"call."

Simon breathed a sigh of relief and dragged his heavy steps to the second floor along the wooden ladder.

The second floor is Simon's bedroom. The animal skin curtain that originally hunted the villa was installed at the door of the bedroom. Simon lifted the curtain, and what caught his eyes was the third person in the villa before - the bed, the locked box, and the straw mat for the fat man and little Klein to sleep on.

However, the only thing that made Simon a little dissatisfied was that there were only two small square windows in the bedroom on the second floor. At this moment, the animal leather curtain was still pulled, making the room look particularly dark and stuffy.

This made Simon, who was used to opening the windows more to ventilate and breathable, sigh.

This lord tower was renovated when winter approaches. It is understandable that only two windows will be opened to prevent the cold wind from blowing into the house. But in summer, people will die.

"It seems that after the spring starts, Ryan needs to come over and arrange for people to open two more windows in the bedroom."

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The next day, Chen Guang got into the room through the narrow gap in the animal skin curtain. Simon yawned out of the bed, put on a thick filled armed clothing, and touched his croaking stomach.

There was no one on the straw mat of the fat man and Little Klein on the side. Simon lifted the curtain and walked down the stairs. Sure enough, the fat man had cooked a pot of dried pork wheat porridge by the fireplace as Simon ordered last night. Little Klein was holding the branches of the rabbit meat skewers next to him. While roasting, he held a small wooden bowl and followed the rabbit oil oozing from the meat.

"Young Master, come down and eat. The tableware has been washed for you. My God, the water of the Rhine River is almost frozen and disabled."

As the fat man said, he placed a wooden bowl and a spoon neatly on the large oak long table, and helped Simon open the large fur backrest chair.

"Master, when I came back, I met the new priest in our village. Looking at his red nose, I knew he was an old alcoholic. You know, he didn't come to see you last night and was drunk because of drinking. God, why did Cologne Church send us such a priest?"

The fat man pouted and shook his head. Simon could see that he was helpless and dissatisfied with the priest.

"The Cologne Church naturally has their own reasons. All of this is God's arrangement, so we have to let it go." Simon didn't care. He was afraid that a rigid old man who abides in the canon would come to Folde to be a priest.

"Okay, Young Master." The fat man blinked and served Simon a bowl of hot white meat porridge.

Meanwhile, Klein cut a large piece of roasted, tempting, roasted rabbit meat with a short dagger and put it into Simon's porridge, then poured a little rabbit oil into it.

Simon rubbed his hands, pinched a small pinch of salt from the salt pot, sprinkled it into the porridge, and then stirred it with a wooden spoon.

In this way, a bowl of the most hearty breakfast Simon had ever seen in the past month appeared in front of him, and a strong sense of happiness arose.

As mentioned earlier, people in the Middle Ages did not eat breakfast before the fifteenth century, except for Simon.

However, Simon spent most of this month on travel, and basically didn't eat breakfast, while lunch and dinner were mostly light porridge and hard black bread. Sometimes he could eat oil, water, meat and fish during rest in town.

"It's not easy." Simon sighed deeply.

At this time, he also had a funny idea - to send someone to the blacksmith in Dorstenburg, order a pot and a shovel for cooking according to his requirements, then buy some rabbit oil and deer oil, transform the fireplace and set a stove, and then you can cook and eat it.

"Dongdongdongdongdong."

At this moment, the knock on the door from the tower block interrupted Simon's beautiful imagination.

"Master, Father James wants to ask for a meeting!" The voice of the guards outside the door came over.

"Let him come in."

Just a few seconds after Simon's speech fell, a crack was opened, and a cunning cold wind also took the opportunity to slip in, making Simon shudder.

"Bang."

The door was quickly closed, and the flames that were blown in the fireplace that were swaying desperately also quieted down. Simon looked up and a slightly fat man in a gray monk's robe walked over.

The man had a tall nose, thin lips unique to the Anglo people, and a pair of blue eyes, but his eyes were a little dodged, and he might be feeling a little embarrassed about the drunkenness last night.

"His Excellency Simon, the legal master of the land in Foldburg and its surroundings, the crusher of the pagans, and the guardian of Christians, may God bless you!" Father James walked to Simon's table and said, while making a cross.

"Are you Father James? Sit down, do you want a bowl of fragrant rabbit meat porridge?" Simon pointed to the wooden stool beside the table.

"Oh, my dear Lord Simon, the sun has just risen shortly now, and it is not until noon..." Father James raised his sleeve and wiped the thin man on his head. He thought Simon had made the time wrong, and he had never seen anyone have lunch in the morning.

"I think people have to eat three meals a day if they have the conditions, so that they can have enough energy to deal with what they have to do all day. Of course, if you insist on not wanting to eat, I won't force it." Simon waved his hand, picked up the wooden spoon and ate the meat porridge.

"Okay, Mr. Simon, thank you for your kindness, I won't eat it." Father James scratched the back of his head and pulled open the chair and sat down with restraint.

He murmured in his heart that Lord Simon looked so young, but his work and rest were not much the same as other lords.

"I heard you like drinking very much, right?" Simon glanced at the tip of the priest's nose with his eyes. As expected, it was as red as the fat man said, just like the wild strawberries on the trail.

"Ahem, this..." Father James cleared his throat, looking a little cramped.

He also didn't expect that Simon had just talked about getting drunk last night before he could make a few polite words.

"Actually, personally, I think as long as you cherish God and teach his people carefully, what is the point of drinking some wine?" Simon continued without waiting for Father James to speak.

Simon speculated in his heart that since he was a priest who could drink alcohol and drunk himself, he would definitely not abide by the canon and rules so sternly. As long as he expressed his tolerance and understanding of him at this time, the relationship between the two would definitely heat up quickly.

"You are right. Lord Simon, this is the first time I have met an open-minded lord like you!" Father James gradually stretched out his nervous and uneasy brows and smiled in admiration.

He had just made the worst plan, thinking that Lord Simon would use this as a threat to sue the matter to the Cologne Church. In that case, he would definitely have no good results.

"Wine and meat pass through the intestines, God's heart." Simon smiled and shook his head, chewing on the roasted rabbit meat in his mouth.

"By the way, dear Lord Simon, I have something to ask for. You know, we monks usually open a field belonging to the church and plant some vegetables to be self-sufficient. However, when the church was built, I planned to open the open space next to the church into a field, the village chief told me that although you will definitely agree after you know it, this is your land in any case, and it must be decided by you after you come back, so you..."

"Of course it's okay," Simon nodded without hesitation, "I agree."

"Thank you, Lord Simon, God will definitely give back to your kindness!" Father James finally let go of his nervousness and restraint and laughed happily, but at this time, his stomach couldn't help but growl.

"Fatty, take another bowl and serve Father James a bowl of hot porridge." Simon ordered the fat man who was adding firewood to the fireplace.

"Oh no, this is not possible. Dear Lord Simon, I have received your kindness. For me, I really can't eat the first meal of the day at this time." Father James said anxiously, but he touched his slightly round belly under the gray robe with one hand, which seemed very contradictory.

"You can even get drunk. What's the point of eating a little early? Just eat lunch in advance!" Simon estimated that the priest didn't eat dinner last night because of drinking. He must be so hungry now.

"Then, then, well, Mr. Simon, thank you. To be honest, I am really hungry now, and my stomach is almost hungry. But I still have to remind you that you cannot let outsiders know about eating in the morning. Things this morning must be kept secret, otherwise it will be troublesome if someone catches the handle and sues them to the church." Father James looked around and said in a low voice with his face close to Simon.

Seeing Father James' mysterious appearance, Simon was still puzzled.

In his opinion, eating breakfast is just a little different from other people's habits. How could it involve the church?

After Father James' explanation, it turned out that the church advocated that people should not eat too early after getting up. They called the first meal of the day "breakfast" and advocated eating at noon, which reminded Simon of the "breakfast" in later English.

The clergy and noble civilians abide by this rule, but Simon's memory does not have an impression of this rule. Perhaps this has been a habit of life that people have been accustomed to since his birth and will not be mentioned deliberately.

Father James initially planned that if Simon threatened him with drinking, he would threaten him with breakfast, but now it seems that all this is unnecessary.

"Let's go to the village with me after dinner." After Simon finished the meat and porridge, he took a thin linen handkerchief from the fat man and wiped his mouth.
Chapter completed!