After everyone settled down, Simon took the fat man and rode through the bustling inner city and headed straight for the tall royal castle in the distance.

"Is this the royal castle?" Simon and the fat man walked to the front of the castle, and saw many servants transporting supplies and some well-dressed nobles walking through the tall main gatehouse.

"Sir, please explain your identity and purpose. We cannot let anyone in casually, even nobles," Simon and the fat man arrived at the entrance of the gatehouse. A bearded royal soldier wearing a tall Norman helmet, short-sleeved mail and nailed leather armor, wearing finger-filled leather gloves, and wearing a burqa printed with the royal holy spear seal. He held a sharp and sharp broad-leaved spear and shouted to Simon.

"This is the crusher of the Norman Pirates, the legal ruler of Feldburg, Simon from Dorsten. We come to pay homage to the king this time and ask the royal family to issue a merging license to Sir Simon's newly built Feldburg!" The fat man walked forward with a familiar tidying way, holding his horse's belly, and looked down at the bearded royal soldier who was guarding the door with his head high, as if he was a little dissatisfied with his slightly disrespectful tone.

"Good guy, the equipment of the royal private soldiers is much better than that of many little knights!" Simon looked at the soldiers guarding the door and was amazed in his heart.

"That's it, please wait for my lord." The bearded royal soldier winked at the other soldier standing guard beside him, as if he wanted him to watch Simon and the others. After the latter nodded, he walked into the door opening and seemed to be looking for the castle paging officer.

"Please come in. The king is meeting the respected Duke of Bavaria in the hall. You have to wait in the garden for a while." The bearded soldier came back in a short while and then made a gesture of inviting him into the door.

Simon and the fat man rode their horses into the door hole. The first thing that caught his eye was the blacksmith's workshop, tailor's workshop, weapon craftsman's workshop and crossbow workshop built against the edge of the fort wall.

The royal blacksmith's workshop looked much bigger than other blacksmithshops Simon had seen. In addition to the blacksmiths who were waving hammers beside the anvils, many young apprentices were sitting at large wooden tables, woven chain mail and mail turbans.

There were many bright cloth hanging in the royal tailor shop, and even a precious purple cloth, which seemed to be bought from the distant Eastern Rome. In the tailor shop, a woman was operating a foot-pedal loom. At this time, the scoliosis tailor and his apprentices were sewing aristocratic clothes and burqa.

In the weapon craftsman workshop, several exquisite hand-half swords and short swords were placed on the weapon stand. The weapon craftsmen were installing the spearheads with cold light onto the handles. In addition, some weapon craftsmen were painting royal seal patterns on the already-made fan-shaped cavalry shields.

In the royal crossbow workshop, a black-haired craftsman with a scattered hair was polishing a bag of iron crossbows. Judging from the appearance of the craftsman, he should be Italians or people from Mediterranean countries. There were buckets of crossbow arrows and bows neatly placed in the workshop, and several high-quality recurve bows were hung on the walls.

Strangely, there were no leather workshops and craftsmen making leather armor in the inner castle. Simon inferred that the taste of leather maker might be too smelly and very dirty, so the king arranged the royal leather workshop outside the city.

"Sir, I'll help you." The horse boy wearing a wide red hood ran to Simon quickly, took the reins from Simon's hand, took "lucky" into the horse shed, bent down and knelt on one knee in the ground of horse manure and urine, so that the horse could lower his body so that Simon could dismount.

"You are Lord Simon, right? Please follow me!" The castle paging officer came to the side of the horse shed at some point. This was a young man wearing a red and white color-blocked linen and a leather belt around his waist. He had two whip marks on his face. He looked like he was severely punished for his dereliction of duty at work not long ago.

Simon and Fatty followed the castle pager through the apprentices who carried the materials and the servants who performed their duties, and came to the bottom of the king's tower.

This is the first time Simon saw a masonry tower after he came to this era.

The exterior wall of the King's castle tower has been painted with lime mortar, with narrow and tall windows on the wall, and in addition, there are neat and neat frame holes left.

Bypassing the wide main entrance of the castle tower, Simon and Fatty were taken to the side of the tower, and saw a wooden wall made of thin wooden boards, about two meters high, divided into a space in the inner castle field.

"Dongdongdongdongdong."

Simon and the fat man were taken by the castle pager to the small wooden door with patterns in the middle of the wooden wall, and then knocked on it a few times. After a while, a sound of footsteps came from the wooden wall, and a maid in a blue dress opened the wooden door.

The young castle paging officer attached to the maid's ear and said something. After hearing this, the maid looked at Simon and nodded: "Dear Lord, please wait on the bench in the garden for a while. When the king finished talking with the Duke of Bavaria, I will take you to see him."

Then, Simon and the fat man entered the small garden on the side of the tower. The ground of the garden was made of large flat stones. In the flowerbed surrounded by low wooden boards next to the garden, many flowers and plants that Simon could not call her name were planted.

Simon heard the melodious music of Rutchen playing the songs, accompanied by the women's laughter. Looking not far away, under the cover of the curtain wall of willow branches and vine plants wrapped around the willow branches, Simon could vaguely see a royal bard wearing bright yellow clothes behind the curtain wall through a small gap. On the chair next to the bard, two elegant and luxurious women were sitting.

"Please, Lord, here."

Following the maid's footsteps, Simon and the fat man came to a small pergola made of wood, and the top of the pergola was dense branches and leaves of vines.

"Master, I'm so nervous that I want to vomit." The fat man's face turned red as if he had drunk strong alcohol, and his body trembled slightly. At this time, he was constantly wiping the dense sweat on his head with his sleeve.

"Don't be nervous, the king won't eat you anymore," Simon patted the fat man on the shoulder, but found himself a little nervous, "It's okay, now the king encourages the nobles to build castles in the kingdom to resist the invasion of the Magyars and Vikings. He has no reason not to issue us a marching license!"

Just then, a sound of conversation came from the side door leading to the garden next to the tower, and it was getting closer and closer. Simon estimated that the two people who were talking wanted to come to the place where he and the fat man were sitting.

"Just kill the rebellious Slav leaders, and other Slav farmers who rebel should be punished. But remember that the lives of those farmers are not allowed to be deprived. Doing so will only plant the seeds of revenge in the hearts of the locals, and our taxes will be greatly reduced. In addition, those evil pagan sins are constantly inciting the local Slavs to revolt. We must let the Bishop of Cologne and the Bishop of Frankfurt send more priests to the Rostock area to preach and exorcise... Oh, are these two?" A young man wearing a gorgeous patterned cardigan, wearing several gold rings on his fingers, and the white-haired old man beside him stopped and looked at Simon and the fat man sitting in the pergola in confusion.

"My lord, I am Simon from Dorsten." Simon and the fat man knelt on one knee and paid tribute to the young man. Although Simon didn't know who the young man was, he was definitely a member of a royal family in terms of his clothes.

"I am Otto of Lyudolf, you get up first. Wait, Simon of Dorsten? I seem to have heard of this name," Otto had long red curly hair, frowned and thought about something, "I remember, my Bishop of Cologne mentioned you to me not long ago, and I heard from him about your deeds in Foldberg. In addition, he also said you are a very devout believer, right?"

"The noble Prince Otto, yes, it's me." Simon was secretly happy. It seemed that the investment in Bishop Cologne in the early stage had begun to pay off.

"Ahh, if there are more knights like you in the kingdom, we should not worry about the Normans and Magyars," Otto smiled, and suddenly took off a gold ring from his finger. "My father once said that if anyone in the kingdom can severely attack the arrogance of the Norman pagans, my father will personally reward him. However, no one has received similar rewards and rewards for two years except the Count of Hamburg. I think your heroic act undoubtedly set a good example. This gold ring will be rewarded to you by my father."

Simon was stunned for a moment, and the look of the white-haired old man next to Prince Otto hinted to come back to his senses: "Thank you very much, my generous Prince Otto!"

"No thanks to me, you deserve it," Otto likes Sir Simon, who is humble, polite, pious and capable than other knights. "Also, if I guess correctly, you should be here to apply for a merging permit from the royal family to the royal family, right?"

"That's right!" Simon said, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart that the king's designated heir was so meticulous.

"My father will meet with the Duke of Bavaria, and will meet with the Duke of Franknia and Bishop Mainz, and have dinner with the Dukes and Bishops. If you need a mercy permit, I can give instructions with my servant Daniel, who will take you directly to the clerk to find the clerk."

"That's great!"

Not long after Otto and the white-haired old man left the garden, a middle-aged man who looked very honest and honest walked into the garden from the side of the tower and went straight to the pergola where Simon and the fat man were: "Are you Lord Simon? I am Daniel, please follow me."

Simon and the fat man entered the side corridor of the palace through the side door of the tower. After walking forward for a while, Otto's attendant Daniel took the two into a not-so-large room.

The room was very dark, but in front of the big wooden table next to the door, there was a candlestick with faint flames. Simon could use the fire to see the elderly clerk sitting in front of the big wooden table copying a Bible intently. The ground of the room was covered with hay, and the wooden boxes in the corner were filled with parchment rolls sealed with wax. Two young men with apprentices were counting documents in front of the wooden boxes and recording records on parchment paper.

"Central Dena," Daniel said to the clerk in a low voice. Hearing the sound, the clerk put down the ink-sticking quill and raised his head in confusion, "I will take Sir Simon of Dorsten to come over to issue a merging permit for Foldberg, on the order of my master Otto."
Chapter completed!