Funerals are usually solemn, accompanied by gloomy light and light rain. Sometimes, the sky in the distance will suddenly turn white. Not long after, a long thunder sound like a whisper of a wild beast slowly came.

But today is different.

Today is sunny, and the canvas of the sky are as pure as a bucket of cobalt blue pigment dyed. The birds' chirpings are not annoying, but instead soothe the injured hearts of the families of the soldiers who bid farewell to the sun in the wind.

Nineteen corpses of varying degrees of injury were oiled on the forehead, limbs, and torso one by one by Father James, and prayed in his mouth, hoping that their souls could resist the temptation of the devil on their way to heaven.

Their mouths were already stuffed with "Body Cake". In the hotter sunlight, Father James gave them the final requiem mass.

Several poor people who received alms wrapped their bodies in gray shrouds and put them in the digging pit next to the church. The gravedigger stood next to the new mound of soil with a shovel in black robe and held a shovel. After all the bodies were put in, he began his own work.

This period of time is the most difficult for the family. Eternal farewell is always sad. Although they know that the person they love will eventually get eternal life in heaven, the torture and suffering in the world still require them to continue to go through.

The church heard the sound of "ding bells" and nineteen small crosses engraved with names were firmly nailed to the sacred land beside the church.

Next, Klein and several private soldiers gave them the death penalty promised by Simon - one Transnier silver coin for each militia soldier family and two Transnier silver coins for each private soldier family.

In this battle, Simon lost eighteen militias and one private soldier. Since it was the first time the militia went to the battlefield, there would be a lot of casualties, which was as expected by Simon.

Another unlucky private soldier was not killed by the Magyars in close combat. Looking at the holes pierced by arrows on his neck, he knew that he was killed by a cunning pagan with a cold arrow.

When the last grave pit was filled with gravediggers and the funeral was over, the next time was the reward time, and the moment that all soldiers were most looking forward to.

The rewards were selected from the trophy this time. God knows how many things these Magyars snatched. According to Ryan's rough estimate, their total value was close to six hundred Transnier silver coins. Most of them, in addition to ready-made coins, also had some jewelry and jewelry and the holy grail of gold and silver. If Simon expected, these valuable gadgets were stolen from merchants, little nobles and churches.

Sometimes, these Magyars would snatch some miscellaneous goods, but they were more inclined to let a few German-speaking companions disguised as merchants and sold all these unknown things, exchanged them for tempting silver coins, and put them in their pockets.

The only thing poor farmers can be robbed is heavy and clumsy farm tools and food. Apart from eating, the Magyars certainly look down on these things that take up space and are useless.

Speaking of rewards, Simon's private soldiers were the main force in killing the enemy in this battle and also Simon's most elite military force. They charged at the forefront, and used their superb courage and martial arts to inspire the team of recruits who were extremely prone to collapse. They would undoubtedly receive the most rewards. Klein, a young man, gave them three Dnell silver coins to each of them according to their military achievements.

The rewards received by the militias that constitute the majority of the army were equally good. Each of them received trophy worth about a silver coin, but not everyone got money - some got fur, some got fur, and some got small things like rings and necklaces.

Of course, those who get physical trophy can use these things to exchange food in their lord Simon, or barter from other merchants to exchange goods they want. In this era of underdeveloped economy, bartering is a very common way of trading.

Some people with good financial conditions will use this money and some family savings to buy a piece of their own field to cultivate. As for what they plant, it has nothing to do with Simon.

When all the soldiers received their rewards, the soldiers from Esbaiburg left Fort Folde in an orderly manner under the leadership of Krieg. They came to the ferry by the river, boarded the ferry, and set foot on the land of their hometown. They would get a period of renovation and then continue to return to their posts.

Many soldiers were free money, and most of them would choose to go to the wheat tavern in Kooth Village to eat a stir-fry with bread and a glass of cool ale, which was undoubtedly their most luxurious enjoyment in summer.

But Herta, the owner of the tavern in Esbai Village, has become increasingly haggard, just like his tavern business that has sunset down the west mountain.

To be honest, his stump tavern business is no longer as good as before. Most of the people who come to drink are farmers and servants who have worked all day long. The reason for their coming here has changed from having no choice to having no more energy to drink better wine and taste better food in the village of Cooser, which is close to the corner.

His only advantage was that poor Welsh female slave Meli, who was usually responsible for cleaning and doing all kinds of chores. When the drinkers needed it, she became a tool for these men to release the fire of desire. Whenever this time, Hulta would smile and think about how much money he could make.

Meli looked at Hulta with fear and hatred. She wanted to escape from here and return to her hometown, but she was not familiar with the place and the chance of successfully escaping was slim, so slim that it could be ignored.

Many wonder how Hulta could still maintain the stump tavern after snatching most of his business in the wheat pub in Cooser Village, Hulta would explain: "Thanks to that little Welsh bitch."

This seems reasonable explanation, but it cannot fool everyone. Some people believe that there must be unknown secrets hidden behind him.

And today, his tavern welcomed a generous militia.

This militia was very young, unlike other militias who were stingy and stingy. He seemed to have squandered all his rewards. In addition to plates of boiled sausages and roasted pork, he also liked to play dice games with others and made a lot of bets.

He seemed to be unworried that he would go home in shame in the end. He looked very confident, as if he had a gold mine behind him.

Although a silver transnier coin is worth nearly a year of income for a farmer, if he is just like this young man, he can't actually last for a few nights.

When the young man named Jimmy was playing dice with people and was waving his empty wine glass in the direction of the counter on the third night, Tina came over with a pottery wine jar and refused his request.

"Oh, my dear sir," Fattina shook the can, the sound of the liquid hitting the wall of the can make the young Jimmy feel more and more thirsty. "Your Transnier Coin is used up, and it seems you have to continue paying to continue to get the delicious drinks and service of Mellie."

As he said that, Fat Tina pointed to Meli who was sweeping the floor beside her. The poor girl's red palm prints on her face had not yet subsided because of Herta's violent temper, but this still could not hide her beauty.

"I, of course I can continue, pay," Jimmy's face turned red, and his tongue seemed to be tied when he spoke. "But," he said, his face became mysterious, his eyes also glanced left and right with vigilance, and his voice became weaker, "This money may be a bit sensitive. Will Hurta dare to accept it?"

"Tell me these things in the backyard." Fattina obviously knew that this was not a good place to talk about such topics. She winked at Hulta in front of the counter, who understood what she meant, walked over and patted Jimmy on the shoulder, and smiled and walked into the private backyard behind the tavern.

When Jimmy returned to the gambling table to continue his game more than ten minutes later, the purse around his waist made a crisp sound of silver coins colliding, and there were obviously a lot of coins inside. Fat Tina also filled him with fruit wine, and his happiness was inserted into an inconspicuous little episode, but in a more inconspicuous corner, a pair of sharp eyes captured all of this.
Chapter completed!