The small ferry was not loading any cargo and was rising and falling with the ripples of the Rhine River, which made Father James, who was a little seasick, pale. He was not a familiar person.

"The last time I took the boat was decades ago. The sea ferry from England to the mainland almost made me vomit my intestines!" Father James seemed to want to divert his attention and relieve his dizziness, and said to the sailor next to him with self-deprecating words.

The sailor's face was covered with wrinkles, his skin was sunburned and his hands were covered with scars, and he looked very famous. He looked like a tough guy who made a living at sea all year round. He looked at Father James with teasingly and said, "The land duck cannot defeat the Vikings!"

Father James knew that the old sailor was teasing the Englishman who suffered great losses without the navy in the early days of fighting against the Vikings.

Ever since King Alfred had presciently formed a fleet of its own Anglo-Saxons, it was hard for the Vikings to drive straight into the estuaries of various rivers in southern England as before.

Two strong Simon's private soldiers were fully armed and boarded the boat. After the weight was gained, the boat was undulating much smaller. The sailor unbuttoned the rope connecting the ferry and the small pier, and the long wooden oars moved against the direction of the water.

"I hope Father James can arrive in Cologne safely and bring me some good news!" Simon stood on the wall of the South Village in Feldburg, looking at the boat that left the pier and rowed towards the upper reaches of the Rhine, and said to himself.

If Lange's messenger takes land, he will inevitably detour between hills and forests. The soldiers responsible for escorting must always be alert to the robbers on the roadside, so the speed cannot be increased.

If Father James walks on the water, he doesn't need to worry about these problems. The boat just needs to sail upstream along the Rhine River, and there is no need to worry about encountering pirates.

"Sir Julian... I hope you can stand on the right side of justice as always and make the right choice." Simon murmured in his heart.

Sir Julian is now in an embarrassing position. This time he chose to betray the monarch who promoted him, and made a just choice to secretly bring the news to his savior Simon, which made Simon begin to face up to this Lange slut that he once despised.

It is undeniable that Sir Julian has done many bad things and stabbed Simon with many ugly words, but at least now, he is changing and seeking spiritual salvation.

The weather was not good for the next two days. The rumbling thunder and sultry air swept through Simon's territory. The violent summer rain made a gust of wind as his vanguard. The strong wind whistled past the earth, blowing the pea stems and leaves and green wheat stems in the fertile fields.

Before the rainstorm, the farmers made fences with willow strips outside the newly reclaimed fields, and made scarecrows with hay, worn linen clothes and straw hats. The fences prevent wild deer and rabbits from rushing into the farmland to eat crops, while the scarecrow is responsible for repelling birds.

The dripping of rain fell on the dry ground and disappeared soon, but this was just the beginning. The black rain clouds floated over with countless such raindrops. After a while, the dry and cracked land was now washed out of small puddles.

Simon looked at the rain outside the window and couldn't help but worry about Father James on the journey. At the same time, his gloomy mood caused him to make some worst plans, such as what should he do if Lange's messenger arrives first, such as what should he do if Baron Luke leads his soldiers to attack Esbaiburg...

Suddenly, a crack was opened in the wooden door of the castle tower hall, and a strong man, wet, walked in with heavy steps.

The young man took off his rain-filled cloak and put it on the wooden chair next to the fire pit to dry it. Then he picked up a strip of meat from the plate at the end of the table and put it in his mouth to chew it. The chewing sound of "bajibaji" suddenly resounded throughout the hall.

Simon doesn't have to guess who he is - Klein Jr.

"Is everything going well?" Simon said, waved to the servants beside him, signaling them all to go out.

"It can't be smoother. The dull old fat pig Hulta didn't even notice my existence at all." After all the servants and soldiers left the tower hall, Little Klein patted his chest confidently and said.

"You're back before Herta, I guess..."

"You guessed it," Klein nodded confidently, "It's time to send this damn traitor to hell."

"I get it," Simon's eyes turned cold. He had already made up his mind to kill, "Where is he now? Still in Bruges?"

"He had replenished the goods in Bruges and had dealt with the stolen goods that Jimmy stolen and sold to him. Now he should meet Baron Luke in secret in the city of Kortrick. By the way, do you want to hear the details of the traitor's contact with Baron Luke?"

"No, this doesn't matter anymore, I believe you. Go and find Sir Bill now and let him bring a few tight-lipped confidants to ambush Helta with you. His carriage is full of goods and will definitely come back on the road," Simon said, making a neck-wiping action, "Find a remote place to let others evaporate, you know what to do, and don't leave any witnesses."

"Okay, I can guarantee that this treacherous mouse will never return to Esbaiburg again," Klein nodded. He just wanted to turn around and leave, but suddenly remembered something and turned around and asked, "By the way, what should Helta's wife Fat Betty do? Will you solve it together?"

"No need," Simon waved his hand. "There are too many examples of merchants meeting robbers on the road these days. We acted secretly and she would not doubt it. In addition, although this woman is as cunning and stingy as Hurta, she is at least not bad. It is very risky to solve her in the village."

"Then I'll say hello to Mr. Ludwig and ask him to send someone to keep a close eye on Fat Betty?"

"Yes, but be careful not to be exposed. I don't want the rumors that Hulta was assassinated by his lord suddenly spread in the village."

"Okay. What should Jimmy, a militiaman who has privately kept the spoils?"

"I will take him with me this time to fight the Magyars. If he dares to escape in battle, you can shoot him directly with a bow. If he dies in battle, he will pay the price for his stealing. If he kills a few Magyars and survives," Simon smiled playfully, "then even if he is worthy of his merits and demerits. But if he dares to secretly hide the spoils, you will directly capture others and I will send him to the gallows."

Simon's handling has his own plans.

This time, unlike the last time the village chief Duden was executed, Hulta was very cautious in collecting intelligence for Baron Luke, and it was easy to say that it was easy to leak. Simon found it difficult to find direct evidence to execute him in front of everyone. In addition, unlike Duden, the scumbag who everyone shouted to beat, Hulta, who is well versed in survival, looked very popular in Esbai Village.

In that case, if you want to get rid of him, it is most suitable to be in a wilderness without witnesses.

As for Fat Betty, she is not actually a bad mind. In addition, she seems to have a high reputation among the women in the village. If she has not contacted Baron Luke now and in the future, Simon certainly has no need to kill her.

As for the militiaman Jimmy, Klein wanted to fish for big fish for a long line at that time, he did not capture others at that time. Although the lord of this era was the law in his own territory, executing a militia defending the village without direct evidence would cause a significant blow to Simon's prestige and would also make other militias passive.

The rain stopped, and little Klein hurriedly left as he came. He took a basket of easily preserved black bread and meat strips from the lord's kitchen, and it seemed that he had planned the place to squat and the food he needed when he waited.

Father James still didn't get any news back, which made Simon a little anxious. He wanted to focus on something else. Just when he was confused, the carpenter apprentice in Cooser Village sent a "Golden Tuck Spear".

"Ri'an, my Lord Lord. The ancient Tark spear you ordered has been completed," said the apprentice sniffing, "The top of each spear is covered with a layer of iron. Even as a pure blunt weapon, it is absolutely qualified."

"These are enough to make the damn Magyars uncomfortable," Simon lifted a spear and looked back and forth happily. It is conceivable that when the pagan cavalry were stabbed off the horse, what awaited them would be a ruthless heavy hammer.

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