After the cowardly businessman asked his fellow to tie the horses he used to carry goods and carts to the simple horse shed outside the tavern, he drank honey in the tavern and waited for Simon and his party to prepare.

"Miller, let's go tomorrow morning." Simon said to Miller, who was eating the minced black bread beside him. The latter raised his head, wiped the soup paste that was overflowing from his mouth, and nodded.

Miller's injury was not serious, but it was like someone hitting his stomach hard with a stone, but the force point was relatively small and the pain was even more intense.

"We will walk south and pass by Trier, and then Mainz. When we arrive at Mainz, we will pass through several earls to the east and then we will arrive in Dresden." Gabriel said, twisting his beard and thinking.

"The road is not peaceful." Simon shook his head with his mouth. God knows how many green forest robbers and gangsters will be there along the way during such a long journey.

"Oh, lord, you don't have to worry at all," Gabriel, who was drinking, suddenly felt energetic. "As long as you have God in your heart and pray devoutly, there will be no danger. This is how I have passed through the thrilling battles safely."

Simon nodded, but he sneered at it in his heart. These medieval Western Europeans were very strongly influenced by religion, and they could not leave God in a few words. This is not only reflected in their words. They firmly believe in many things that seem ridiculous and ridiculous to Simon, such as believing that people who are seriously ill can recover from the Holy Sect. For example, they firmly believe that bloodletting enema therapy can be used for all diseases, etc.

At the same time, during the past two days in the tavern, Simon has seen how unhygienic these foolish people are.

These days, many townsmen and passing mercenaries have snots under their noses. When they feel uncomfortable or blocked by their noses, they will blow their noses at will. On the big oak table full of food residue and oil stains, polite merchants will blow their noses with their sleeves, but the rude mercenaries and farmers don’t talk much, they will blow their noses at will at will.

Once, Simon even saw an old farmer with a pockmarked face in a tavern suddenly felt uncomfortable and blew a large piece of green and yellow nose next to the plate of a bald wrencher. The wrencher seemed to have become accustomed to it and continued to enjoy the soup paste on his plate without raising his head.

The most fatal thing is that the maid in the tavern caught a cold. She always left some sticky snot on the wooden plates and cups in the past two days. Just now, Simon saw the maid in the tavern wine on the table next door and put the glass on the table and took off her hands, and even brought out crystal clear mucus brushing, which made Simon feel nauseous.

After that, Simon wanted to drink again, he would ignore the surprised eyes of the tavern shopkeeper and the tavern maid, go to the bar to pick a clean wine glass in front of the bar, and then scoop the wine in the barrel.

Another thing that bothers Simon is that everyone has many lice and fleas. Even if you take a bath, unless you dress tighter than a leper and keep a certain distance from others, you will find that those fleas with amazing bounce ability will stick to you like candy, come to you and drive you crazy.

"Let your guy be ready and we'll set out tomorrow morning." Simon, holding a large glass of red wine, stopped as he passed the timid businessman and said to him.

The merchant nodded, drank the honey wine in one gulp, stood up, and pushed out the door. The merchant's two guards slept next to the cowshed. Tonight they would take turns to watch the night to prevent the damn horse thieves from doing some stealing things while the night was late.

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The next day, a ray of sun shone on the faces of the two young men sleeping leaning against each other next to the horse shed. The thick dark circles beside their eyes told everyone who saw them that they had not had a good rest all night last night.

Before the temperature rose in the morning, the light breeze on the Rhine River penetrated into a guy's cuff with a trembling cold air, which made him tremble and stood up.

"Damn, damn, why did I fall asleep? If I lose my horse, my dear Mr. Aubrey will break my leg and throw it into the forest to feed the bear!" The young man was so scared that he applied two handfuls of cold water on his face in the livestock drinking trough next to the stable, trying to make himself more awake. Fortunately, he re-checked the stable and breathed a long sigh-at least he wouldn't have to be interrupted to feed the bear.

"Come on, boys, it's time for us to leave." The timid businessman Aubrey walked out of the tavern, rubbed his eyes, wiped off the booze that was stuck in his sockets, and walked towards the horse shed.

In the early morning, many townsmen were carrying farm tools and rubbing their sleepy eyes towards the city gate. Most of them were whipped by the vicious butler.

Simon rode his war horse, but touched his somewhat shriveled belly - the tavern did not provide food in the morning. In fact, before the fifteenth century, Western Europeans basically had no habit of eating breakfast.

Gabriel tidied up his armor and rode his own brown horse. Simon saw the brown horse's saddle bag containing two large kettles of ale and high-intensity honey wine.

Speaking of this, Simon also discovered an interesting thing in the past two days in the tavern. Some more sophisticated merchants would ask the shopkeepers to cook their food with wine. It turned out that the medieval Western Europeans did not regard water as a formal drink, and some people even refused to add water to the pot when cooking. They believed that wine was warm and suitable for people to drink, while water was cool, and drinking it might make people sick.

However, Simon still agrees that he does not drink water, only drink alcohol. After all, Simon has seen most of the water used here for drinking, which doesn't look clean. He doubts whether he will develop roundworms in his stomach and intestines after drinking it. But alcohol is different. The alcohol contained in the wine itself can be antibacterial and antivirus. Although sometimes he drinks wine that chokes like vinegar, at least it is safe and feels reassuring to drink.

Simon and his party left the city from the south gate of Cologne, but fortunately, they never met the little tax officer who was so attentive that he was annoying.

The air outside the city is so fresh. The autumn wind dyes the earth golden, and the fallen leaves dance happily.

Simon saw a group of farmers with cheerful smiles picking tempting apples in the apple orchard not far from the city, and then moved a frame of apples to the back of the carriage at the door of the apple orchard. A coachman wearing a straw hat and a dog-tail grass squatted on the carriage and scratched his head, staring at the tax officer in a red robe next to him writing something on parchment with a quill pen.

"Hey, the country man, do you understand the words? You don't think the tax officer is drawing earthworms on paper, right?" A young man in the business team behind Simon and his group smirked and shouted at the coachman wearing a straw hat. Suddenly, the merchants' guys looked at the coachman who was already blushing with anger and burst into laughter.

"Bah, get out quickly, you are not welcome here!" The coachman stood up and wanted to scold him loudly, but he noticed that the tax officer raised his eyes and glanced at him with some dissatisfaction. He lost confidence in an instant, just glared at the cheerful businessmen and friends who asked them to get out quickly.

The long journey is always boring, and it is undoubtedly lucky to have a talkative person as a companion. The guy who played the joke on the coachman looked like a live treasure in the merchant team, and from time to time he could make everyone laugh.

"Master, there is a village ahead!" Gabriel, who was riding in the front, turned around and shouted loudly at Simon.

"Oh?" Simon looked at the curling smoke rising in the distance, and couldn't help but clamp the horse's belly and moved forward quickly. After passing through an unusually muddy uphill road, Simon suddenly became clear in front of him.

There is a small river under the slope not far away, and beside the river, it is better to say a few simple huts built together than a village. Behind the small village and the river, the vast forest extends to the end of the horizon, like a piece of golden silk covered with uneven surfaces.

"Please fix it in that village at noon." Simon opened the kettle and took a sip of the cool red wine, and suddenly felt something thorny in his mouth.

"Puff!" Simon carefully pushed the thing out of his lips with his tongue, and pulled it out with his hands to see it - it was a wooden thorn dyed red by red wine.

"It's really a hell. It seems that I have to let me fight myself next time I drink!" Simon cursed a few times in a low voice. You should know how painful it is to get stuck in the throat with a wooden thorn.

As for how the thorns in the wine came from, Simon had seen a rude guy in Cologne before. He split the lid with an axe when he opened the lid of this large wooden wine barrel. Perhaps the barrel of wine was also opened by this violent and indecent method, causing many thorns and wood residue to float in the wine.

"Hello, sir, is there anything you have?" A woman sitting at the door of the wooden house opened her eyes wide and looked at the four strangers who were fully armed on horseback in front of her, and quietly drove the child who was originally playing by the house to the house, as if this would make her feel more at ease.

"We just passed by here and wanted to rest in the village for a while at noon." While the fat man was negotiating with the woman, the merchants behind him also entered the small village one after another.
Chapter completed!