The village chief Du Deng's house looks no different from the ordinary free farmers' house from the outside. It is just that it is larger in size, but there is a different world inside.

The first thing that caught Koliff's eye was the hay covered with the ground, which looked very clean and should have just been replaced. Secondly, the fireplace built with stone beside the wall, and the remaining firewood was emitting dark red sparks.

A piece of white linen was spread on the large oak table beside the wall, and a plate of unfinished bread rolls were placed on the table, two pieces of cheese in triangle shapes. A copper lampstand was placed next to the dish, with a half-used white candle inserted on it.

On the other side is Duden and his wife's bed.

Unlike farmers who sleep on the grass, Duden's bed is made of several thick hairy beeches, covered with hay, and a red linen cloth on the outside as sheets, which looks beautiful and comfortable.

"Hey, stop watching," Duden pushed Kolif, who was stunned. "Do you still want to lie down on my bed and have a sleep?"

Kolif quickly shook his head, put the flour in the corner of the wall, and wiped the huge sweat beads on his forehead uncomfortably.

Duden pulled a finely crafted backrest chair apart and sat down comfortably. He thought that although Krieger hated it, he had to admit that his carpentry work was indeed good.

"Simon went to find you? What did he say?" Duden asked while picking up a piece of cheese from the dish.

"He asked me if there was a group of new gangsters nearby, and he warned me that if I was involved in the attack on the ranch, he would cut off my head." Kolif was a little nervous and stuttered.

"How did you reply to him?"

"I made up a story that I think is flawless to deal with him."

"Maybe there are many flaws," Du Deng put all the cheese into his mouth, chewing it while vaguely, "What story did you make up?"

"I said that a stranger from a foreign land and his accomplices came to me with copper coins in the middle of the night to exchange food, warning me not to tell anyone about this, otherwise I would kill my wife and me."

"It's not bad. It seems that you are not a fool who is useless and will make us move our heads," Du Deng clapped his hands and swallowed the cheese. "I'll feel relieved after you deal with it. The three bandits I sent Adam to come from the Principality of Lorraine. Adam wore a headscarf at that time, and did not reveal any information about us. He just gave the task. Even if they were caught, they didn't know who was instructing them."

"Huh," Koliff took a deep breath, feeling a little more relaxed, "Where did the three bandits go after killing the animals?"

"I asked them to kill the livestock and sent someone to find Adam in the old place outside the village. Adam gave them the reward for his other half, and then asked them to leave the place immediately," Duden smiled victoriously, "The farther the better."

"Then I'll be relieved." The stone in Koliff's heart fell to the ground, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

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In the trail in the forest in the Dehes Forest, two hunting dogs were lowering their heads, sniffing and sniffing through the mud and broken branches.

The soldier holding the leash had a little tired face, and Sir Bill was holding one bow and the other, and followed the hound cautiously.

The sheriff Kevin was already out of breath. When he first set off, he could chat with Bill with great interest. They talked about hunting skills to bandits, and from damn bandits to bows and arrows. After a break in the middle, Kevin gradually closed his mouth - he felt that he was about to lose energy.

Later, Old Kevin was overdrawn because of his physical strength and was the only one in the group who rode on a horse now.

Because Bill was not used to chasing "prey" on horseback, he got off the horse's back early. In order to make his love for horses easier, he also asked the soldiers to remove the saddle and put it on the gray pack horse at the end of the team. The poor beast was carrying a large basket of food and weapons.

"Are you finding anything?" Old Kevin licked his dry lips, took off the kettle from his waist and unscrewed the lid.

"Hissergeant, there is no such thing as yet." The soldier holding the leash responded.

"The ghost bandits can really run away!" Old Kevin murmured and complained in a low voice.

Go ahead through a stream and walk for half a day, they will enter the territory of Baron Higgburg next door.

Lord Simon is not familiar with this baron. Compared with Baron Carl and Baron Wolf who are familiar with it, it will only be more difficult for them to pursue fugitives in strange territory.

More importantly, if these fugitives hike through the stream, their scent will diminish a lot and become more difficult to track. If they bathe in the stream, then there is nothing Bill can do.

Everyone continued to walk in the path in the forest in silence for a while, and the sudden screams of the hunting dogs made them cheer up again.

“There is movement.”

The soldiers swept away the fatigue on their faces. The two lazy soldiers quickly took out their shields from the large pack basket and blocked their chests, clenched the armed axe in their hands.

Old Kevin quickly pulled out the sheriff's round-head hammer from his waist and held the iron helmet on the head.

"Speak quietly, it should be nearby." Bill stretched out his hand and signaled the soldiers to search on both sides of the trail.

Everyone's hearts were raised to their throats, and they moved their feet carefully in the forest.

"Hey!"

A strange and rough shout attracted everyone's attention, followed by the sound of swords and the insults of armed soldiers.

"Up," Bill and the soldiers ran in the direction of the sound, shouting loudly through the mist, "Don't kill him, Lord Baron is going to live!"

When they arrived at the place where the sound came, the armed soldier had already pressed the bandit with bloody heads muttering swear words from a foreign land.

The bandits who have not undergone any formal training are far inferior to fully armed soldiers who have passed the trials of sweat and blood and life and death.

"He has alarmed his accomplices, you guys hurry up and chase them!" said the soldier who was suppressing the bandits anxiously.

Sure enough, Bill and the soldiers continued to search forward and found a small campground built on a clearing. The bonfire in the center of the campground has not yet been extinguished, but now there is no one left.

"They ran away in that direction!" A soldier identified the messy footprints on the moist soil, one of which looked barefoot and didn't even have time to wear shoes.

"Let me do it!" Old Kevin clamped his horse's belly and ran towards the direction where the footprints disappeared.

After Bill and the soldiers trot forward for a while, they saw two bandits lying on the ground among the grass, and old Kevin with a round-head hammer proudly on the horse's back.

"I hope those two hammers just now won't kill them!" Old Kevin said, retracting the round-head hammer back on his belt.

"My God," Bill's eyes were full of surprise, as if he had known Old Kevin again, shook his head and inserted the arrow back into the quiver, "Hann, Bowhe, go and see if those two guys who were knocked down are still breathing."

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It was dark, and Simon, who was waiting for news in the wooden fort, gradually became anxious.

"Have Bill caught those damn thieves now?" Simon paced back and forth in the hall. "At the normal speed of travel, they probably had searched the next door."

"Master, have something to eat. The rabbit meat porridge has been cooked." Little Klein, who was holding a large spoon next to the fire pit, said to Simon.

"No. I have no appetite." Simon touched his stomach with some discomfort and shook his head.

His anorexia was recurring. He could clearly feel his stomach roaring with hunger, but he didn't want to eat anything.

Little Klein sighed and fiddled with the red-burned soldering iron in the firewood: "Do you want me to warm a bowl of fruit wine for you?"

"I think it's OK." Simon nodded and handed over the empty wooden cup on the shelf table next to him.

When Klein handed Simon the warm fruit wine, the guards shouted loudly from outside the door.

"Master, Sir Bill and the others are back!"

Simon drank half a cup of fruit wine in one sip, placed the wooden cup heavily on the table, and quickly walked towards the gate of the tower.

The guards inside the door helped Simon open the door. Simon saw three people carrying the horses on the back of the inner castle field at a glance - they were tied up in a large variety of ways and could not move.

"Bill, you did not disappoint my expectations!" Simon walked forward and patted Bill's shoulder happily.

"Of course, my lord. In fact, sheriff Kevin also played a big role in this fugitive capture," Bill smiled and pointed to a barefoot gangster with scars and mud on the horse's back, saying, "He and the other fugitive were taken down by old Kevin."

"Is that true?" Simon looked at the old Kevin next to him in surprise. The latter had just stepped on the kick and bowed his head slightly to Simon.

In Simon's idea, the old Kevin sword was rusted and he acted as a guide at most. What's surprising is that he could even subdue two bandits with his own hands, which is really surprising.

"Good job, Kevin, have a good rest tonight."

"Yes, Lord Simon." Old Kevin felt that Simon's gaze was much softer than before he set out, and he knew that he had received preliminary recognition.

Before this, Simon always had an impatient smell, whether it was looking at him or speaking.

"Take those dirty bandits into the dungeon," Simon said to the armed soldiers on standby by the stables. "Precaution and don't let anyone get close. I will interrogate them myself tomorrow."
Chapter completed!