Next to the stable filled with horse manure and various stinky smells, a Simon's guard soldier was neatly stacking pieces of trophy onto the carriage.

"It's really a profit this time." Simon held up a torch while watching the firelight shine on the weapons and equipment that were put on the car, feeling indescribable satisfaction.

"Master, all the things sent by Baron Isel have been put into the car without falling to the ground." A soldier with sweat on his head walked to Simon and said tiredly.

"Good job, go and rest quickly." As soon as Simon finished speaking, the soldier saw a gadget flashing in the firelight flying towards him, and quickly caught it with his hands.

"Thank you, my master!" Looking at the copper coin in his hand, the soldier was overjoyed. After saying thank you, he hummed a cheerful tune and walked towards the side room. He was the only lucky man among all the guard soldiers who had no injuries at all.

At this time, Simon's wooden carriage had two more bloody and severely damaged cotton armor than before, a cracked pot helmet, two blunt curved short spears with a blunt spearhead, a single bow and twenty arrows, a slightly curled Germanic sword, two armed axes with notches, three farmer chopping wood axes, seven pitchforks and nine daggers.

In addition, in order to thank Simon's catapult for the huge advantage he created for him in the war, the generous Baron Isel gave Simon the chain mail that originally belonged to Sir Kuhn and a strong black war horse.

"What a beautiful horse!" Simon walked into the stable and gently stroked the black war horse that now belonged to him. The Baron was indeed generous, and he gave it to him, along with the exquisite saddle on the horse's back and the silver stirrup with a carved cross.

"Sir Simon," not far away, the young castle commander saw Simon in the stable and immediately walked over quickly, "Dear Lord Simon, my Lord invites you to the banquet in the Lord's Hall the day after tomorrow!"

"Oh?" Simon patted the dark horse gently, turned his head to look at the slightly nervous young man, "It seems that I will stay in this joyful goddess of victory for a few more days."

Simon had paid Baron Isel's additional twelve copper coins and entrusted him to send someone to take care of his thirty serfs and the simple catapult during his trip to Port Aberdoron. He had planned to set off tomorrow morning to continue to Port Aberdoron.

"That's right," the young messenger smiled and stepped on a travel horse in the stirrup. "I can't accompany you too much. I will ride my horse to the east on the order of my elders."

"Go, boy." Simon looked at the young man's back as he rode away and walked towards the wooden tower of Iselberg.

At this moment, Simon noticed the sound of drinking and punching not far from the fort. He couldn't help but turn his direction and walked out of the wooden fort gate. After leaving the fort gate, he walked a short downhill road in the bath of moonlight against the night wind, and finally saw the brightly lit tavern in the village.

When I pushed open the dilapidated wooden door with moss on the tavern, the first thing that came to me was a mixed smell of wine, sour sweat, and moldy smell. Then, there were deafening jokes, noises, rock-scissors, and continuous sounds of wine glasses colliding.

"Be careful, man!" Simon frowned. Just as he was about to raise his legs and walk in, a brown-haired farmer sitting by the door suddenly raised his hand and pointed at his feet. Simon looked closely and found that there was a pool of nauseous vomit. There were signs of being stepped on by someone on the vomit. It seemed that some unlucky guy had been unfortunately caught.

"Oh my god." Simon had to take a big step and cross the disgusting beach of things. After standing firm, Simon began to look at the tavern carefully.

The tavern is not big, with only three large oak tables and a dozen long benches. The tables are bustling with peasants fighting on the battlefield during the day. The tables are filled with wooden cups of ale and plates containing barbecue and roasted fruits. It seems that the Baron's reward for killing enemies has been in the purse of these guys who spend money.

There was no floor in the tavern. The wine sprinkled by some careless guys on the ground made the ground particularly wet. When I walked up, there were still wet mud sticky feet filled with wheat fragrance.

At this time, a peasant soldier told a vulgar joke, which made the two tables laugh. After laughing, I don’t know which of them had a stupid idea. The two tables of peasant soldiers unbuttoned their belts and took off their pants to compare with whose bird they were bigger.

"Oh, my God!" The fat boss lady couldn't help but cover her eyes and turn her back, but it made the peasants and soldiers laugh even more happily.

"Hey, sir, do you want to eat something and drink some ale? Please rest assured that the Baron specially canceled the curfew for these days to celebrate the victory of the war. The shop bags will not close when you are having a good time." A white-bearded old wine servant who was wiping a wooden cup with a rag behind the bar looked at the customer who had just entered the shop with his muddy eyes.

After returning to Iselberg, Simon removed all the equipment and armor in the guest room, and now he was just wearing a cotton coat that was slightly better than the thick linen clothes worn by ordinary civilians. Therefore, no one in the tavern recognized Simon's noble identity.

"I guess you want a delicious roast pork tenderloin, a large glass of refreshing ale, and a freshly baked hot breaded apple pie," said the waiter, looking at the hesitant Simon, gushing, "Sir, I swear you will fall in love with these, just like every guest who gave a thumbs up after eating."

"Okay, let's have one." Simon touched his croaking stomach. He had to admit that this eloquent wine servant could make people hungry just by saying it.

There were no empty seats in the big wooden table, and Simon really had nothing to talk to these foolish medieval farmers. So Simon sat alone on the wooden chair in the corner of the bar.

But soon, he noticed that on the wooden chair on his left was a guy who was dressed and had a completely different temperament than those of these farmers.

"The group of Magyars on the grassland, archers on the shaking horses, were constantly harvesting the precious lives of one Saxon warrior after another with the short bow in their hands." A blond middle-aged man wearing a short orange-green color-blocking robe and red tights were speaking emotionally. Several peasant soldiers gathered around him, drinking and eating while listening quietly.

"The Saxon Knights wearing shiny armor and riding Gao Jun's war horses were also launched," the blonde man's tone gradually became passionate, and then the conversation changed. "But those archers riding flexible ponies would not fight them head-on like knights. If you look at it for example, they would run away like rats, exhaust the cat's physical strength, and then give the cat a fatal counterattack when the cat is exhausted. They will turn from prey to hunters again."

"God blesses, there are such a terrible enemy, and even the elite Saxon soldiers and knights cannot do anything to them!" A peasant soldier sighed and drew a cross on his chest.

"Sir, keep talking." An old peasant soldier was eager to know the follow-up.

"Ahem, that's the one, I'm out of wine." The blonde middle-aged man coughed lightly, flipped the wooden cup in his hand, but didn't even pour out a drop of ale.

"Hey, Old Schroeder, give this gentleman another glass of ale, and count it on my account!" The peasant soldier shouted loudly. After a while, the old wine servant handed out a large glass of cold ale.

"It feels much better now," the blonde middle-aged man raised his head and slapped the beads on his beard. "But luckily, our resourceful King Henry quickly took a new countermeasure. He built dense castles on the plain east of Saxony to resist the invasion. He used the exquisite tactics of infantry as bait to allow elite cavalry to ambush, and severely hit the arrogant arrogance of the pagans and protected the vast Christian people!"

"Okay!" An old serf who was drunk and blushed on the table excitedly.

"That's it. Although the pagans still ride horses to invade the vast land of our kingdom, they are already very rare and difficult to trample on us without any scruples. Everyone, we all live in the glory of the Lord, and I believe that everyone's life will be better and better." The blonde middle-aged man raised his wine glass and drank the ale in one gulp. Several other peasants nodded with satisfaction and continued to eat the dishes on their plates.

"Sir, your wine and food." The fat boss lady wore a grilled apron and placed the charming aroma of roast pork tenderloin and apple pie at Simon's table. Then the old wine waiter came over and placed a glass of ale next to the plate containing the tenderloin.

"Sir, if I guess correctly, you are a nobleman, are you?" At this time, the middle-aged blonde man noticed Simon sitting on the chair next to him.

"Oh?" Simon put down his wine glass and smacked his lips, "How did you see that?"

"I have seen more nobles than these farmers have seen." The blonde middle-aged man smiled faintly and wiped his mouth with his dirty and greasy sleeves.

"That means, are you a bard?" Simon asked in a vague way, chewing in his mouth.

"Obviously." The blonde man played with the wine glass in his hand and looked at Simon with a smile.

"Wine servant, give him a glass of wine, count me." Simon certainly knew what the guy was thinking. Sure enough, after getting another glass of cool ale, the blonde middle-aged man started talking.

"My name is Ludwig. You may not believe it. My father is actually the Duke of Frankenia," Ludwig smiled bitterly and shook his head, "But my mother is the Duke's maid."

"Oh, that's it!" Simon then realized that he was an unrecognized illegitimate child.

"I was sent to an Earl's house as a servant when I was very young. When I grew up, my father arranged for me to be a monk." Ludwig took a small sip of bitter ale, as if he had recalled a past that was unbearable to look back on.

"I read a lot of interesting books in the library of the monastery, all of which prompted me to look outward and the colorful world outside at all times. Finally one day, I really couldn't stand the boring life in the monastery. So on a stormy night, I climbed over a low wall in the monastery and escaped." At this point, Ludwig smiled.

"It's so pitiful. Perhaps that kind of leisurely life is similar to going to jail for him." Simon thought to himself.

"My escape allowed the Duchess, who had been dissatisfied with me, to break my father from me. I don't care anyway, and I just rely on the accumulated knowledge I learned in the monastery to be a wandering bard. God bless me, I feel that I am very fulfilling and satisfied, and that's enough." Ludwig said indifferently.

"So that's it. Did you invite Baron Isel this time?" Simon asked curiously. Generally speaking, bards are indispensable for the main person to hold a banquet.

"No. I was originally in Port Aberdoron, but when I heard that Baron Isel and Baron Arnhem were fighting, I packed up and set off. It was very simple. No matter which side wins, a banquet will be held. For me, everyone's money will be earned." Ludwig took a sip of wine and licked his lips.

"That's right." Simon nodded and sent the apple into his mouth.

"Actually, as a bard, I prefer to go see the magnificent scenery, the duels of knights, the cruel wars, and the places where the holy sites have been revealed," Ludwig's eyes shining with yearning.

"Ha, when it comes to the place where the sacred lands are revealed, you can go to my territory, and look at the village of Folde, the Earl of Berg, to the south, and I swear with my honor that now there is the manifestation of God."

"What?" Ludwig's eyes were full of sneering, "You're not kidding, I've passed there before, and there was no special place."

There was no choice but to tell Ludwig the magical monk story after Father Isel.

"Oh my god, there is such a thing! I will definitely go to the village of Fold when I have time to see God's manifestation." Ludwig was different from the farmer and pastor, and accepted Simon's deception very quickly.
Chapter completed!