't give you good fruits to eat. When I become a baron, I will be embarrassed when I force you to spit it out." Lange saw that Simon refused so thoroughly, and his words were a little angry.

"In fact, you don't have any reason for this matter. If you have the ability, after becoming a baron, you will lead troops to Fort Folder to get back two-thirds of the money. I will welcome you at any time. As for what your other vassals and your monarch thinks, I don't know." Simon snorted coldly and said with a bit of joke.

"Is there any brother in your eyes??" Lange put his hand on the sword at his waist, stood up, and asked angrily, echoing in the empty church.

The originally quiet candlelight swayed as if it was ravaged by the strong wind.

"Then I want to ask," Simon laughed in anger and stood up, but opened his arms without fear and stared at Lange's eyes, "Is there any brother in your eyes?"

Lange's breathing became rapid, and his hand holding the hilt of his waist became tighter and tighter. Simon knew that he was just pretending, he did not plant it in front of his father's coffin, and killed his biological brother in the sacred church. Doing so would only make him lose everything.

"Hmph," Lange suddenly let go of the hilt of the sword and laughed strangely, "Of course you are my brother, maybe I shouldn't treat you like this. Let's wait for my succession ceremony and this damn war to end."

After Lange finished speaking, he let out a long breath of turbid air and turned back to his seat.

Simon knew that he had just seen his rush and had no effect. He temporarily released his friendship and put away his fangs.
Chapter completed!