After enjoying the dinner, Simon returned to the siege camp.

He asked Miller to return to the forest camp where he was stationed last night to bring his luggage over, and tonight he was going to watch at Koother's tent.

The Dorsten militia lost eight people in this battle. Thanks to the equipment given by the Vikings and Baron Quinnier, almost every Simon's soldiers wore iron helmets, mail, armed swords on their waists, and a strong wooden shield. This greatly improved their battlefield survival rate.

Simon also had some calendula potions prepared by Arthur. In addition to letting Miller distribute them to soldiers for use, Simon also wanted Coorse to use them.

But what Simon was afraid of was that the damn priest never left Coother's side at all times. Lange praised him as a competent servant of God, but Simon only felt that the guy was a rude and stubborn man, and was in the way.

In addition, Simon could not sneak into the camp while the priest was away and drink potions for Cooser. In the eyes of others, God knows whether this is a potion or a poison?

Even if Simon could take a sip to prove his innocence, if Coother still did not improve, Lange would definitely attack him and poison his father by tampering with his feet. Then he justified the truth and took back Folderburg and expelled Simon.

Simon certainly has no motivation, but Lange only needs a reason.

Thinking of this, Simon was almost worried.

Before the last ray of light was about to sink into the skyline, the fat man and two cavalrymen came to the camp with the physician Arthur.

Before Arthur had time to tie the horse up, the fat man hurriedly got off the horse and removed the medicine box tied behind the saddle.

"Here!"

Simon, who was sitting on the side of the wine barrel waiting for Miller, stood up and immediately asked the soldiers in front of the camp to lift the curtain.

Arthur rolled over and walked in quickly with the medicine box, and Simon followed in.

The priest had left, and Simon breathed a sigh of relief - fortunately this stupid guy didn't apply feces to Cooser's right arm to release the bloody wound, otherwise Simon would definitely try his best to let this very harmful guy go to hell afterwards.

"What's the matter, my son, who is he?" Cooser looked very weak, probably because of the consequence of excessive bloodletting, and his face was too pale.

He slowly turned his head and opened his eyes slightly. Those sharp and wise eyes no longer existed, replaced by endless fatigue.

"Father, this is my doctor. He comes from Rome, the city of eternity. His family is a trustworthy family of medicine."

"Is that? Thank you, my son," Cooser's forehead was covered with sweat, and he seemed to be suffering a lot. "I have received your kindness, but I think what I need now is a priest because I feel like I'm almost at the time of dying prayer."

"Father," Simon was speechless for a moment, "Can I take a look at your wound?"

"It's easy." Koother seemed to have little strength to speak. After saying that, he vomited a breath and closed his eyes again.

Arthur carefully untied the blood-stained bandage, then turned around and shook his head at Simon.

Simon could see through the candlelight that the wound was infected and the surroundings were beginning to be red, swollen and ulcerated. The haunted arrow must be very dirty, and perhaps rust.

"Master, the wound on the right arm of the adult is also swollen." Arthuro looked at the wound left after the bloodletting of Cooser's right arm and said to Simon.

This should be the inflammation caused by the priest's scalpel. The current clergy and barbers do not know how to disinfect surgical instruments before surgery. At most, the blood stains left by the previous patient on the knife will be washed off.

"Simon, go call Lange and the priest in the town." Koother spoke again.

Simon nodded heavily, sighed, and took Arthuro out of the camp.

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Tonight's Earls Castle of Berg is destined to be a sleepless night.

On the inner castle field, the lord's private soldiers danced and sang songs around the bonfire, enjoying inferior wine and dry black bread. Some private soldiers held women in their arms, telling how brave they were in the battle and how many enemies they killed.

"Where has the groom gone?" Simon entered the gate of the inner castle, bypassed the carnival people on the inner castle field, and came to the stable. What displeased him was that the stable was empty at this time, and even the figure of a night watchman could not be seen.

"Master, please wait, I'll go find it." Miller was a little angry, stepped on the kickstand and walked towards the carnival crowd.

After a while, an old guy wearing a leather apron with horse manure was pulled out by Miller with his collar.

"You damn old guy, who allowed you to show up here?"

"This Lord, Lord, isn't it a carnival night tonight?" The old groom obviously regarded Miller as a grumbled knight. In fact, Miller's armor was indeed comparable to a knight.

"So, do you dirty guy want my master to unload the saddle in the horse manure pile himself?" Miller said, kicking the old groom to the ground.

The groom, regardless of the mud and feces on his body and hands, struggled to stand up and apologize, begging Simon not to tell the count about his unauthorized departure. He was so cowardly.

Simon is not in the mood to argue with this little character now.

Koother was in a bad situation. Simon felt that besides the despicable archer who shot him, the priest who only knew how to bleed and enema was also one of the culprits. He had nothing to do anymore, and the important thing now was to complete the last two tasks he had assigned to him before his death.

So Simon said nothing and walked straight towards the tower. Instead, the fat man pointed at the groom who was still begging like a fly and threatened: "Get back and do your job well, I will take care of you."

After the castle paging officer called again, Simon walked into the tower gate.

To be honest, the nobles are not much different from the soldiers who are caring outside, but the only difference is that they have musicians, bards and clowns having fun.

Lange was still drinking, and he was already red and drunk. Baron Carl and Baron Wolf next to him were also shaking a little while drinking, making loud jokes at each other.

As for the Baron Siegburg, he was already lying on the table, snoring like thunder.

Earl Berg sat in his large backrest chair and looked in a good mood.

He noticed Simon, who had just entered the door with a heavy face, looked at Lange, who was already drunk, and waved to Simon and signaled him to come over.

"Master Earl."

Simon walked over and knelt on one knee according to etiquette to kiss the ring on the finger of Earl Berg.

"I've heard of you a long time ago in Simon of Foldburg. You were also very brave and impressive in this battle."

"I believe there will be more things that will impress you in the future." Simon did not feel humble at all. He knew that he had to brag about himself at this time. It would not work in his previous life's humble thinking here.

"Haha, very good, I'm looking forward to it," Earl Berg smiled heartily, and suddenly changed the subject, "Is it because of your father that you are here in such a hurry?"

"Yes, his condition is very bad, he is almost called by God. He wants to see Lange, and he also wants to pray to the priest of the church in Dusseldorf town." Simon said in a low voice.

"I'm sorry to hear this news. Carl and Wolf, I visited him at the end of the afternoon battle, but I didn't expect the injury to worsen so quickly. Alas, God bless you!" Earl Berg said in surprise.

"I was discharged so much blood by the foolish damn pastor and was enema all afternoon. It was a medical miracle that did not worsen the injury!" Simon complained silently in his heart.

"So, according to Koother's words, I think you must now wake up your future new lord Lange," Earl Berg looked at Lange on the shelf table and frowned slightly, and said to the servant next to him, "Go to the kitchen and let the chef prepare a raw eel for Sir Lange."

Simon was eye-opening. In fact, it was popular for aristocrats to eat raw eels as a sober breakfast the next morning after the hangover.

"Master, I'm sorry, the chef said that the dinner party of raw eels in the warehouse was used up. If you need it, he will go to the Rhine to catch a few of them now." The servant came back soon, and the nobles and vassals next to Earl Berg were amused after hearing the servant's reply.

"Idiot, then come here with a pot of vinegar!" Earl Berg, whose face was damaged, felt that these subordinates were as stupid as pigs.

"Yes, Master!" After the servant said that, he hurriedly left again.

In addition to sobering with raw eels, according to the Yale Classical European Ecology records, there is another absurd way to sober up this time - soaking the drunkard's private parts with vinegar.

After a while, the servant took vinegar from the kitchen and poured it into a basin.

"Hey, I heard that Lange is going to sober up, let's help him solve it here. What do you think?" Baron Wolf looked at the vinegar brought to Lange by the servant, and cheered with a mouthful of alcohol.

"Okay, come on, I can compete with this guy who is bigger than this braided guy," Baron Carl, who also drank red, slapped the table. "This brat just boasted that his place was longer than the other sword on his waist!"

"Stop talking nonsense, just sober him up here!"

"We can just help him verify it, hahahaha!"

"Quick, hurry up!"

Under the influence of alcohol, the nobles, who were a little excited, also started to cheer and insisted that Lange sober up on the spot.

Simon, who was standing beside him, was stunned, while Earl Berg next to him was interested and did not stop him. Instead, he waved his hand to stop the maid who was going to take Lange to the guest room to sober up.

So, with the help of two servants, Lange, who was drunk and unconscious, was taken off his pants and sobered up with the aristocrats' cheers and eyes.

"Hahaha, he's a big embarrassment," Earl Berg laughed so much, and then patted Simon on the shoulder, "Go to the church and find a priest. When Lange wakes up, I will send soldiers to see him at the camp."

"Please, sir." Simon said goodbye to Earl Berg and quickly left the tower.

Simon thought that Lange's embarrassment tonight could only be said to be self-inflicted, and the consequences were retribution. His biological father's life and death were uncertain on his sickbed, but he was like the people who were fine and intertwined with other noble cups, partying all night, and was proud of his impending succession.

Now he was ready, soaked his private parts with vinegar under the gaze of all the nobles of the entire earl.
Chapter completed!