"Father, do you think you are going to build a winery?" After visiting the small grape plantation, Simon followed the priest back to the building outside the fence wall.

Hillier, a rosy-faced stonemason, was supervising the work of the workers in their respective duties with parchment. Some farmers who were wearing torn felt hats and carrying farm tools from the fields to the village were muttering and circumventing the road blocked by various building materials and walking towards their warm huts.

"Yes, we would have transported the picked grapes to the historic winemaking workshop in Katzenelenbogen, and sent people to ship them back after they turned the fresh grapes into sweet wine."

"Oh, is it because the winemaking workshop has cut corners now that you have changed your mind and want to build your own winemaking workshop?" Simon turned his head curiously to look at the priest who was still immersed in the joy of rotten grapes being sold.

"This is part of the reason. The most important thing is that it has not been peaceful in recent years. There have been more roadblocks near the road from Wendeng Village to Katzenel Nbogen Town. We have lost several trucks of grapes and wine. In addition, the Bishop intends to open up wastelands near Wendeng Village and expand the planting of wine grapes. So, no matter where it looks, it is urgent to build a new winemaking workshop in Wendeng Village." The priest said and took off his hood. He had just led Simon and the fat man to visit the church and vineyards under the scorching sun. At this time, his head was covered with sweat.

"So that's it." Simon said, stroking his beard that had not been repaired for a long time.

Just when he was in the church, the priest asked a monk to get a quill and ink, and wrote a letter to the Bishop of Frankfurt, hoping that Simon could send it to the bishop. In this way, the bishop could issue an order to harvest grapes and handle the things that the priest in Wenden's village could not do.

According to the priest, the bishop was invited by Bishop Mainz to attend a meeting, but he still didn't know what happened that caused the bishop to have not come back yet.

"Get good rest tonight, and we will set out to Mainz early tomorrow morning." Simon said to the fat man on the way back to the hotel.

Simon just wanted to return this batch of precious grapes to the winery in the village of Fold as soon as possible and turn them into precious rot wine as precious as gold.

However, Simon could also imagine how surprised the face would appear on Alice and the old winemaker when they saw the batch of "rotten" wine grapes and received the message sent back by the messenger.

As the sky was getting darker and night was approaching, a kind old couple used wooden sticks to rush the mud-covered piglets in their house from under the big oak tree next to the village to their house. At the same time, the mottled wooden door of the Mubu cottage not far away was suddenly opened, and a slightly worried woman was calling out loudly to her child to ask him to go home quickly.

Before the sun set, the streets became quiet, and only the torches made of animal grease inserted beside the arrow tower next to the pointed wooden wall of the village were burning and crackling.

Occasionally, the night watchman holding a torch woke up the black dog resting in front of the hut, and the barking of dogs that followed would resound throughout this not-so-large village.

The cold wind on the autumn night blew away the leaves and also took away the wonderful cicada song on the summer night. This made the village's village roar two months ago, and the bustling woods seemed a little empty.

The lonely curly night watchman had the illusion that this world was shrouded in endless darkness was nothing but the torch in his hands. However, he immediately shook his head, sobered up a little, shivering, and kept sizzling at his hands that were frozen so hard that they were no longer conscious.

The quiet night is like the graceful and dignified goddess of love poetry, Erato, playing her lyreal with a bull's head, indulging in and quiet, and time seems to be frozen in this moment forever.

I don't know how long it took, an eagle falcon that was exhausted soaring under the moonlight and screamed and returned to the embrace of her mother in the forest.

The tired falcon found a crocodile-like hairy beech, and stopped on its thick branch arms, tilted its head to look at the dawn that appeared on the horizon in the distance.

When the first ray of sunrise broke through the shackles and returned to this beautiful land, the trees were filled with the singing and laughter of early birds.

At this time, in a path in the forest not far south of Wendeng Village, there was a faint sound of slow horse hooves and the creaking sound of wooden wheels.

“Hahu.”

Walking at the forefront of the caravan was the caravan guard Pedi. This young and clever young man didn't seem to have a good rest last night. He just yawned and rubbed his somewhat hazy sleepy eyes.

After the last sudden attack, these alert caravan guards and friends who had been smoothed out by their usual stable journey were all cheered up, and tried hard to open their eyes and glance at the bushes on the roadside, fearing that deathly arrows would fly out from inside to make them lose their lives unknown.

The guys looked more energetic and confident after putting on the armor that Aubrey had lent them. The thin cotton armor and armed clothes did not give them enough security, but it would be a different matter if they had an extra leather stud helmet or a leather armor vest.

In this way, a caravan that would put away their minions after seeing it, and walked steadily between the forests, hills and plains, firmly towards their destination, Mainz.

The journey is always boring. In addition to the lively atmosphere of Dyson, the lively guy who recovered from the cruel battle, Simon and Fatty, and Gabriel will practice sword skills and learn from each other while camping for a break.

You know, in this chaotic era, a powerful martial art is the ability of a knight to settle down. Simon didn't want to let it rust until one day he capsizes the ship in a gutter and will never be repaid.

"Build a camp here tonight." Simon looked at the red sunset in the sky, took a sip of wine to moisten his dry throat, dismounted and tied the reins to the oak trees on the edge of the open space by the stream.

"It's time to work, guys!" A cold wind blew, and the merchant Aubrey shrank his neck and got off the horse, clapping his hands and shouting loudly.

The guys wearing helmets and caravan guards took off the dirty Norman helmets and the battle-stained studded leather helmets on their heads and placed them under a large oak tree next to the open space. Two caravan guards carrying shields and spears held their sunken shields and bent spears next to the helmets.

Next, the guys skillfully took out various tools from the convertible wooden carriage at the end of the team. Two guys carried wooden baskets to pick up firewood nearby. One guy took the iron pot and ingredients to the stream. Several guys put a large roll of dirty blankets covered with broken leaves on a pile of dead leaves, then went to the stream to bring stones and prepare to build a simple campfire.

"Hey, Gelson, you stupid pig, everyone will taste what your urine feels like tonight!" The man from Hu's caravan, who was holding an iron pot, was squatting on the edge of the biting cold stream, and a thick yellow stream mixed into the clear stream.

"Why don't you get out of here!" The caravan guy with a squinted back turned his head and looked at him after seeing the caravan guard, and shook his crotch like a provocative one. Then he put on his pants, almost so angry that he wanted to castrate this dull idiot.

"Fatty and Miller, you two go to campfire and prepare dinner. Gabriel and I are playing." Simon took off his tall ornamented Norman helmet and hung it next to the saddle, then took off the wolf-skin cloak given to him by Baron Wolf and put it on the saddle, touched the sword at his waist and walked towards the large open space next to the camp.

"I'm here, Mr. Simon." Gabriel tied his black war horse, took off his segmented dome helmet, tightened the strap of his leather turban, and followed Simon.

"Bang!"

With the sound of the iron sword being unsheathed, all the gazes of the working guys and caravan guards were unconsciously focused on the two of them.

"Dang, dang, dang!"

Before everyone could react, Simon had already attacked Gabriel, who had just drawn his sword from several tricky and vicious angles.

However, after the initial surprise and panic, Gabriel struggled to block all Simon's attacks.

"Yes, if you were short of a sudden, you wouldn't have the chance to stand here and compete with me as intact as you are now." Simon's mouth curled up slightly, took a step back, and held the sword in his hand again.

"Master, your attack is very sharp. I bet that if it weren't for a veteran who had been struggling in the war for many years standing in front of you to take the move, the unlucky bug who fought against you would definitely be at the least of the broken limbs, and at the worst of the death!" Gabriel squeezed a cold sweat, feeling that Simon's swordsmanship in recent times had made progress.

Simon didn't say anything, just licked his dry lips.

Originally, Baron Coother, the biological father of this body, was a nobleman who made his fortune with his own sword on the battlefield. As the son of such a famous warrior, Simon developed a strong interest in swordsmanship since childhood. Even boring practice day after day can make Simon happy. Therefore, before Simon traveled to this world, the swordsmanship of the original owner of this body was already considered relatively excellent.

The period when Simon just traveled over was not so compatible with the original owner's body. He swung his sword and was like an idiot with only strength, and he was slashing randomly. However, with Simon's long-term adaptation and practice, he has now returned to the same level as the original owner before traveling through, and even went further.

"Master, what I'm a little strange is that you just raised a sword above your head and slashed straight down. I have only seen knights and swordsmen in the Italian Kingdom in the south. Have you ever been there to learn swordsmanship?" Gabriel made up his messy clothes and expressed his doubts.
Chapter completed!