"Dingdong, Dingdong, Dingdong..."

Against the backdrop of a magnificent sunset burning clouds by the sky, the long closed bell rang out of Tonysburg in the distance.

Fires had already lit up on the low wood walls outside. On the ground gradually covered by darkness, Tonysburg was as dazzling as a vibrant firefly.

Simon and his party passed by many farmers who returned home with torches on the roadside. Not surprisingly, they chattered like ducks about the upcoming wedding of Count Lange and whether the new Count would impose a considerable marriage tax on them.

"Hey, I heard that Miss Josephine is the daughter of the leader of the savage tribe." A thin farmer joked without hesitation.

"Save it, her father, Earl Wolf, was not a barbarian dress when he visited last time," the old farmer on the side took off the dogtail grass in his mouth, "but a barbarian dress that had been in a short while, hahahaha!"

"Hahahahahahahahaha!" Several farmers next to them laughed out loud.

"There are nobles!"

It was not until a farmer who noticed Simon and his group pulled the corners of their clothes with some cowardice that the unrestrained laughter disappeared.

Simon rode his horse and glanced at the farmers who were hiding beside the road and didn't even dare to get out of the air, and shook his head with some amusement.

Barbarians? They should refer to the Celtic-style costumes left by Count Wolf and his leaders, but what they didn't know was that one day, when the enemy captured their homes, the group of powerful "barbarians" allies would have to support and rescue them.

There are not many things that can make these ignorant farmers excited. Excluding foreigners and commenting on their so-called strange things is one of them.

"Sir, sir," a young local guard pushed open the door of the guard room by the fort wall in panic, and shouted at the chief guard who was napping on the rush, "outside the castle, there is a strange nobleman who is coming to the gate of the castle with a group of well-equipped soldiers!"

"Get out of here, Poppil," the commander of the guard casually smashed the big wooden wine glass with mud on the ground at the young guard. "Are you a waste? Are there still fewer strange nobles who have brought soldiers to visit these days?"

"No, sir," the young guard Bobiler was obviously panicked, and just forgot to point out the key points, "The strange nobleman and his men were wearing burqas with the Dorsten family's emblems!"

"Well," the chief guard sat up, patted his back covered with rushes, and thought for a while and said, "Don't stop them, put them in. Let the clever ghost Jacques follow and watch them tightly."

"Sir, I don't understand who they are?" The young local guard was a little confused.

"I am most likely to be the Count's younger brother Baron Simon, a villain who covets the title of Lord Lange." The chief guard said with a sneer.

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When Simon arrived at the castle gate, he was not questioned or troubled as expected. Instead, the guards were unexpectedly straightforward. With the wave of the guards on the castle wall, the gate of the castle that was originally confined was slowly opened.

Tonysburg is typical of this era of wood castle. It is located on a small, easy-to-defense hillside, surrounded by a circle of low pointed log walls to protect his exterior, with blacksmith shops and stables.

In the inner courtyard protected by taller wooden walls and tower ridges, there is the lord's mansion, granary and money treasury.

What makes Tonysburg more outstanding than Dolstenburg is the tower of the villa where the lord lives, which is half a circle larger.

Don't underestimate the gap for half a circle, as this gives the guests a great impression. Simon's intuitive feeling is that Lange's lord's hall is both bright and spacious, and he also sees a beautiful tapestry praising Christ and a Dorsten family badge flag woven with brightly dyed cloth beside the walls.

Simon had to admit that none of his two castles were more luxurious than this.

However, this is not what Simon cares about. What he cares about is the development of his own territory and the growth of strength. With strong force, these embellishments that will deserve his identity in the future will naturally come to him.

"Baron Simon, my brother."

Lange, who had just finished drinking a large glass of red wine with a silver wine glass on the main seat, heard the call from the soldiers outside the door, and saw the familiar figure walking in at the door. So he put down the wine glass and showed a smile that seemed to be too fake to Simon, got up and walked slowly towards Simon.

"Long time no see, Earl Lange," Simon's answer was short and simple. He looked at the hall and continued, "Your new castle looks good."

"Thank you for your compliment. Your arrival has really made my shabby castle shine!" Lange said, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised upwards.

Simon didn't understand why Lange suddenly became so humble and polite. He used to be an arrogant guy who wanted to look at people with his nostrils.

"I bring you a gift," Simon waved to the fat man behind him, who greeted the servants to carry the thick and large wolf-wool carpet into the castle hall. "I hope you will like it."

"What a big carpet." The guests on the dining table made a sound of admiration, and some nobles who were blocked from their sight stood on tiptoe to see what was going on.

The wolf-skin carpet was respectfully held by three peddlers standing in a row with their hands. The fur looked very soft and a little white in the gray. Lange walked up and put his hands on the carpet while stroking it. His face, which had just recovered from its coldness, showed an invisible smile.

"This is a special gift, I will put it in my hall." Lange raised his head slightly and said as he walked back to his throne.

"That would be better." Although Simon was a little disappointed, he still had to act as if nothing had happened.

Simon originally thought Lange would put it in his bedroom. After all, the fur carpet was warmer than the rush, but what he didn't expect was that Lange is now keen on collecting various luxury goods that can demonstrate his identity, and then put it in his lord's hall to show off to every visitor.

In this way, if you step on the wolf skin carpet silently, the advantages that are suitable for assassination will be completely ineffective.

Lange was not the King of Qin, and the assassin sent by Simon was not Jing Ke. He had no intention of assassinating Lange on his throne in broad daylight.

"Please sit down, Baron Simon." Lange made a gesture of invitation to Simon, who sat in the empty seat in the long shelf table.

Spring is not a season for entertaining guests to eat and drink. Simon can tell from the slightly simple food on the dining table. This year's lambs and calves have not grown up yet, and now they are just some bacon and cheese on the dining table, so Lange makes up for this with a richer wine. Fortunately, the nobles on the dining table have a great time drinking.

At the dining table, Simon listened more than he said.

Simon is more interested in the information revealed when the nobles chatted and bragged before Lange than exposing his intentions to other barons in the Union before the public.

Their chatting content was not new, it was nothing more than a noble who resented the noble who gained a surprise fortune, who had asked the craftsmen to create a good sword, whose lady was better, and all kinds of unheard rumors about catching up on the wind and shadow.

Simon was a little curious about why the Duke of Cologne did not come. Baron Winter, who was sitting next to him, politely wiped his mouth with a handkerchief and told him that the Duke had gone to Dresden a while ago at Prince Otto's invitation and had not come back yet, but the wedding gift he prepared for Lange had been delivered to Lange by his knight.

"The noble mountain guardian, Earl Wolf, the Wolf of Vitral, brings his family!"

Hearing the loud shouts of the guards at the entrance of the tower, everyone stopped talking, and everyone turned their heads at the same time and looked towards the direction of the gate.
Chapter completed!