The two gates that Mubao had been destroyed by the Vikings had been repaired, but the soldiers standing guard on the walls of Mubao and on both sides of the fort gate made Simon both strange and familiar.

Most of them wore a cross helmet with leather headscarves and an open-fitting hat, wearing old long-sleeved soft armor, a belt around their waists, a hood and scarf on their shoulders, and a broad-leaved spear and military fork in their hands.

These soldiers seemed to have entered a lazy state of trance. They lived in this comfortable village for a long time, and their vigilance and sharpness were wiped out.

Except for one or two soldiers who seemed to have grown last year, who were puzzled and poked their heads out of the walls and looked at the people coming in front of the fort, the other soldiers were almost completely indifferent.

"Hey, Barry, it's you!" Simon searched for his previous memories and recognized the young soldier standing guard in front of the fort gate. He was a private soldier stationed in Dorstenburg, but was sent by his father Baron Coother to station in Fort Folder.

"Oh, hey! My respected Master Simon, welcome you home!" The young soldier's soul seemed to return to his body in an instant, responding to Simon with a smile on his face.

"Young Master Simon is back!"

"What?"

The soldiers standing guard on the fort wall passed by word of mouth, came to their senses in a low whisper, changed their posture, and continued to stand guard in a majestic and energetic posture.

This made Simon speechless, because when he was a child, whenever his father returned to Dorstenburg from a distance, these soldiers would use this trick and be full of energy to greet his father.

He really didn't expect that one day, such a trick would be used by them.

Simon entered the fort gate, and to his great surprise, the relatively low lord villa was gone, replaced by a double-storey wooden tower several meters higher than the surrounding fort walls.

"Master, when you are not here, Mr. Ryan demolished the roof of your villa, and then used some of the building materials transported from Cologne to build a double-story lord tower on the basis of the original foundation!" The village chief said with a gaze. The renovation process of the lord's villa seemed to pass quickly in front of his turbid eyes again.

"This is really a surprise!"

The renovation of the lord's villa was something Simon specifically instructed Ryan before leaving the village of Fold. Ryan deserves to be a stonemason who went to Romance to learn. Such a transformation made Simon quite satisfied.

Simon got off the horse, and a horse farmer who knew a lot about horses and was in charge of the stable came to help Simon hold the reins and walked towards the stable with "lucky" in the stable. The trough of the stable was already filled with hay, wheat straw and wheat bran.

"By the way, village chief, have you received a batch of rotten grapes and letters I asked someone to bring back some time ago?" Simon suddenly remembered this and looked at the village chief with anticipation.

"Yes, Master, it was sent by a group of soldiers and monks from Frankfurt fiefs. I was still confused when I received your letter. The old winemaker and Alice were also puzzled. However, when the old winemaker tasted a shriveled grape, he looked surprised and seemed to understand something. When I met him a few days ago, this guy was still showing off his new wine like a show of gems and jewelry. We wanted to taste a little he was tightly covered with stingy Jewish merchants, and he had to wait until you come back." The village chief pursed his lips and shrugged, as if he was speechless to the stubborn old man of the old winemaker.

"It seems that the precious rot wine has been brewed successfully." Simon thought to himself, and a big stone in his heart fell to the ground.

If the brewing fails, I will really spend so much money like a two fool to buy a bunch of waste just to please the church.

At this time, Simon had already walked to the gate of the tower, and a soldier standing guard beside the gate of the lord tower pushed open the gate of Simon Tower.

No one has lived here since it was built, and no eye-opening servant dared to urinate and defecate anywhere in Simon's house. So unlike other lord towers, the oncoming smell is basically impossible to smell any odor except for some moldy and aging wood smell and the smoky smell of wood burning in the fireplace.

The first floor of the tower was very empty. Simon saw that there was a wooden ladder leading to the second floor of the tower by the wall on the far left. The overall structure was somewhat similar to the tower of Baron Issel in the north.

In addition to the fireplace and simple toilet pit left in the villa before, a large oak table and a large backrest chair with fur cushions are placed next to the fireplace.

Simon recognized that it was the table and chair left by the tax collector Fox in the village accountant.

"Guardian, find someone to arrange accommodation for Gabriel and Pedi. I'll go in and change my clothes first." Simon said to the village chief.

The village chief waved to a young man at the entrance of the granary by the tower and gave instructions. Then, Gabriel and Pedi, who had tied the horses to the stable, followed the young man out of the fort gate.

"Come on, Fatty, help me take off this mail." After entering the room, Simon took off his helmet, with the help of the fat man, took off his long-sleeved mail full of dust and filth, and hung it on the armor stand by the wall.

"I think I have to take a shower." Simon frowned when he smelled the strong sour smell of sweat on his body. There was no way, in the long and arduous journey, he eventually became what he hated the most.

"All arrangements have been made, sir, can I come in?"

The village chief knocked on the gate of the tower, and after getting Simon's promise, he carefully opened a crack in the gate, walked into the warm first-floor hall of the tower with the cold wind outside, and then quickly closed the gate.

"Come on, sit by the fireplace."

Simon leaned comfortably on the back of the big chair and looked at the village chief pointing to a small chair next to the fireplace.

"My God, this ghost weather is really deadly." The village chief untied the laces of the animal skin cap. The originally cold skin cap encountered the warm heat emitting from the fireplace and dense water droplets oozed out of the skin.

"But it's much better than last winter anyway, right?" Simon said, feeling that the skin of his lips was almost chapped to the bleeding, so he waved to the fat man, asking him to go to the stable to take out the pot from his luggage on the horse's back, and then go to the well to make some water and put it on the fireplace to boil.

"Yes, this year our village has God's blessings, grains piled up with granaries, new serfs and militias, weapons and armors filled with warehouses, solid wooden walls and wooden forts, winemakers and winemaking workshops, church supplies and help, churches and priests, oh by the way, there are people who come to pilgrimage to the pilgrimage. Unfortunately, the food has been harvested at that time, and they have not seen the holy land." The village chief approached the fireplace with his calloused and scarred hands, rubbing his hands.

"Hahaha, my god, there are people who come to pilgrimage?" Simon couldn't help but grin, not knowing what to say. It seemed that this was all "inflicted" by Ludwig's slick guy.

"Yes, Master, you don't know that there was a strange couple among the people who came to the pilgrimage. After coming to Fold Village, he said that he must see God appear with his own eyes, otherwise he would not leave." The village chief pulled his mouth and swallowed.

"There is such a thing?" Simon asked in confusion, and saw the village chief's wrinkled face full of helplessness through the firelight of the fireplace.

"Yes, but fortunately, the lady's husband is a beekeeper and has his own bee cart. Seeing that the environment is good, he decided to live here, and promised to give you a jar of honey as the cost of accommodation next year. I promised him at that time and arranged for someone to provide the house of the old Claude, who escaped before the Norman Pirates, to live for them. By the way, when it comes to that lady, my God, it is better to say that she is a female knight..."

"Female Knight?" Simon scratched his head, as if he had remembered a story he had heard before.

"That's right, Master, this lady is really different from the noble ladies I have seen. Although she looks beautiful, she is very strong. She is not wearing a gorgeous dress that ladies often wear, but a shiny chain mail and plywood boots. She doesn't speak softly like the noble ladies, but is rough, and even often swear words are mixed. Compared to her, her husband is gentle and polite. I often wonder if the Creator has turned the character and soul of both of them upside down." The village chief spread his hands and sighed.

"Wait, the lady, or the female knight, is the name Matilde or Matilda, speaking with a strong West Frank accent. Her husband's name is Elcle, with dark hair and dark eyes, from the Italian Kingdom in the south?" Simon couldn't help but slamming the table and stood up. He remembered the story he heard in the tavern in Wiesbaden, and was amazed in his heart.

"Ah, Master, how did you know? Did you meet little Klein outside the village, and he had told you in advance?" The village chief looked at Simon in surprise, his gray eyes wide open.

Simon took a deep breath, waved his hand, and sat back on the chair. He recalled that at that time, the bard in Wiesbaden town finally said that Matilda and Elcle had finally embarked on a pilgrimage journey, but he never thought that in the dark, the great hand of fate finally controlled them to come here.

"Maybe they went to Cologne for a pilgrimage. They decided to come here after hearing the story of the village of Folde?" Simon closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. This was the most reasonable explanation he could think of.

"No, I just heard the story of the couple during the trip," Simon licked his dry lips. "By the way, village chief, where has this kid Klein gone? What did he do outside the village on such a cold day?"

"Ah, little Klein, he went out of the village to hunt with his bow today. He didn't listen to the danger outside the village, this stubborn child..." The village chief shook his head like a tired father at this time.

"Mr. Simon!"

"Master Simon!"
Chapter completed!