Simon and his group were getting closer and closer to Cologne City, and there were also more and more merchants, pilgrims and homeless people traveling towards Cologne City on the roadside.

Passers-by wear different clothes, look, and go to the holy city in their hearts with various purposes.

"Sir, please pity me. My child and I lost our home in the war, and finally got away from here for several days." Under a tree next to the main road, a middle-aged woman in a ragged linen dress was holding a child of equally dirty, begging Simon, who was riding by horse with tears.

"O God," the pilgrims, not too far from Simon and his party, shook their heads sighed. Some of them had already started to unpack their bags and search for the few coins or food they had left. "For the sake of being both Christians, I cannot stand dead and save them."

"Master, just look, this woman may be richer than the richest free farmers in your territory," Gabriel glanced at the woman and her children with contempt, as if looking at a pile of feces with stench. "This is the third time I have come to Cologne this time, and it is also the third time I have met this woman."

"Oh?" Simon took back his hand that touched his wallet at his waist, narrowed his eyes and looked at the woman who was shamelessly coaxing the money of a traveler, a little annoyed, "Why can she keep doing this despicable and shameful business? Is there no one in charge in Cologne to take care of her?"

"Oh, lord, forgot to say something," Gabriel took a sip of beer and wiped his mouth. "A part of the money she has been asking for will enter the purse of the soldiers guarding the city of Cologne, and behind it is a brotherhood composed of various gangsters and gangsters."

"It's really disgusting." Simon couldn't help but cover his nose when he passed by the woman, making Gabriel a little confused whether Simon felt that the stench on the woman made him sick or whether this incident made him sick.

Even Fatty and Miller were spitting at the woman while riding a horse, making others feel that Simon and his group were extremely cold-blooded.

"Hey, you guys," just as Simon and his party ignored the lie women and continued to move forward, an old monk in the crowd of pilgrims behind called them, "How can you guys, in such a sacred place, under the gaze of God, do such a cruel thing?"

"Don't care," Simon continued to ride without any slightest stopping, "they like to give their money generously to the damn liars and let them send it, I'm not that generous."

"That's right, young master." The fat man and Miller nodded in agreement, riding forward without even taking their heads back.

"I get it," a goatee pilgrim who gave his only two silver coins left to women who thanked him repeatedly, gave an angry look to Simon and others. "They are just a group of heartless pagans, otherwise how could they be so indifferent and cold-blooded to the poor ladies who are also Christians!"

"Yes, those guys riding horses looked well-dressed, but I never thought that they looked at me with contempt and even spitting at me with spitting! Fortunately, you enthusiastic gentlemen, otherwise my children and I would... "The woman holding the child and sobbing looked very pitiful, which made the pilgrims who were already resentful beside me angry and frowned.

"It's outrageous," said an old monk indignantly to a monk who seemed to be more prestigious next to him. "Brother Tang, how can we let this kind of pagan scum enter our holy city? Maybe they are here to destroy it!"

"I curse you, you who are riding horses in front of you, you bastards who will not save you will not have a good end!" a pilgrim who gave food to the "poor" woman shouted.

"As soon as we enter Cologne, we will ring the alarm and capture you damn pagans and burn them to death!"

"Yes, burn them to death!"

"Roll the alarm bell and burn them!" The pilgrims were filled with righteous indignation and raised their arms.

"Those damn pagans are the abominable monsters in the eyes of God. They are perverts and child killers. We cannot let them enter our holy land. It is a blasphemy against God! Take them up and burn them to death!" Even a crazy pilgrim waved his arms and shouted loudly. However, many pilgrimage around him looked at him strangely, and it was obvious that his definition and arguments about pagans were too much.

Simon finally stopped the horse and turned his head with endless mockery and sneer.

"What do these fanatical guys think? This little thing can rise to the point where we are pagans and burn them to death." Simon originally didn't want to pay attention to these pilgrims, but after entering Cologne, they became more and more aggressive and made themselves into the incarnation of the devil, causing panic in the whole city and arresting themselves. Not only will the matter of giving gifts to the bishop be ruined, but they will also get into such a lot of difficult and deadly troubles.

"Maybe when we arrived near the Holy City, these devout gentlemen were too excited to define everything that did not conform to the Catholic virtues as heretics. I have been to Canterbury, where peasants and priests who went to pilgrimage had similar behaviors and behaviors." Gabriel looked at the pilgrimage clamoring to burn his group of people, muttering like a group of clowns, discussing, shouting, and pointing at his group of people.

Simon sighed helplessly and could only ride his horse back slowly, facing the pilgrims' unkind gaze, and came to the woman.

"What do you want to do," the pilgrim who first gave the woman two Transnier silver coins asked Simon angrily, blocking her body with her body. "In any case, we will not let you, the pagan, hurt this poor lady."

"Pagan, haha," not only Simon, but also Gabriel behind him, and the fat man and Miller laughed. "This is the first time in the land of the kingdom that we are pagans."

"This..." After Simon approached, the priests and pilgrims looked carefully at the guy who had just spoken of paganism, but no matter how they looked, they were all ordinary nobles in the kingdom. However, behind Simon, wearing armor and clothing from all over the country, including Ross striped pants, Gabriel looked more like a pagan.

"This is the crusher of the Norman Pirates, the legal ruler of Foldburg, Sir Simon from the Dorsten family of Earl Berg." The fat man introduced Simon to the pilgrims in a long and rhythmic tone.

"What, Simon of Feldburg," said the pilgrims, who were dressed in rags and covered in scars, suddenly, "You are Simon of the Norman pirates who had plundered the Abbey of Lille in Feldburg!?" asked the pilgrim who looked vicissitudes and seemed to have suffered all the hardships along the way.

"Is your territory the village of Folde, which is blessed by God and has magically increased grain production?" asked an elderly monk with a scratch on his face with disbelief.

"Yes, it's me," Simon scratched his head with some difficulty in understanding the situation. "If you don't believe it, I still have a certificate of blood."

"This Lord Simon," the ragged monk cried bitterly in the surprised eyes of the pilgrims, "To be honest, we are monks who escaped from the Abbey of Lyle at that time, and we have witnessed the atrocities of the savages against us, the faithful servants of God."

"Yes, we have nowhere to go, and we are thinking about what we have done wrong every day and night, making God so angry that these terrible savages will punish us," the old monk paused, wiped the tears from his eyes and continued, "On the way to the Holy Land to atone for solitude, we heard a bard tell the story of a lord named Simon who resisted and wiped out the pirates who had raided through the Abbey of Lyle. This news really cheered us up! Thank God and all you have done!"

"But why is the great Lord Simon in your eyes a guy who can't even give alms to the weak woman who is in trouble on the roadside?" The pilgrim who called the most ruthlessly just questioned.

The monks from the Abbey of Lair were stunned in an instant. Although everyone knew that the lords loved money, let alone rescued a wanderer from other territories that had nothing to do with them, such a debate was so pale and powerless next to the Holy City and in front of the pilgrims.

"Because she is a damn liar, she doesn't deserve the help of our devout Master Simon!" The fat man responded angrily as if he had found a vent.

"Yes, I would like to swear by this holy city under the gaze of God that I met this begging woman every three times when I came to Cologne. I promise that the money she got from cheating begging was more than the sum of all the wealth of all the gentlemen present..." Gabriel slowly stated everything he knew, and showed the woman and all the dirty business of the Local Snake Brotherhood behind her to everyone like tearing apart the fig leaf.

"But you say nothing, how do we know if you are making up a reasonable story, throwing dirty water on this poor woman, and using it to cover up your cruelty and ruthlessness like wild animals!" Several kind-hearted pilgrims who gave the woman money and food could not believe it.

"Yes, why do you slander me and ruin my innocence?" The woman took the opportunity to cry, showing off her miserable tricks that she had always been good at.

"I can testify," said a local farmer who was passing by with a basket of vegetables. Everyone's eyes gathered on him. "She has been begging here for seven or eight years. Every evening, she would hand over most of the money she asked for to the gangsters. Your kindness finally gave the hooligans drink and enjoyment, and they all entered the stomachs of those corrupt officials."

"Old Blaze, don't you want to live?" The woman who was still selling misery just now seemed to have changed her own, staring at the old farmer who had spoken to testify.

This made the kind-hearted pilgrims stunned and full of surprise.

"Bah, I've been unhappy for a long time. Why is my hard work far less than you earn from begging for food here? Anyway, I have lived enough of these heavily squeezed days. I'm the only one left in my family. I have only such a cheap life. What else can I be afraid of?" The old farmer said disdainfully at the incoherent woman.

"Wait, the vulture Domini will make you pay the price." After saying that, under the unkind eyes of everyone, the woman slowly stepped back, and before everyone could react, she suddenly turned around and ran wildly, and ran like the depths of the forest beside the road, disappearing from everyone's sight.

"Me, my two Transnier silver coins!" The goatee pilgrim reacted and wailed, while the people next to him shook their heads and sighed.

"Sorry, Lord Simon, it seems that we have misunderstood you. I hope you can forgive us." The prestigious old monk named Tang Bo closed his eyes in pain.

"Hey, then no one will take care of these poor kids who were manipulated by hooligans and gangsters to make money?" Miller got off the horse and touched the kid who was left behind by the woman, with a confused and fearful look on his face.
Chapter completed!