"The legal ruler of Redberg and its surrounding lands, Oxfamists of West Friesia, the city-breaker of Nordhorn, and Baron Pitt from Baron Red, come!" the young castle commander said loudly in a thick and rhythmic tone.

After a while, Simon, Baron Iser, and the nobles who were already sitting in the hall saw a tall bearded old man wearing red muslin shawls, wearing exquisite yellow robes and red and white color-blocked leggings, and exquisite short boots. Behind him was a young curly squire.

"Hey, my old friend Bruce," Baron Red quickly walked forward and hugged Baron Isel, "I heard that Bruce you defeated that damn Baron Arnhem, but I am very happy for you from the bottom of my heart!"

"Haha, thank you for your concern, Pete," Baron Isel took a glass of fresh warm wine from his servant and handed it to Baron Red, "Sit down quickly, old man, now everyone is here, I'll let the servants serve the food right away!"

It is worth mentioning that people in the Middle Ages believed that people were composed of four types of body fluids. Maintaining the health of the body required continuous regulation of the "cold" and "hot" of the fluids in the body. Generally, people believe that the elderly are "cold", so they have to eat and drink more hot foods and drinks.

Since most of the attendees were elderly nobles and wives, everyone is drinking specially heated wine now.

"Hey, Calvin, Defoe, Daniel, Blair, or you old guys! How are you doing recently?" Baron Red sat in the empty seat next to Simon and greeted several nobles on the table. He seemed to be very familiar with them.

"There are also respected Carly, Laura, and Madame Mary. I haven't seen you for a long time, and I've become beautiful again." Baron Red said, and the ladies of the nobles at the table covered their mouths and giggled.

"But I seem to have never seen you before, sir." At this time, Baron Red noticed Simon beside him and smiled kindly.

"Hello, Baron Red, I am Sir Simon of the Dorsten family, Earl of the Berg in the south. This time I joined Baron Isel's army as a mercenary." Simon said a little respectfully when he saw that the other party was a baron.

But even so, he still noticed the disgust and cruelty that appeared in Baron Red's eyes. For a moment, the atmosphere in the wooden tower hall was a little awkward.

In the eyes of the nobles, mercenaries are just a group of bloodthirsty, extremely greedy, and evil people who use money to do things. These mercenaries are hired to fight as soldiers in wartime, but when there is no war, they often play the role of robbers and rob the local lord's villages to make a living.

In addition, many mercenaries would despicablely raise prices when the battle was at its peak, which made many employers furious and had to accept new prices. Obviously, Simon was regarded as a shameless and cunning mercenary leader by Baron Red.

"Peter, your territory is far away from the Earl Berg in the south. You may not know much about the nobles and families there." Baron Issel saw Baron Red's collapsed face and immediately walked up and patted his shoulder. "He is from a family full of honor and trustworthy. At the same time, he himself is a noble knight!"

"I have to say that my great victory this time was thanks to the brave and good Sir Simon and his catapult! If I hadn't convinced him to join my camp during his journey to Port Aberdoron, it would be hard to say who would win or lose." At this time, Baron Isel walked to his exquisite backrest chair and sat down, and slowly said to Baron Red.

"So that's it. I mean Bruce, how could you let a dirty, bloody mercenary leader have dinner with us at the same table!" The coldness and disgust in Baron Red's eyes melted, and instead he laughed loudly, "I like the young warriors with honor the most, haha! Come, little Simon, have a drink with me, the old guy!"

The hall returned to the previous joyful atmosphere. The nobles greeted each other, joked, and shared their own personal experiences and interesting stories that they heard about.

"Hey, Bruce, this wine is really good! Did you buy it from the Burgundy wine merchant again?" Baron Red and other nobles shook the wine in the wooden cups, and could not help but appreciate it without even getting close.

"No, this is the Bordeaux wine I specially asked someone to go to Port Aberdoron and bought from a West Frank merchant." Baron Iser was a little proud. It seemed that he had really invested a lot in this banquet.

Although people in the Middle Ages did not admire and value the origin of wine as modern people, wines from the famous wine origin of Burgundy and Bordeaux were quite popular among the nobles.

As an amateur wine lover in his previous life, Simon was savoring the red wine in his glass and thinking quickly in his mind.

"I think I can make a brand new top-notch wine with a very unique taste." Simon had an idea and couldn't help but smile.

Noble rot wine.

The nude wine actually originated from a war in the Hungarian Kingdom in the mid-17th century. At that time, the Turkish army attacked during the grape harvest season in Tokay, Hungary, which led to people starting to harvest grapes in early November. At this time, the grapes had already begun to shrivel and the surface was covered with mold.

In desperation, people could only use these moldy grapes to make wine, but were surprised to find that the wine they made tasted much more mellow than the wines made with fresh grapes. So, Tokay's noble wine began to become brilliant, and people gave it the title of "Imperial Wine". Even the French upper nobles called it the king of wine.

"Now no one knows the secret of the savage wine. Perhaps I can be the first to eat crabs," Simon thought, and was so happy that he could not stop. "If I remember correctly, the wine-making grapes produced in Frankfurt, not far from the Earl of Berg, are very suitable for making savage wine."

A new way to make money gradually took shape in Simon's mind.

At this time, servants carrying dishes walked in through the gate of the wooden tower and gently placed the delicacies on the large wooden table where everyone was sitting.

Under the elegant and beautiful sound of the Vielle played by the musician, the bard Ludwig also began to chant passionately.

"My God! A handsome ancestor! He is really a descendant of your ancestors! He swallowed a huge pig's elbow and drank a gallon of wine in two mouthfuls. Who did he fight against? This person's life is worrying!"

During Ludwig's moving singing, Simon picked up a square pad made of white bread in front of him, put it in front of him, took a bite of the broth, and took a big bite of bread with the large pieces of goose meat and strips of bacon on it.

"Gulugulu, puff." Baron Red next to him picked up the wooden bowl, rinsed his mouth, turned his head and spit it on the ground "politely".

This was so rude and unbearable to Simon's eyes when the nobles looked at it.

When Ludwig finished singing, the clown walked up.

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"Hahaha!" Seeing the clown's clumsy performance, the nobles couldn't help laughing.

"Little Simon, this clown has a problem with his head," Baron Red said to Simon with a pad plate, chewing the bread and meat in his mouth. "The costume he wore was actually a satirizing the fashion style of clothing that was popular among the nobles. Sometimes, he would use very ugly words and stupid songs he made up to mock his lord."

"Will Baron Iser be angry?" Simon was a little confused.

"Ha, didn't I tell you that he had a problem with his head and no one took his words seriously. No matter how much he scolded him, everyone would just think that he was making a smile." Baron Red directly stuffed a large piece of roast beef into his mouth with his hands.

"It's so cool," Baron Red swallowed the beef with satisfaction and spitted on the ground. "By the way, little Simon, I heard you have a powerful catapult car. I wonder if you intend to sell it to me."

"Oh? Baron Red, are you going to fight?" Simon saw that the baron's face was relaxed and there was no tension or solemnity at all.

"It's almost the same, but it's a little too early. My territory is right by the sea, a place where the damn Norman pirates often come. I think I must have a sharp weapon to break their strong shield wall. Without further ado, just offer it, just within my acceptable range." As he said, Baron Red grabbed another roasted lark and ate it.

"I think the eighteen Transnier silver coins should be enough." Simon Tou thought about it. Anyway, this catapult was just a temporary work made in a hurry. After selling this catapult, he could also make a more advanced counterweight thrower.

"What? Little Simon, aren't you kidding?" Baron Red was a little incredible.

Just as Simon thought the price was too high and was about to put it down, Baron Red suddenly laughed: "This is much cheaper than spending nearly forty or fifty Transnier silver coins to ask the engineer to come and build a catapult cart directly. Let's decide, Little Simon! Eighteen Transnier silver coins!"
Chapter completed!