"Ryan, why are you like this now! And you, little Klein, have grown taller again!"

I saw Ryan wearing an old woven hat, a unkempt beard, a blue shawl on her shoulders was covered with dried wine marks and water stains, a dirty thick tuxedo long tunic that had not been washed for a long time, and a pair of woven leather boots covered with mud.

His eyes were surrounded by thick dark circles, and there were bloodshots visible to the naked eye in the whites of his eyes, but all this could not conceal the exciting light reflected in his pupils.

Little Klein, who looked a little taller than Simon before his trip, wore a thin animal-skinned hat, a thick Viking fur robe specially modified for him, leather gloves with blood in his hands, grey rabbit in one hand and hunting bow in the other, looking like a little hunter.

"Ah, sir, I, I..." Ryan realized that his appearance was too different from what Simon had before he traveled.

Compared with the exquisitely dressed and exquisitely educated youth in summer, Ryan now looks like a greasy uncle with a messy and rough dress.

"Master, Brother Lean has been busy with the construction of the village for a while, and sometimes he would light candles at night to draw drawings and finalize plans. So he didn't have the energy to take care of his appearance." Little Klein's words relieved Simon's doubts.

"That's right, Lyan, hahaha, thank you for being so hard during my departure. But I have to say that if you wear a desert-wrapped headscarf and a loose desert multi-layer robe, no one will doubt you are a Saracen!"

Simon said as he patted Ryan on the shoulder, who had obviously met the Saracen people in the Kingdom of Italy, and laughed with Simon.

"Brother Hoffman, do you know who the Saracen people are?" The confused little Klein looked at the fat man in confusion, and the fat man rolled his eyes, pouted and shrugged his shoulders, indicating that he didn't know either.

"Mr. Simon, during this period, I have asked the new group of refugees, oh, or your new leaders, to tamp the wall of our wooden fort with soil and sand. In this way, I can guarantee that as long as the enemy does not use a large trencher, no one can remove this solid fort wall!"

Ryan said with a thrill of spirit, and stroked his savage and crazy beard with his hand.

"So that's it. No wonder I always feel something different after entering the wooden fort. It turns out that the fort wall was reinforced and it looked more honest and solid!"

"That's right, when we chewed the hard bones of the fort wall, except for half of the workers who left behind continued to complete the tasks of building wooden walls and building church houses outside the village, the rest were handed over to the village chief and captain Bill, and led them to act as serfs and recruits."

In this era when siege equipment was scarce, most siege battles relied on ladders and siege hammers.

It is unlikely that a rare thing like the siege tower will appear in the relatively wild northern border of the continent. Even if it appears, it will be afraid that it will fall if it is not halfway through the steep slope of Folder Fort.

Therefore, Simon was very concerned about strengthening the fort wall.

"It's very good, but I still have an idea. We have to find a way to build a corner building on the southwest side of the village's wooden wall and set up a small catapult on the corner building. This will greatly enhance the village's defense and attack a large number of invading enemies." Simon conceived all this in his mind and said to Ryan.

"I think it's good, sir, but the money you left for the construction territory last time has basically been spent, and the building materials have been used up. In addition, unfortunately, I only know the knowledge of architecture and cannot build catapults..." Lean said a little embarrassedly.

"Ha, money is not a problem. This time my trip to Dresden was full of rewards. Building materials are not a problem. You can buy it again if you don't have it. And the catapult car is simple, I know how to do it." Simon's lips curled up, and he smiled evilly, looking at Ryan with a big mouth in surprise.

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At this time, in the winery next to the newly built chapel of Folder Village with wood and stone, a man with a "Mediterranean" hairstyle blushed like a ripe apple on the tree, holding a wooden wine glass in his hand and burped comfortably.

"Father James, stop drinking, you can no longer be as holy as our God and his children." Alice, the wine lady, slapped the bald man's hand, trying to get the wooden wine glass back from his arms.

"Oh no, to be honest, I actually want to drink water, but for some reason, I am far from drinking water as comfortable as I am drinking," the bald man lay on a wooden table in the winery, holding the wooden wine glass tightly. "I also want to know why my stomach always turns upside down every time I drink water like I get inflamed. However, after I drink wine, I don't have this at all. There is no way, maybe this is God's intention."

This bald man looked small, and he was only in his thirties, and his words were filled with a faint English smell.

He shaved the monks' "Mediterranean" hairstyle and wore a thin black monk's robe.

However, unlike those monks who insisted on wearing only a thin robe to show their devotion even in the severe winter, this guy showed no sign of being trembling with cold during the snowy days.

It turned out that he was smartly wearing an extra layer of clothes in the thin gray robe of this jacket, and it was strange that he was trembling with the wine he had just drunk.

However, it is worth mentioning that such behavior was something he dared not even imagine when he was in the Cologne Church.

"Every day I run here to drink secretly. My God, you are the most unique priest I have ever seen." Alice shook her head helplessly, but the old brewer who was busy beside her raised her head.

"Alice, although I think our dear priest loves to drink and be smart, they are actually pretty good. You have never seen a more outrageous priest." After saying that, the old winemaker stuck out his tongue and licked the little bit of expensive rotten wine that had just been scooped out of the big wooden barrel, with a full face full of admiration and enjoyment.

"Yes, some of the brothers I have met have their heads that are as bright as glass, dressed more delicately than anyone else, their faces are rich and greasy, and they ride a thoroughbred horse better than the local nobles. The horse harnesses are clean and clean. The crisp sounds of the sterling silver bells that are more beautiful than the larks singing..."

Father James lay on the table, frowned, his eyes a little confused, as if he was recalling something.

"The brothers wore cloaks made of high-end wool velvet, with expensive coral rosary wrapped in arms, and usually drank milk and ate white bread. They thought that the rules set by St. Benedict and St. Marus were worthless. Alas, even I had nothing to say to them."

"Is there such a servant of God?" Alice was extremely surprised. In her opinion, the monks in Father James's mouth lived more luxuriously and comfortable than most lords.

"Isn't that Alice? When you were young, we went to Bruges, and the monks there were exactly the same monks as Father James said." The old winemaker shook his head and continued to taste the fine wine in his hand.

In fact, being sent to the village of Fold as a priest is really a chore in the eyes of the monks in the Cologne Church.

In their eyes, although the people here defeated the fierce Norman pirates, the war must have been burned out, and there was a scorched earth. How could they be comfortable in the holy city of Cologne?

Even if there is a holy trace that is said to have happened there, what kind of holy trace is more fascinating than the holy city of Cologne where they are located?

Of course, there are many old monks who devoted themselves to serving the Lord who were willing to take on this labour and go to Folder Village to serve as a priest. However, in the end, the errand fell on a monk named James.

Friar James was considered only half a German kingdom, his father was the Lord of the distant Kingdom of Wessex, England, and James was the second son of his father.

Many years ago, the Danes broke through the territory of their family that had been passed down from generation to generation. James' father, who had lost his home, had to temporarily live in the territory of his relatives with his family with his remaining property.

At this time, no one could see the hope of England's future, so did James' father. So his father asked someone to take his second son James onto the sea boat to Flander. After repeated twists and turns, James finally arrived at the Cathedral in Cologne and became a dedicated child who dedicated the church.

However, in this chaotic era, being a monk does not mean safety.

Even if you are lucky enough to escape the killing of pagans, it is difficult to escape the looting of greedy robbers or even some crazy lords.

Because at this time, the church has not issued a ban on "God's peace" that is, it is not allowed to attack priests and the poor.

Therefore, many monasteries and churches are panicked and order is on the verge of collapse.

In addition, many monks had strange thoughts in their hearts when the loving and omnipotent God did not appear when the pagans ravaged his faithful servants, or brought down miracles to protect them.

Therefore, in this environment, some monasteries began to develop their own side jobs to make money. The initial purpose was to strengthen the protection of the monasteries and resist the invasion of pagans, but later the income of the monasteries was squandered by monks who began to secularize the depraved ideas.

Father James grew up in such an environment.

Although the monks in Cologne Church did not fall like those in the Flanders and Bruges, the signs had already begun.

James' ideal when he was a child was to be an unrestrained knight, hoping to die in battle one day, rather than being bound by the rules and regulations of St. Benedict, and lose his freedom to close his eyes and pray with scriptures every day.

So, when news of the Folder village in the north of the Kingdom needed a priest was passed down by word of mouth among monks in the Cologne Church, James was almost the most active of everyone.

After all, in the safe and peaceful church of Cologne, it is very rare to be sent to a distant place like this.

So, with the approval of the Bishop of Cologne fief, James took an iron-headed stick for self-defense and followed the soldiers, refugees, and supplies and carriages to the village of Fold.

After coming to the village of Fold, he was really surprised. Whether it was pouring feces into the "Xiansheng Pit" and watering the fields, or the people living here were all those he had never seen before.

Even the relatively wealthy townspeople in Cologne had only numbness in their expression and eyes, but not in the village of Fold.

Father James was very satisfied with all this, and the pastoral life in the village of Folder recalled his happy childhood.

In his hometown, before the Danes came with war, people also lived with hope as they are now.

He hasn't seen such a scene in many years.

So, after the brothers who came to Cologne Church oversee the refugees building the small chapel in the village of Folder, he completely relaxed.

As for Saint Benedict's old rules, go to his. Even the old monk who was the most loyal and obeyed the rules and served God conscientiously, when the pagans and robbers came, God did not give him protection, but let him shed blood.

When the monks in Cologne Church discussed this matter, some people explained it as the old monk who had committed an unknown sin in private, or simply attributed it to the original sin that was born with. James scoffed at this, but dared not express anything.

As for the villagers of Folde, they initially did not agree with the new priest who often drank secretly and sometimes acted clever and lazy.

However, every time Father James can complete his job without any mistakes. He usually gets along with others without any airs. Unlike the old priest of Dolstenburg, who is hypocritical and straightforward, he won everyone's favor soon...

"Hey old guy, Alice, and the drunk Father James, do you know that Mr. Simon is back!" A loud voice of a villager woke Father James from his thoughts.

He had not met the lord of this territory yet, but he had heard a lot of stories about him and praises to him from the villagers.

"Mark, as you said, I look so drunk. To be honest, it's a bit bad and rude to see Lord Simon," said Father James, hiccup, "You just say Father James has no other meaning, just drunk and drunk, and today I can't see him because of irresistible factors. I swear, I'll go to him tomorrow morning."
Chapter completed!