"The Magyar squad crossed the fragile border of our kingdom like locusts. These pagan squads may have the purpose of exploring paths and inquiries in addition to killing and looting. Now, they may have completed their reconnaissance plan. It is reliable that the best blacksmiths in the pagan territory are making weapons and shields day and night, and their tax officials are collecting food and grass everywhere, and all signs indicate that they are going to carry out a massive expedition in an attempt to completely defeat us..."

Simon breathed a breath of turbid air. It seemed that an extremely difficult battle was approaching step by step in an orderly manner. He closed his eyes and rubbed his temples with some fatigue, and then continued to look at the letter.

"My vassals and peoples should stop all internal wars, work together, and prepare for war. This is God's will, and the blade of Christians should be waved to the pagans in such difficult times, not to the Lamb of the other Lord."

Simon almost laughed out loud when he read this, and he could imagine how wonderful the expression on his face would be when Earl Lange received the same letter on the throne of Tonysburg.

Originally, after the marriage, Earl Lange turned his gun and pointed at him, without thinking, he must be forging his claim of his territory. As a result, both the Duke and the Church have begun to use their influence and prestige to prevent the outbreak of the civil war and make all Christians ready to resist the invasion of foreign enemies.

Lange was a smart man. No matter how angry and unwilling he was, he would not dare to declare war on Simon during this period, no matter how sufficient and convincing his reasons were.

What are the consequences of attacking Simon and his territory who are preparing to fight against the pagans? Simon, who has a good relationship with the church, just go to the bishop to speak up and put a hat on it. For example, does Lange have a suspicion of collusion with the pagans? Or is he tempted by the devil? These are all enough for him to feel good.

In this era, you may not care about the king, the duke, your lord and all the noble colleagues around you, but you will never care about the church.

When you do something that both man and God are angry and annoyed the church, they have some means to make you feel uncomfortable. If the church issues a "ban on church order" to your territory, the huge waves raised by the angry leaders who have been deprived of their faith can beat you to pieces.

If you suffer a worse “exclusion”, it means you have no place to stand in the Catholic world unless the Pope personally forgives you and withdraws the “exclusion” order.

The noblest emperor, Caesar Heinrich IV, also knelt barefoot outside the Castle of Canossa, which was mixed with wind and snow for three days and three nights before the Pope was able to revoke the extortion order.

Simon thought that the Duke of Cologne had his own considerations to prevent the outbreak of the civil war. If a war broke out in the Duke, it would not be as simple as a fight between one count and one baron, and it would definitely turn into a battle between five barons and two counts. By then, every place in the entire Duke except the Duke's own territory would be covered by war and smoke.

This will undoubtedly greatly weaken the strength of the entire principality. As an emerging duke, Amadeus is quite a few people who are eyeing him, especially in this period when the Magyars are approaching the full-scale attack.

"Thank you for bringing this letter. You did a great job," Simon put the letter back on the table and found a silver silver coin in his waist, not very good-quality from the purse at his waist, but it was undoubtedly a huge sum of money for a messenger. "Tommy, I admire you very much. There are not many tough and brave soldiers like you, and deserve a little reward."

"Thank you for your praise, sir, this is my duty... I mean, this is all I should do," Tommy saw Simon coming over, and quickly threw the bones of the chicken leg that he had finished eating but was still sucking under his feet. He wiped his oily mouth with his sleeve and stood up. His eyes could not be moved away from the Transnier silver coin. He really had no reason to refuse, "Thank you for your reward, my sir."

"Hahaha, very good," Simon patted Tommy on the shoulder, "By the way, I wonder if you've ever heard of the Thorny Tavern in Dusseldorf?"

"Of course I heard it," Tommy nodded without thinking, "Every townspeople in Düsseldorf know that unique tavern, because besides the ale, they also offer a delicious and unique delicacy. Oh, God, God knows how many times I have visited there!"

Simon curled his lips: "Ahh, that tavern is actually in my name. You are welcome to visit at any time. I will send someone to tell the owner of the Thorn Tavern that you can enjoy discounts when you go there to eat and drink. In addition, in return, I hope you can do some simple little things for me."

"I'll listen to the emperor, my generous lord." Tommy's body was trembling slightly because of excitement. His hands were holding the Transnell silver coin tightly, feeling its unique patterns.

"I have a bad relationship with Count Lange, which is well known in the public. I am very worried that he will slander me with his in-laws and ally Earl Wolf in the Duke of Cologne," Simon paused. "If those two Counts go to see the Duke, or if you hear about them in the Duke, you can tell the owner of the Thorn Tavern that he will reward you with a richer reward."

"Willing to serve you, my lord," Tommy nodded heavily, "Earl Lange is an arrogant and cunning man, and I have no doubt that he will do such a shameless thing. Although I am just an irrelevant little person around the Duke and cannot restore your image to you in front of the Duke, if I have their news, I will definitely contact the owner of the Thorn Tavern."

"Very good," Simon patted Tommy on the shoulder again, making him feel his trust, "But I want to remind you that Tommy, Lange is not only as cunning as a venomous snake, but also as cautious as a coyote. He must have spies around the Duke, so for your safety, you must keep this matter secret and not let anyone notice it. Do you understand?"

"You can wrap it with me," Tommy patted his chest hard, "I know what to do."

"Good boy, I'll look forward to your good news. Have a good rest tonight, and before you set out on your trip tomorrow, you can go to the Lord's Kitchen to get some smoked fish, bacon, cheese and bread as dry food on the way."

"Thank you again, my sir. I will definitely not let you down!"

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The tavern owner Helta wanted to customize two new wooden barrels from the carpenter in Kooser Village, because two soldiers got drunk and fought last night, causing chaos in the store, and finally broke up the two empty wooden barrels in the corner. God, that is the container he wants to purchase goods!

However, the carpenter seemed to be busier than usual. He told Hurta that he might have to start making the wooden barrel orders for Hurta, because Lord Simon asked him and his apprentices to make fifty new spears in a month, and during this time they had no time to make other orders.

Hulta looked at the "Ancient Vine Tucker Spear" next to the workbench and opened his eyes wide in a strange way. In his opinion, the short spears wrapped in iron were very bulky, and they no longer looked like spears, but more like the funny scepter held in the clown's performance.

"Are you sure this is a spear?" Hurta's tone was a bit ridiculous.

"This is the lord asking us to do this." The carpenter didn't want to deal with Hulta's boring problem, so his apprentice spread his hands and explained to Hulta.

"This is really a genius invention, isn't it?" Hulta couldn't help laughing, but everyone in the carpenter shop was busy with the work on hand, and no one agreed with him, which made him feel a little embarrassed, so he left in shame.

Hulta returned to his stump tavern, where five large wooden barrels had been tied up in the carriage at the entrance of the tavern and covered with tarpaulins. Six wademen with rakes and short axes were sitting idle at the entrance of the tavern drinking, waiting for their employer to order a departure.

"Hey, lazy guys, get up," Hulta didn't like these guys drinking too much before they set off, which would make them relax their guard during the journey, especially with precious jewelry and jewelry on his body. "Stop drinking, guys, it's not too late to wait until Bruges!"

The wademen were from Swabian. They were hired by Hurta, who was looking for escort to go on the road together while passing by Esbaiburg yesterday.

These free guys felt that Hurta had no right to deprive them of their freedom of drinking. They just stopped talking and looked at Hurta strangely, and then started drinking on their own.

In this regard, Hulta had no choice but to complain in his heart. This was the second time he was embarrassed today.

"This group of arrogant foreigners from the Southland are really annoying..."

Hurta muttered dissatisfiedly and walked into the tavern. Fattina had helped him pack everything he needed during the journey, and wrapped a few large pieces of rye bread with a clean linen as his food rations.

At the same time, in the hall of Esbaiburg, Little Klein packed his bags, brought his dry food, and prepared to set off.

"Let's be smart on the road, don't be discovered by Hulta. If you can confirm that he has a connection with Baron Kortrick, come back and report to me immediately," Simon finished speaking, a trace of coldness flashed through his eyes.

"Don't worry, sir." Little Klein nodded confidently.

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