The arrest of the bandits wandering in the forest was originally the job of the sheriff Kevin, but judging from people's evaluation of him, he did not do his job well.

For two years, Old Kevin couldn't even catch a carpenter hiding in the forest. The people were talking about it and questioned his abilities.

Not long after Simon became the lord here, he did not trust the sheriff surrounded by criticism, so he specially called Bill back from the village of Dehes to investigate the mystery.

As for Krieg, a mountain man who is familiar with the surrounding environment, he is now building a workshop in the village of Dehes to make a longbow. Before he finishes his work, Simon does not intend to let him take over anything else.

The sheriff Kevin had a lot of objections to this, but he had no choice but to prove himself. So, that night, Kevin came to Mubao and repeatedly begged Simon to allow him and Sir Bill to arrest the important criminal.

Considering that Kevin is a local and is more familiar with the nearby situation than Sir Bill, Simon finally agreed to his request.

Early the next morning, Bill, Kevin and ten armed soldiers who were helping them to arrest the bandits ate some bread in hot milk at the Mubao inner fort farm, and then took the hounds to the forest.

Simon stood on the terrace at the top of the Wooden Fort tower and watched them leave, praying in his heart that they could bring back good news, or, in other words, the murderer who attacked the ranch the night before.

When Bill and his group's backs disappeared into the morning mist, Simon turned around and ordered Little Klein: "Prepare a large glass of cider and a large piece of roast beef for me."

The proper sourness can stimulate appetite, and the strong cider and roasted beef fills Simon with energy.

"Let's go to the mill by the river to take a look." Simon wiped the remaining oil stains on his mouth and stood up from the shelf table. Little Klein handed over the belt and armed sword next to the armor stand.

The sun was lazily splashing in the village. Before the farmers began to go out to work, Simon rode "lucky" along the path east of the village toward the Rhine.

After leaving the village, "lucky" seemed a little excited. In a clearing field covered with green grass, its steps became lighter, and it seemed that it enjoyed the early morning wild air.

When Simon heard the sound of water flowing, he knew that after passing the small woods on the bank of the river, it was Koliff's mill.

Sure enough, Simon, who had taken Little Klein and two armed soldiers, walked in the woods for a short time, and a wooden house covered with vines and a small windmill appeared in front of them.

Next to Koliff's wooden house is a closed warehouse and a small shed full of firewood. The sound of donkeys came from the warehouse, and Simon speculated that the miller owned a considerable amount of property.

"Master, this lazy guy seems to have not gotten up yet. Do you want me to call him up?" Little Klein looked at the empty mill for a while and looked at Simon's eyes.

"Go." Simon nodded. Little Klein cleverly got off his horse's back, walked to the wooden house, and knocked on the door.

"Which bastard is it?" An impatient voice came from the room, "Get out, I'm going to sleep!"

The two armed soldiers beside Simon looked at each other and held back their smiles. They knew that someone was going to be in trouble.

"Who are you calling a bastard? Damn," Klein stopped knocking on the door with his hands anymore, and he began to kick the wooden door hard, "Baron Simon is here, is this how you welcome the lord?"

The scolding in the room stopped, and then there was a rustling sound. After a while, a guy with disheveled clothes and hair all over his head opened the door.

"My sir," Koliff was shocked and sweated. He saw Simon riding a horse not far away, and quickly knelt down on one knee and said humbly, "I'm very sorry, I don't know you are here. Please forgive me for your rudeness. A while ago, gangsters often came to disturb me to sleep, and I thought it was those gangsters who came to me again."

"Since you don't know, then forget it, pay attention to me next time. Are you here Kolif?" The so-called ignorant is innocent, Simon just frowned and waved his hand, looking at the miller.

He had a pair of shrewd green eyes and a chin as wide as a shovel. Like most millers, he wore a white turban and a leather apron.

"That's right, sir, I'm the miller here Kolif," Kolif's head lowered slightly and saluted Simon, "I'm willing to serve you."

"Very good," Simon's mouth twisted, "I know you know some gangsters, or bandits in the forest. Someone reported to me that some of them would come to you to sell stolen goods, right?"

"God is evidence," Koliff, like a frightened cat, was poked to the pain point, and he defended himself loudly, "This is definitely a false accusation. Sir, I have no contact with those scumbags..."

"Don't pretend to be stupid," Simon interrupted Koliff's quibbling, "of course you've been in contact with them! But I didn't come for this today. I just want to know if there are new gangs nearby recently?"

Kolif's face was flushed and he couldn't say a word for a long time. He scratched his cheeks and said with some confidence: "Sir, please believe me, I really have no contact with those hooligans..."

"You are testing my patience, Koliff," Simon interrupted Koliff again, "If you still pretend to be stupid like this, I don't mind letting these two soldiers help you recall the memories. Now, you just need to answer my questions."

"Okay, sir," Koliff looked up at the two bad-looking armed soldiers, and quickly looked away. "I can only tell you what I know, but I want to explain in advance that I have nothing to do with those hooligans."

"Tell me."

"Three days ago, I had finished my day's work and lay on the bed with my wife," Koliff licked his tongue. Simon noticed a woman behind the window of the wooden house, looking out, "Suddenly, someone came to knock on my door."

"Who knocks on your door?"

"A stranger with a foreign accent, my lord," Colift paused, as if recalling something in his mind, but to the eyes of the little Klein next to him, he seemed to be thinking about how to continue editing, "He looked very hungry. He gave me two copper coins and wanted to exchange for something."

"That's all?" Simon raised his eyebrows.

"Yes," Koliff's forehead sweated, "I was wondering. I asked him why he didn't buy food in the village tavern. The stump tavern had famous fruit wine and fragrant barbecue. He shut me up and warned me not to ask what I shouldn't ask, or he would give me a little color."

"Since this person is so suspicious, why didn't you report it to the sheriff the next day?"

"This..." Koliff was a little incoherent, "I noticed a rusty axe on his waist, and I saw several of his accomplices in the nearby darkness through the faint firelight in the house. He warned me not to tell anyone about what happened tonight, or he would come back and chop off my wife and I."

"I get it," Simon called Little Klein, turned his head and prepared to leave, "Koliff, you'd better not lie, and you'd better not be involved in this matter, otherwise I'd cut off your head!"

"I swear I don't!" Koliff looked innocent with a bitter face.

When the sound of horse hooves gradually drifted away and completely disappeared, Koliff sat on the ground with relief. He realized that his back was completely soaked with sweat.

"Dear," Colliff's wife helped him up, her hands trembling, "What's next?"

"I'll go and find the village chief Du Deng to get the silver coin back. I don't want this ranch anymore," Koliff gasped, speaking a little unscrupulously. "Oh my God, I really didn't expect Lord Simon to be furious as expected and asked Theodore to get out. Instead, he searched for the murderer without leaving any effort!"

"Dear, he is not Baron Quinier, he is Baron Simon," Colliff's wife hugged him by the waist. "We cannot speculate on him in the same way as Baron Quinier."

"If anyone tells me that those damn nobles are a virtue next time I drink, I will definitely beat him up," Koliff stood up with his hands, "I'll go find Duden now."

Koliff took a worn rag to wipe the sweat from his head, walked to the river to wash his face, calmed down for a while.

He opened the warehouse door, picked up a bag of ground flour and carried it on his shoulders, told his wife to lock the door, and then walked along the small path towards the village.

A bag of ground flour is a signal of the joint between him and Duden.

Five days ago, Duden sent Adam to send a batch of wheat to grind it into flour. Adam said that after the matter is done or if there is an emergency, he will send the ground flour to his home so that it will not arouse anyone's suspicion.

The flour was heavy, but Koliff couldn't feel it. He only felt anxious. If things were exposed, the pretty good days at the moment were over.

"Hi, Koliff, what's going on to make you so anxious?"

When passing by a farmland, a farmer saw Kolif in a hurry, put down his hoe and stood up and greeted him.

"Hell," Koliff realized that he was flawless now. He tried to slow down and said to the farmer with a smile, "The village chief needs this bag of flour in urgent need, I will send it to him personally."

"So that's the case. Then you send it to him quickly. Du Deng is not a good person." The farmer nodded and picked up the hoe again, while Kolif wiped his cold sweat secretly.

Koliff continued to move forward and tried to walk into the village in a leisurely manner. He was successful without attracting any attention.

He knocked on the door of the village chief’s house, which Duden personally opened for him. His nephew Adam went to the field to urge the farmers to work.

"Have Lord Simon been here to find you?" Koliff asked hurriedly by removing the flour from his shoulder.
Chapter completed!