In the early morning of the next day, large areas of gloomy dark clouds were wrapped in the cold air from Scandinavia, sweeping from the northern part of the Black Forest, which could not be seen at a glance outside the village of Fold, covering the sky, and eating away the gorgeous and pure starry sky canvas bit by bit.

Perhaps as the dawn had just pierced the thick clouds and shone faintly on the exterior wall of the Foldberg Tower, goose-feather-like snowflakes began to fill this small world.

After a while, Hanen felt the cold light that was transmitted through the cracks of the not-solid window. He frowned and opened his eyes, yawned lazily, and sat up next to the fire that had already been extinguished in the middle of the room.

It's very cold in winter, and even if you sleep in front of a fire, no one will be stupid enough to take off their clothes.

Hann stood up, patted his clothes, and politely invited the little bugs on his body to the rough hay mat on the ground. Then, he lifted the worn wooden barrel beside the wall, pushed open the creaking door open with some difficulty, and prepared to fetch water by the river.

However, when he opened the door, he was frustrated to find that the snow that had melted a while ago had become thicker overnight.

A biting cold wind blew, lifting up the corner of Han'en's clothes, causing him to shivered involuntarily.

He shrank his neck and planned to return to the house. However, when he turned around and saw his sleeping mother and sister, he still gritted his teeth, wrapped his clothes tightly, and resolutely walked towards the village gate in Xinxue.

"Good morning, Hann, I'm glad to see you!"

"I am also very happy to see you, Old Berg, may God always be watching you!"

As the first meeting at the beginning of the day, the villagers greeted each other as usual. However, unlike usual, everyone's speech speed is faster than usual, and some people's voices are trembling.

"It's all because of this damn ghost weather. When will spring come?" Han En murmured and complained in a low voice, and before he knew it, he came to the wooden door at the entrance of the village.

"call!"

By the wooden door, the young man who drank the owl potion last night had a layer of fluffy snow on his nose and the leather armor on his shoulder. He looked up at the villagers entering and leaving the gate while freezing his hands, which were almost frozen and unconsciously, kept breathing.

When the young man's blood-covered eyes moved to Han'en, who was walking with a wooden barrel, he became excited as if he had eaten poppy, waved to Han'en, and told him vividly about his experience of catching the pilgrim who had stolen the fertilizer of the holy pit alive last night.

"Ahh, I saw yesterday that the pilgrim was not a good thing, but I didn't say it at the time. By the way, Evan, what happened to the last damn pilgrim?" Hann felt a little hungry, so he put down the bucket and tightened the leather belt around his waist.

"You really don't know. That damn liar didn't know how much hard-earned money he had deceived the poor man before. He actually handed over more than a hundred Transnier silver coins as a fine, saving his life as a despicable wild dog to be slaughtered in a slaughterhouse!" Guard Evan quipped with a laugh.

After the two of them exchanged greetings, Han'en picked up the wooden barrel again and walked out of the wooden door of the village. However, after he walked a long distance, the guard Evan suddenly remembered an important thing and shouted loudly to Han'en's back: "Hey, Han'en, don't forget to come and hand over the shift later!"

"certainly!"

Hann walked around the north wall of the village and walked to the grass beside the riverside. The originally hard old snow on the grass was covered with soft fresh snow, making people feel like walking on a beach covered with goose feathers.

He turned around and looked towards the village. Workers had already started working on the trench corner tower where the west wall of the village had not yet been completed.

He remembered the Lord Simon who said a while ago that the construction of this corner building must be completed before the beginning of spring.

Hanen didn't know why the master hurriedly built the corner building first, and even left behind the tavern with the foundation laid.

He thought that if Master Simon built the tavern first, he and his friends would not have to squeeze in the shabby wooden table and wooden chair outside the winery workshop to endure the damn cold wind.

This is what he has been looking forward to most in recent months.

"Ri'an, good old man Vito, what are you getting today? I haven't caught a single fish?" Hann walked to the river, leaned down, scooped a full tank of water in the Rhine, and at the same time he didn't forget to joke with the old man who was fishing with a fishing rod next to him.

"Han'en, you little bastard, it's already early in the morning and my butt is not even hot. What can I get?" The old man, who was called the good man Vito, teased Han'en in a foreign tone and blew his yellow and white beard.

The old man wore a ripped animal-feather hat on his head and a thick Norman fur winter coat seized from the Vikings last time. He sat on a small felt, and the old hand wrapped in leather gloves held the fishing rod tightly like a firm pine tree, and turned his eyes calmly and softly to the place where the fishing line and the water surface were intersected.

He was one of the refugees sent by the Bishop of Cologne fief last time, but because he was old and weak and could not do heavy work, the village chief arranged him to the newly built lord's kitchen in Mubao.

During that time, Simon was not in the territory, and the lord's kitchen had nothing to do, so the village chief simply gave him the fishing rod and bait in the warehouse and asked him to go fishing by the river to prepare fish for the militia during the fasting period.

As for why everyone calls him a good old man, it is because he has a kind and kind face and smiles no matter who he treats. His red and bulging apple muscles can't help but be happy no matter who sees him, so he is called "good old man".

By the time Hanen returned to the village, the merchants in the caravan had already pulled their carriages to the open space in the middle of the village, lifted up the tarp covered in the carriage, and sorted out the goods to be sold today.

Unlike yesterday, Father James today witfully brought a small table and a small stool from the church, spread the parchment paper and pen and ink to record taxes on the table, then put on a hood, lowered his head, closed his eyes, and planned to take a nap before the first order record arrived.

Han'en returned home, and his quirky sister had already gotten up. He was adding firewood to the extinguished fire, while his mother disappeared.

"Brother, my mother took a piece of dry firewood and went to the baker's house next door to borrow the firewood."

"Okay, let the pot of water boil after the fire rises later," he said, putting the full wooden barrel on the ground, and putting a black and pitted iron pot next to the fire. "I have to go to the armory to report now!"

The armed garment had a large patch that was taken off a strong Viking man last time, and there was still the dry and dull blood stain of the pagan.

"What a strong smell of sweat!" Han'en muttered quietly while wearing it.

Since the equipment of the militia team is issued when soldiers are trained and stand guard, many people have used the same equipment, so the taste will naturally not smell good.

"You can be content with you. If it gets windy or snowy when you stand guard later, you won't complain like this." Miller gave him an angrily blank look.

Han'en had to shut up in disappointment.

After putting on his equipment, he took the Norman shield and broad-leaved spear handed over by Miller, walked out of the fort, and walked towards the village wall under the hill.

"The boring morning has begun." Hanen walked up the stairs next to the village gate, climbed up the village wall, stood in front of the cliff, and saw the scenery outside the village that he had seen countless times.

Hanen stood guard on the village wall on the south side, facing the south side. He looked at the road extending from the entrance of the village to the junction of the plains and forests in the distance, and recalled the scene when Simon set off that day in late summer.

"This road can be reached by the holy city of Cologne or the bustling town of Düsseldorf. After passing the ferry of Düsseldorf, you will reach the boundary of the Duchy of Upper Lorraine..."

Han'en's thoughts returned to his past days when he was in the Principality of Lorraine.

It was a peaceful village, and in Hann's memory, she had never been destroyed by war.

His father was a freeborn man, a cunning and smart man. There were several times when the lord summoned the people to the war. Every time Xiao Hanen and his mother were very worried before going to war, for fear that his father, the pillar of the family, would not be able to come back after he went there.

But my father could return to the territory safely and safely, sometimes with trophy, such as some copper coins and a few copper rings, a curved spear, a cracked iron helmet, or a pair of ragged leather armor.

Xiao Hanen once asked his father to tell him stories on the battlefield. In his imagination, his father must be invincible and could beat the enemy alone.

However, his father taught Xiao Hanen to never be interested in weapons and war. Even if he had to go to the battlefield, he should try his best to stay behind the crowd and try every means to save his life.

Xiao Hanen couldn't listen. His dream was to have a set of his own equipment, join the mercenary group, experience epic battles personally, and travel around the world with his friends.

The days afterwards were very dull, just like the current village of Fold, which was content.

But until one day, the lord summoned soldiers as usual, and his father took the equipment to fight as usual. In the end, unlike usual, no one returned to the village and replaced it with a messy and strange army that he had never seen before. They rushed towards the fat meat in their eyes like a group of wild dogs who had been hungry for a long time.

The villagers fled in scattered, and many people were lucky enough to escape into the forest and escaped, but their once rich home has now turned into ruins.

In the forest, the villagers were hungry and cold and were terrified. A clever young man brought back the news from outside that the lord, his monarch, and most of their troops, had died in the battle two days ago. Now no one took over here, bandits became a disaster, and chaos was in power.

After hearing the news, Hanen shed tears like many villagers and burst into tears. Hanen knew that he might never see his dear father again for the rest of his life.

Later, everyone lived a refugee life. At that time, many neighbors and friends who were familiar to Hann died on their way to the German Kingdom across the river...

"Hann, Hann, are you asleep?"

Han'en suddenly felt someone patting his shoulder and suddenly came back to his senses. It turned out that it was Old Baohe who was also standing guard in armor.

"Stop being idle, have a meal!"

"Oh, OK, OK."

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After eating a bowl of oatmeal porridge stewed with liver, meat, radish and onions at noon, Hann wiped his mouth and returned to his post.

After spending another few hours of peace, the sky began to turn orange and red, and the snow on the plain outside the village also dyed orange. The beautiful sunset couldn't help but appear in the backstage.

At this moment, Hann vaguely heard a sound of horse hooves running wildly from afar.

"I heard it right?" Han'en also wanted to find a comrade-in-arms standing guard next to him to confirm if there was something wrong with his ear.

However, when the cavalry riding a horse and carrying a fan-shaped shield printed with the Dorsten family's heraldic emblem appeared at the junction of the forest and the plain in front of the village in the distance, Hann knew that there was no problem with his hearing.

"Open the door, I am the Baron's messenger, and I have a letter to Lord Simon!"

"Open the door!"
Chapter completed!