"Go, go!"

The messengers wearing the burqa of the Duke's family moved forward rapidly in the forest to the north, and his destination was the village of Earl Loon's northeastern border.

"Stop, who are you, what do you want to do?"

When the messenger arrived at the entrance of Esbai Village, a wisted horse stopped him. Next to the wisted horse stood two Foldburg soldiers holding torches and holding Viking swords, their faces full of vigilance.

"Come away quickly. I have a letter from the Duke to Lord Simon." The messenger pointed at one of the soldiers impatiently.

"What Duke, Duke Flanders or Duke East Friesia?" One of the soldiers scratched his head in confusion. He didn't know which Duke Simmon had formed another relationship with.

"Amadeus, Duke of Cologne."

"What, Earl Berg has become the Duke of Cologne now!?" The two soldiers were surprised and quickly pulled away the horse and looked at each other in the back of the messenger leaving.

"Da da, da da da da da..."

Listening to the sound of horse hooves getting closer and closer outside the door, Simon stopped talking to the fat man, hung the sword beside the chair at his waist in confusion, holding the hilt of the sword and looking at the main entrance of the tower.

"Sir Simon, the messenger of Duke Cologne has arrived!"

The loud shouts of soldiers standing guard came from outside the door, which made Simon a little confused for a moment. Who is the Duke of Cologne? Why have he never heard of it? What's wrong with him sending someone to find him?

However, when the commander entered the door, looking at the Count Berg family's emblem style on the burqa on the burqa's chest, Simon suddenly realized.

"Hello, dear Lord Simon, I bring you greetings for Lord Amadeus, Duke of Cologne," the messenger bowed slightly and took out a letter sealed in fire from his old cowhide bag. "At the same time, I will forward this letter to you."

"Thank you, you're calling?" Simon said, letting go of the hilt of the sword and winking at the fat man next to him.

"My name is Tommy, Lord." After the messenger said that, he handed the letter to the fat man who walked forward.

"Thank you Tommy, please bring my greetings to him when you see the Duke of Cologne again." Simon took the letter from the fat man and sat upright, "Fat man, take Tommy to rest."

"Okay Young Master." The fat man nodded and led Tommy toward the gate of the tower. He will sleep with the grooms tonight.

Simon's eyes returned to the letter. He checked the heralds on the fire paint, then confidently picked up the knife on the table, took the seal and spread the letter on the table and smoothed it.

"It's so uncomfortable." Seeing the familiar letters combined into strange words, Simon once again developed the determination to learn Latin well.

Latin is still obscure for Simon.

Fortunately, under Ryan's guidance a while ago, Simon studied Latin for a while and remembered some common words that appeared more frequently in letters.

"Simon, this is my name. The long list of words in front should be modifiers such as dear, loyal, or something."

Simon's fingers were slid down the first line of the letter, and he seemed to have found the feeling of doing difficult English readings in his previous life.

"I...give...you...baron Foldberg...give...you...we...were...were...were...were...were...you...were...you...won the village of Esbai...y monarch...Amadeus, Duke of Cologne."

After reading the letter in scattered manner, Simon stood up from his seat, his face full of joy.

I have become a baron, and I will never have to look at Lange's eyes again. Now, just think about Lange's vicious eyes from time to time, Simon felt uncomfortable all over.

In addition, the letter was signed by the Duke of Cologne, not Lange, which means that his monarch has changed. Lange could no longer point fingers at him. Even if he reached the point of using force, he had to think carefully.

"I will send people across the river tomorrow to invite Lean, Arthur, Matilda and others to the village of Esbai. I will hold a grand banquet and declare my legal rule over Esbai."

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While Simon was immersed in joy, the tavern in the village of Esbai remained lighted in the quiet night.

Under the light of the wall-mounted torches, three men were sitting on a bench outside the tavern and drinking with wooden cups.

If they were drinking wine, Miller, who had a drink in the tavern this afternoon, was definitely the first to disagree. According to his original words: the wine here is over-fermented and is sourer than vinegar.

But the people here seem to like it very much.

"Tila, come here quickly and give me another glass of wine!"

Village chief Du Deng raised the wooden cup in his hand and slapped the table and shouted at the tavern. His green burly tunic, which was clean during the day, was soaked in a large area with wine, and he couldn't care about anything when he drank it.

The woman called Tira came out of the tavern in a dirty apron and mumbled with a wine can.

She looked forty years old, but the villagers knew that she was beautiful before. Since she married the tavern owner Hulta, her figure has become fat, and her face, which was originally cute with freckles, has become merciless and tough.

"Duden, sooner or later, you will drink yourself to death, but as long as you give money, I will still be happy to provide you with delicious wine." Tira frowned and slapped the wine jar on the wooden table. The shaking sound of the wine that stirred Duden's heartstrings came from the jar.

"Damn, am I such a stingy person? Look, take it quickly and pour me wine!" Du Deng understood what Tina meant, patted the shriveled purse on his waist, but suddenly reached his hand to his nephew Adam's waist, took out a copper coin from his purse, and then slapped it on the table.

"As you wish," Tira grabbed the copper coin with her fleshy hand, put it in the pocket of her apron, filled Duden with a glass of wine, and then turned back to the tavern, "Stingy."

"Adam, don't use this expression. As your uncle, have I made less money in the past few years?" Du Deng noticed Adam's helpless expression next to him, so he stretched out his oily hand and rubbed Adam's hair.

"Du Deng," the man sitting opposite Du Deng, interrupted Du Deng's movement and knocked on the table with his fingers, "We can almost talk about the serious business, right?"

"Of course, Koliff," Duden let Adam go and sat up straight, "actually you can talk at any time, I'm listening."

"Fart, if it weren't for the first glass of wine I invited to cheer me up, you would probably just covet the drink and keep perfunctory me." Koliff thought to himself. Everyone knew that if you wanted to ask Duden to help with the business, you had to open his mouth with a glass of stump tavern wine.

Koliff is the miller in Esbai Village. His mill is by the Rhine River, a little far from the village, but it is a good place to hide dirt.

He wore a beige turban and a fairly clean white tunic, but this did not mean that he was pure and flawless. On the contrary, the villagers believed that his heart was darker than the walls of the bakery stove.

"So what's the matter with me?" Du Deng, the village chief who took another big sip of wine, looked very satisfied, and his face began to turn red.

"I need the ranch next to my mill, no matter what method I use." Miller Kolif approached Duden and said in a low voice.

"If I remember correctly, that land belongs to the shepherd Theodore. Say, what can I get from it." Duden burped, but realized that the words he said should not be loud, so he lowered his voice and replied.

"Two Denell silver coins." Koliff said, looking around. After confirming that there was no one around, he sneaked into his cloth bag and took it up. After a crisp crackling sound, Du Deng felt two cold, hard coins being stuffed into his hand.

Kolif likes people like Duden who are straightforward and never ask too much. He never asks you what you want something to do, he only cares about what he can get. This is great, everyone has their own secrets.

In fact, Du Deng, who seemed confused, avoided a lot of trouble and even killed himself because of this habit.

"Well..." Du Deng pursed his lips and lowered his head. He saw the two coins clearly under the moonlight and the light and dark firelight beside him. It was two silver coins. "This is a bit tricky. Maybe you have to give me two more lambs next year."

Kolif deliberately lowered his head and was silent for a while before answering with a look of pain: "No problem."

He knew that answering Duden too quickly would only arouse his greed, and the final result would only be that he would be forced to continue to put chips on the table to satisfy him.

"Well, I will help you. But you must know that the sheep and cattle raised by Theodore belong to the lord."

"Of course I know. Isn't the village now in a state of no lord? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for me!" Koliff said with excitement, opening his eyes wide.

"Okay, I'll find a way. When I have an idea, I will let Adam find you." Du Deng's eyes, who seemed to be drunk, suddenly flashed with a hint of shrewdness and cruelty, but Kolif, who became dull after drinking, did not notice anything.

"Thank you so much." Koliff drank the wine in the wooden cup in one sip, stood up and walked towards the mill outside the village like a proud champion.

Du Deng also drank all the wine, put the wooden cup on the corner of the table, and lay on the table and began to think.

He thought that now that spring is coming, Theodore has begun to drive cattle and sheep from his family's livestock to the livestock shed in the pasture. Perhaps he can cause an accident and kill a few sheep and cattle belonging to the lord, so that Theodore loses the qualification to help the lord raise animals, and then let the miller Kolif take over this position, and by the way, he can also eat beef and mutton that "dead by accident".

This is really a killing of two birds with one stone. Du Deng can hardly help but offer praise to himself.

"Duden, do you still want to drink?"

The female voice suddenly came and scared Du Deng, who was immersed in his own calculations. When his thoughts returned to reality, he quickly turned his head. It turned out to be Tina. The fat woman was leaning against the door frame of the tavern and looking at him inquiringly.

Du Deng glanced at Adam. The big guy actually protected his purse like a little girl and took a step back, staring at Du Deng's eyes and shook his head. Du Deng was so angry that he grinned and scolded: "Why do I have a stingy nephew like you?"

"So, do you want it or not?" Tina shook the wine can.

"No, I won't drink with my own money, never," Duden stood up from the bench and patted Adam on the shoulder, "Let's go, Adam, let's go and visit the poor widow Sousse."
Chapter completed!