"Baron Simon, it's so boring to eat in your hall," Lange chewed the rabbit meat. Judging from his expression, he was obviously very satisfied with the taste of the dish, but he just couldn't help but want to pick some bones out of the eggs, "Do you don't have a clown for your entertainment?"

As Earl Lange said, he glanced at the fat man Hoffmann who was greedying beside him.

Of course Simon knew what he meant. He wanted Simon to appoint Fatty as his court clown for everyone to enjoy, which would also make the relationship between Fatty and Simon worse.

"Ha, there is no clown serving me at the moment, because I have a talented bard around me." Simon raised his head slightly, expressing disdain for Lange's inferior discord trick.

"A little bird once told me that his name was Ludwig, right?" Lange's playful eyes seemed to tell Simon that he was in control of Simon's every move.

"Yes. But compared to this, I'm more curious about who the little bird who told you the news was and where he is now." Simon looked at Lange meaningfully.

"It doesn't matter," Lange felt a little uncomfortable. The eyeliner who told him the news a year ago had disappeared for a long time. Julian once said that he was probably dead in an unknown corner. "Can you ask him to come and chant a few poems for us?" He changed the subject.

"Of course, but he lives near Esbaiburg on the other side of the river. When he gets the news, I guess you're already asleep." Simon shrugged.

"What a pity. Anyway, this is such a boring meal." Lange spitted the rabbit's leg bone under the table and burped it.

"Thank you for your praise." Simon finished drinking the last red wine in the glass and wiped his mouth with a napkin.

"You like to talk badly now."

"It depends on how you understand what I said."

"You guy has never been polite."

"Maybe you are the only one who thinks that."

“…”

Lange was silent for a while. The few glasses of red wine made his face red and his head dizzy. He seemed to be thinking about things. After a while, he thought of his purpose of coming here, so he looked at Simon on the main seat again: "I think I need an explanation to the survivors of the Fieldhausen Ranch."

"What do you want, just say it." Simon didn't like Lange's roundabout way, so he stopped dealing with him in a vain and slanderous manner, and said straight to the point.

"Very good," Lange was interrupted by Simon's straightforwardness in playing cards. He paused for a moment, "You have to hand over the four Magyar prisoners of war to me. I will burn them to death in front of the church in Dorstenburg to calm the panic of the people."

Simon couldn't help laughing again. How could he have such a shameless and greedy brother, always thinking of taking away his victory without paying any price.

Capturing alive and burning pagans after the trial of clergy can not only improve their reputation, but also gain the favor of the church. If Lange is not moved by such a good thing, he will not be Lange.

And now, his tone seemed to be giving orders to his servants. Perhaps he still thought he was the head of the Dorsten family and had forced the head to restrain Simon.

"I refuse. I have to give my people an explanation." Simon didn't like being condescendingly by Lange.

"Believe me, your people don't need it," Lange's cold words brought a bit of sullenia, "your Folderburg is intact, and my Fieldhausen ranch is in great pain."

"No, this is not the reason you took those prisoners of war," Simon's refusal was as cold and hard as the stone walls of the ancient empire. "My soldiers were killed and injured in the battles of the pagans. They urgently needed to see the pagans being judged by justice to soothe their souls."

"Then you have to give me at least half." Earl Lange knew that he was in a disadvantage and gave in.

"If I promise, what would you exchange for it?" Simon's eyes sharpened.

Earl Lange was speechless for a moment. It seemed that he had exposed his greedy and arrogant nature - he had never thought about giving Simon anything to exchange. He just wanted to get what he wanted without spending or at the least.

"The lives of pagans are as cheap as grass, and they are not worth anything at all. Even if they are left to me for treatment, you will not lose anything." Lange said shamelessly.

"When you burn them to death, their lives are meaningful and valuable," Simon sneered, unceremoniously uncovering the little abacus in Lange's heart. "Otherwise, as you said, the lives of pagans are worse than weeds on the roadside, and even if I don't give them to you, you will not lose anything."

"Don't play word games with me and me anymore. You can always say the black ones as white, and the white ones as black ones," Lange was a little furious. He now fully understood that he could not make Simon lose his reason. "Since you are so inhumane, it seems that I can only use Transnier silver coins to exchange for prisoners of war."

"I will give you at most two prisoners of war, each of which will be ten silver coins." Simon will not miss the opportunity to open his mouth.

"Why don't you go to rob?" Earl Lange almost shouted, but he tried hard to suppress the scream that surged into his throat and said calmly: "It's not worth it. Each two Transnier silver coins are the highest price I can tolerate."

"When the priests and bishops of the diocese praise you, you will know that it is worth it." Simon said fearlessly. Anyway, the pagan prisoners of war are in his hands, and Lange could not snatch them away.

"Each prisoner of war, five Transnier silver coins. I warn you Baron Simon, don't be too tempted. I decided to spend so much money for these two pagans who are alive, because of the poverty of your territory and the fact that we are all wet with the same blood."

The three knights of Count Lange and the fat Hoffman watched in amazement as the two noble adults bargained for the lives of the pagans. Just now, they kept saying that this was to soothe the people. In the blink of an eye, this turned into a business.

In the end, Lange paid Simon twelve silver coins of Transnier and took away two Magyar prisoners of war.

Simon was not interested in what Lange would do with the prisoners of war in the future. At least, he gained real benefits and successfully sent Lange away - the latter promised to leave with his army after dawn tomorrow.

The happiest one was undoubtedly the Lange soldiers. They had just marched for a long time, stationed outside Foldburg, ate the black bread provided by Simon, and lay on the blanket provided by Simon, without bleeding or even death in battle, and could bring Victory and two pagan prisoners home.

This is probably the easiest call they have ever been in their lives, not as military service, but as outings.

"God bless!"

“Thank you for your protection!”

With the somewhat strange look of the messenger, Lange's serf soldiers began to fold their hands and thank God. They obviously thought that their prayers before the war had worked, which was God's mercy and arrangement for them.

When the dawn of the next day burned the sky red, awakened the sun, and returned the earth to the shroud of light, Count Lange rode his horse under his knights and slowly left the village gate of Foldberg.

In addition to the reins, he also held a long and thick "dog leash". At the end of the "dog leash" were two dirty and embarrassed Magyar prisoners of war, which Lange bought for twelve silver coins of Transnier. Their function was to be burned to make Lange die, gain public reputation and the favor of the church, and that's all.

Today is also a special day for Foldberg. Today, Father James will judge the pagans, and Simon will distribute spoils to the soldiers and reward the warriors.

It is worth mentioning, however, that when most of Simon's soldiers were drinking, having a big meal and celebrating victory last night, an inconspicuous figure quietly left the pub.

He took advantage of the night to mingle among the soldiers who were sending supplies to Lange's army. After he successfully left the village gate, he quickly disappeared into the dense forest and walked towards the battlefield during the day without fear.
Chapter completed!