I have to say that Baron Isel's hospitality was attentive and thorough, and the dinner was rich and delicious. Simon hadn't had such a pleasant meal for a long time.

At the banquet, Baron Isel was very interested in Simon's promotion to Baron in just two years.

So, after dinner, he sat around the fire with his courtiers, listening to Simon telling his rise.

When Simon talked about defeating Baron Quinnier, everyone burst into cheers. When Simon's father Baron Dorsten died in battle, everyone couldn't help but sigh and regret.

After Simon finished telling everything, everyone realized that time had come to midnight without realizing it.

The court officials bid farewell to Baron Iser and went out one after another, but the seal officer had no intention of leaving at all.

Baron Isel's hands kept playing with his long beard, and he seemed to be thinking about something in his head.

Simon put down his wine glass, raised his dizzy head and looked around, and suddenly realized that there was nothing else in the huge hall except Baron Iser, the seal officer and the guards.

"Simon, my territory is adjacent to yours, and they all have great military strength," Baron Isel cleared his throat and sat upright in his chair and said, "I have a win-win proposal. Why don't we form an alliance? In this chaotic year, nothing is more valuable than a reliable ally."

When Simon heard this, his eyes lit up, and even he woke up a little. He rubbed his temples and did not rush to answer, but first considered the benefits he could get.

Baron Isel now has four knights, eighty private soldiers and four hundred recruited soldiers. His strength among the barons is quite good.

In addition to his relationship with Baron Arnhem and his enemy state, he got along well with the nearby lords. At the same time, his territory was not claimed by other lords.

Simon thought that if Baron Issel looked at it this way, he would be a stable and reliable ally.

Once both sides form an alliance, both have the obligation and responsibility to send troops to help if the allies are attacked or attacked.

"I don't think I have any reason to refuse," Simon laughed and raised his glass again, "Come on, my friend, or my allies, have a drink for our alliance!"

"Very good," Baron Isel clinked glasses with Simon with a smile, and then said to the Seal officer who relaxed on the side, "Robert, let the clerk help me draft two alliance agreements!"

Now any enemy must carefully consider the power of this alliance before becoming enemies with Baron Foldberg and Baron Iser. As long as one of them annoys, they must be prepared to bear double anger.

Simon got plenty of sleep this night.

Whether it is the repaired tower, the satisfying food at the banquet, or the new allies bringing themselves a strong sense of security, no matter from any perspective, it is much better than the Baron Arnhem here.

After lunch the next day, Simon said goodbye to Baron Issel and continued on his itinerary.

Before Simon left, Baron Isel patted his shoulder with some regret in front of the stables and said that if his youngest daughter had not been engaged to the son of another baron in the Earl's corps, he would have made the marriage between the two. However, this did not affect their alliance.

Simon looked at the little girl who was shyly hiding behind the Baroness and looking at her with curious eyes, and had to smile far-fetchedly, and expressed hypocritically and politely that she felt very sorry for it.

In the Middle Ages, most marriages were often not dominated by love. On the contrary, marriages were usually a means by which the head of the family made profits for his family with the greatest political purpose and desire to gain authoritative interests.

Marriage can bring about unbreakable in-laws and alliances. In some cases, the land and title of the in-laws are eventually claimed to be inherited by the descendants of their own family and taken into their pocket.

Therefore, in this case, a young unmarried noble woman may be married by the profit-seeking head to a poor old man with a high position and half of his body, or a young heir who is still babbling while still speaking, or a dwarf who holds real power but is ugly or even hunchbacked.

Simon didn't want to marry a certain noble of the same rank too early and decided his upper limit in a short-sighted manner.

What's more, the other party is still a little girl, and she has to officially marry him after several years of adulthood and give birth to his heirs.

He is still young, with ambitions and a bunch of unfulfilled ideas. He believes that his stage will never be bound by this small world.

After leaving his old friend's territory, Simon returned to the state of sleeping in the open.

The sky was filled with heavy dark clouds floating from the north, which made people feel very depressed. A flash of lightning passed through the earth like a scout riding a white horse. Not long after, the long and dull spring thunder came toward the open lowland plain like a slowly unfolding scroll.

Simon didn't want to risk getting sick from the rain and turned into a chicken, but he didn't want to delay his trip because of temporary shelter from the rain. So he had to feel sorry for his "lucky" in his beloved horse. He asked everyone to tighten the horse's belly, faced the increasingly strong wind, and stepped on the grass that was ravaged by the wind on both sides of the mud road and rushed to the town of Defentel as fast as possible.

Perhaps because of the Lord's favor, when Simon had just tied up his breathless "luck" in the stables of the Tavern in Deventer Town, the heavy rain came as scheduled.

The townsmen on the street went home to shelter from the rain, and the merchants put away their stalls and hid under the eaves.

The footprints and ruts on the originally muddy main road were filled with water. After a while, they carried all kinds of garbage and excrement from the street to flow to the lower town gate. After the helpless gate guards had to open the originally closed town gate to help the town drain after the consent of the sheriff.

"This noble adult, are you looking for Deventel Church?" The shopkeeper who was wiping wooden cups at the counter on the first floor of the tavern raised his head and looked at Simon in dark blue aristocratic costume in front of him.

"Of course," Simon said, sitting on an empty table and chair in the tavern, "I'll leave when the rain stops."

"Okay, I can tell you," the shopkeeper with red spots on his face lowered his head again, and continued to wipe his cup, "You go out from the main road east of the town and walk straight until you see the second three-way intersection turn left. You won't miss the intersection, there is an ancient street sign. After turning left, you will continue walking along the path for a long time."

"I know, thank you." Simon nodded, ordered a glass of cider and a roast chicken, and sat on the table and chairs in the tavern.

He will wait for a day here, wait for the heavy rain to pass before continuing on his way.

The churches in many territories are actually not in towns, but near towns, with large tracts of land and farmers, and they use them to maintain the operation of the churches.

The next day, Simon and others found the ancient street sign according to the path pointed by the tavern shopkeeper, and marched towards the Defentel Church in the humid air and humid dirt roads.

At about noon, farmland and animal farms appeared on the empty grass in the distance, and the outline of the chapel was looming in the mist.

Due to the invasion of the Vikings, all the churches along the coast were basically affected and were trampled on by the North barbarians without any defense. The gold and silver holy artifacts used in the churches to hold ceremonies were often swept away.

So, now Simon can see the Defentel Church surrounded by a circle of solid stone walls, which is said to have been built by the devout Earl Zutphen.

In addition to a guard monk in a gray robe bent over to feed chickens, there was also a soldier wearing a burqa wearing a burqa pattern with a spear in the burqa Count Zutphin's family emblem.

"What do you want?" The soldiers guarding the church gate looked at the four strangers in front of them with weapons on their waists on their horses.

"Don't be nervous, this is Baron Simon from Foldburg, who is here to find his brother Fifth Lind." The light cavalry leading the front said to the soldiers.

The soldier obviously received orders in advance. He bowed his head slightly to Simon and bowed, and gave way without saying anything.

Everyone tied the horses into the stable, and a snot-sniffed horse boy came over and removed the saddles one by one. Simon noticed an elderly monk coming out of the church and heading towards the stable.

"May God bless you, Simon of Foldberg, I am the priest of the whole parish. You can call me Hwald, cough," the priest had a bad voice. He covered his mouth with his arm and coughed a few times. "I am sorry for your experience with Fifthy Lind's father. Fifthy Lind is now in the compilation room, so I will take you there."

Simon was a little excited to see the brother who was flowing with the same blood as him. Unlike Lange's sinister and cunning villain, Linde, as a person who has served God since childhood, should be easier to get along with.

The priest pushed open the heavy wooden door of the copying room. The first thing that caught Simon's eye was a wooden bookshelves. There were not many books on it, just a few.

A young monk stood by the copying table next to the bookshelf. He had brown hair like Simon, but was shaved into the Mediterranean hairstyle of the monk.

When he heard someone coming in, Monk Linde carefully stopped his pen and put the quill back into the ink bottle. He raised his head and saw a strange man with a somewhat similar eyebrows to him being brought in by a priest. If he guessed correctly, this person must be his own brother Simon.

"Father," said Monk Lind, then turned his head and said modestly to Simon, "I am Lind from Gaiton."

"I am Simon of Feldburg, your brother."

"That's right," Friar Lind nodded, "I heard that Koother had encountered misfortune some time ago. I prayed for him day and night, hoping that his soul could ascend to heaven as soon as possible."

Simon found that Lind's expression didn't change much. It seemed that Koother had a little distant relationship with him, and his father was just a man who brought him to this troubled world.

After all, as an illegitimate child without identity, Koother would not bring him to live with him, which made this child who had never experienced fatherly love since childhood inevitably feel a lot of injustice.

But no matter what, they are brothers, and their bloodlines closely connect them, which is a fact that no one can change.

The priest went out to handle other matters in a short while, and now there were only two brothers in the copying room. Simon started talking with Linde, and he learned that Linde was copying a Bible, which was customized by a count of a nearby territory.

As the chat deepened, Simon found that his brother was extremely knowledgeable.

Take Simon's sermon that was not very interested in as an example. Brother Linde can quote scriptures and vividly explain the truth and teachings in the most easy-to-understand language. I think farmers in nearby areas must like to listen to his sermons.

In addition, his logic is very clear and he can always give sharp suggestions incisively.

After listening to Simon telling the recent situation of the newly established Principality of Cologne, Monk Linde poked the local area and said to Simon: "You have to be careful and guard against our brother Lange. If anyone in the entire public is most likely to die in an accident, that person must be Lange."

Simon was a little surprised, which he had never thought of: "Why? Lange had reached an agreement with the Duke of Cologne, and in exchange for his becoming the Earl, he would no longer claim to Foldeburg and transfer me to the Duke."

"That's right, but think about it, once you have an accident and unfortunately die, who will inherit your territory?"

A sudden chill climbed onto Simon's back ridge.

Lange has not attacked himself now because he has just taken over the new territory and is currently increasing his control over the new territory. In addition, the Principality of Cologne has just been established. As one of the two newly enfeoffed earls in the Duchy, he has attracted much attention. It is unlikely that this conspiracy will be created at the forefront.

Once he has firmly stood firm and turned around and found that Simon is still alone, perhaps he will really look for opportunities to arrange an accident and inherit all Simon's territory in the most legal manner.

As long as Simon has no descendants, the first heir to the Baron Foldberg is his brother Lange. Similarly, as long as Lange has no descendants, the first heir to the Earl Dorsten is himself.
Chapter completed!