"Krieg is back!"

Accompanied by a scream, the farmers working in the fields seemed to have heard something extraordinary, and stopped their work, stood up straight, took off their straw hats from their heads and looked around.

"Look, there!" A young man with dirt on his face pointed to the south, and everyone looked in the direction he pointed.

I saw a "savage man" walking on the main road between the farmlands in the distance.

His unrestrained yellow-brown curly hair was scattered on his shoulders, and his beard, which was connected to his hair, was braided. His dirty face could not hide the sharpness scattered from his blue eyes.

He wore a scratched roll-sleeved shirt, a fur shawl, a longbow and a quiver, and held his head up towards the entrance of the village of Esbai.

"Krieg? Is it you?"

Farmer Elvin opened his mouth wide, and his heart was full of doubts. The man walking towards him was both familiar and unfamiliar, but except Krieg, who would appear in front of everyone with such an image as a mountain man?

"It's me," Krieg stopped and laughed, "I heard that Baron Quinnier was dead and his heirs fled to the Principal of Flanders, so according to the law, the arrest warrant issued by the lord himself to me is invalid."

"I hope the sheriff thinks so too. May God bless you!" After Elvin said that, he cut a cross on his chest and watched "savage" Krieg continue to strode towards the village.

After Krieg walked away, the farmers in the fields seemed to be a pot of boiling water, and they were talking.

"Thank God, this excellent carpenter is finally back. I can't stand Old Gordon's woodworking," a farmer curled his lips and spitted on the ground. "It's okay that Old Gordon makes rough and unreliable things, but he actually collects more money than Krieg!"

"It's true," the farmer next to him echoed, "Old Gordon's craftsmanship is very bad and his personality is disgusting. However, he has a good relationship with the village chief Duden, so he can take over the carpentry work in the whole village after Krieg leaves."

Although everyone has a lot of opinions about Old Gordon, there is no way that except him and Krieg, the others in this village know nothing about carpenters. If you go to other villages or the town of Camplintford not far away, you will have to pay more.

"I haven't been here for a long time, and the changes here are a bit big." Krieg sighed as he walked.

In his memory, the village of Esbai was prosperous and prosperous, and now all he saw was decay and depression.

There were several abandoned farmland on the roadside, and weeds had grown after the spring. Krieg knew the owner of these fields, and he speculated that the free farmers had died in the war against the Earl of Berg.

Sure enough, not far away, he saw one of the Libertarians' cottages. Krieg remembered that the Libertarians were named Zorn, and he and his wife Sousse were shy and good-looking men. Now, the half-floor wooden house looks a lot of dilapidated, the walls are covered with ivy, and there are only a pile of embers left after the burning of firewood at the door.

"Clang"

Suddenly, the wooden door of the cottage, which was not strong, was roughly pushed open.

Village chief Du Deng walked out with his hazy eyes and carrying his pants. Adam, the militia following behind, blushed, but looked satisfied.

"This damn Duden hasn't changed at all," Krieg stopped in surprise. "Now, poor Susse has become a widow, without Zon's protection, and was ruined by the two shameless people, Duden and his nephew."

"Wait," the village chief Du Deng saw the blurry figure in front of him, rubbed his eyes carefully, and opened his mouth in surprise, "Krieg!? Why the fuck is you back?"

"Please pay attention to your words, Duden, you'd better give me the priority," Krieg patted the sheathed dagger on his belt. "I'm not a lamb who can't fight back and scold me. If you dare to talk to me again, I'll cut off your tongue."

"Damn bastard, uncivilized barbarian." Du Deng murmured in a small voice as small as a fly wing.

As the village chief of Esbai Village and the right-hand assistant of the former Baron, no one has threatened Duden like this for a long time. Although he was very angry, he did not dare to use his tongue to try the danger with his tongue when he met Krieg, a "desperate" who had a life-long "desperate".

"What are you doing when you are back? Don't you know that the sheriff has not revoked the wanted order for you?" Du Deng calmed down and pointed at Krieg in a calm tone he thought. He suppressed the urge to add a "bastard" at the end of the sentence.

"So what? In my opinion, it is reasonable for me to kill the drunkard who raped my wife. The drunkard was associated with you. God knows whether you will favor him and distort him in front of the baron. Instead of waiting until that time, I might as well be on the spot for eye for eye and tooth for tooth. Of course, I am much more civilized than him, and I did not rape him before killing him."

Krieg's words made the village chief Du Deng's face turn from white to red, and from red to blue. However, the brat behind him was amused by the humor of Krieg's last sentence.

"Enough," Du Deng turned his head and kicked Adam with a dark face. The laughter came to an abrupt end. Then he turned his head and looked at Krieg, and said gritting his teeth. "No matter what, if you have me in this village for one day, don't think about peace!"

"Then let's try it." Krieg laughed instead, spitted at Du Deng's feet, patted the axe with dry blood on his waist, and continued to walk towards the village.

"Who is that?" Krieg, who approached the entrance of the village, saw two Viking soldiers dressed in guarding at the entrance of the village, and was a little confused.

He recalled his hometown of Britania. When the bloodthirsty and brutal Viking pirates rowed their dragon-headed warships through the waves and landed on the coast, the coastal villages were filled with the blood and limbs of innocent villagers and fishermen, and the houses were filled with fire-sky lights everywhere.

The Viking Pirates who left the ruins in the ground just patted their butts without caring, as if they had just run over an ant, carrying the spoils, either continued to rob inland or disappeared into the vast sea again.

It is said that a group of their compatriots settled in the north of the West Frank Kingdom more than 20 years ago under the leadership of the Rollo leader. Therefore, people called it Normandy, which means "the land of the northerners". The Normans who had merged with the local Franks were much more civilized than their "uncivilized" compatriots.

So, Krieg thought, were the soldiers in front of him from the Normans from far away Normandy?

"Their body size and height look similar to ours, and they should not be northerners." After Krieg approached, he found that these soldiers did not have the characteristics of a giant back and bear waist, and the five big and three thick Vikings.

When the soldier stepped forward to ask who he was, the familiar local dialect completely dispelled Krieg's doubts.

"I used to be a carpenter in this village, and was chased for offending the previous lord. I heard that the old lord was dead, so I thought I could return to the village to live normally. I believe that the new lord would never be interested in a carpenter with superb skills, unless he already had one." Krieg said as he looked at the soldiers, and the soldiers were also looking at the guy dressed in the mountain people.

"Very good, you can enter the village. But by the way, were you a captain of Baron Wolf before?" This soldier who had helped Baron Wolf clear the siege in the Battle of the Valley seemed to have thought of his familiar dress.

"No, I'm from far away Brittania, but it's my home."

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Krieg's home is on the edge of the forest west of the village, a small but extremely strong thatched wooden house. He spent two silver coins in Denier and twelve copper coins to buy this "bad land" that no one in the village is worthy of. It has to be said that the locals were full of malicious intentions towards foreigners at the beginning.

After Krieg became a so-called extrajudicialist, his land hut was taken over by Baron Quinier, and later he was rewarded by the Baron to a young private soldier who had made contributions to catching the thief but had no property. Unfortunately, this little unlucky guy didn't live long and followed the Baron to expedition to the Earl's Corps, and never came back.

Krieg had a little effort to open the door lock that was corroded by the rain. The warm cottage he and his wife lived in was like a pig's nest by this private soldier. What made Krieg most incredible was that this sloppy guy was even too lazy to be convenient outside the door, and the stale feces on the walls inside the house emitted a disgusting and nauseating smell.

"It seems I have to clean it up. I'll have a drink at the stump tavern first." Krieg pinched his nose and closed the door, and walked towards the small square in the middle of the village.

On the way to the tavern, every villager who saw Krieg first showed a surprised expression, and then, the surprise quickly turned into a surprise, and everyone greeted him enthusiastically.

However, there are also people who have a very bad relationship with him, such as Gordon, the old man.

When Old Gordon saw Krieg passing by at the door in his carpenter's shop, he couldn't believe his eyes, and then he sank his face as if he had eaten a pound of flies. He knew that if he didn't do anything, the good days of making money would be almost over by himself, so he took off his gloves and walked quickly towards the sheriff's house.

"Hey, Tina," Krieg sat down on the bench in front of the tavern and greeted the house, "Give me a glass of fruit wine, and I think you should still remember what kind of wine I like."

"Oh my God," Tina poked her head out of the tavern, put her white skirt on her arms and wiped her wet hands, "Of course I still remember."

Krieg sat in the chair and waited for a while. In the morning, most of the farmers went to work. Of course, they all went to take care of their own homes. Except for a traveling merchant sitting not far away, there were almost no other customers in the tavern.

"Your wine and wine and food, I hope I'm right." Tina came to Krieg with a glass of fruit wine and a plate of hot black bread sprinkled with onion and pea paste.

"Thank you. By the way, where did your husband Helta go? Why didn't you see him?" Krieg took the cup and drank it directly, looking at the empty counter in the tavern in surprise. In his impression, Boss Helta is a lazy person, either in his bed, in front of the counter in the tavern or in the kitchen.

"To be honest, Count Luowen is simply too much. Not long after we paid the tax for this quarter on the Annunciation Festival, he levyed an additional war tax. Hulta owed a cooper, but he really didn't have much money to repay, so he went with the passing caravan a few days ago to Flanders to borrow money from his relatives." Tina said with frowning and angry.

There were not many merchants passing through the main road of Esbai, so the news was even more obstructed. If Tina had known that Earl Loon was dead and the Duke of Cologne was in power, she would have cursed this damn guy in the most vicious language to go to hell.

"But, at least Meli is still there," Tina said, and suddenly laughed provocatively, "Do you want to have enough food and drink and order entertainment? For example, the guy who asked Meli to help you suck you..."

"Don't be stupid," Krieger's face turned ugly. "You know I can't do that, never."

Tina giggled and walked back to the tavern, but she stopped at the door and turned around and said, "If you change your mind, you know where to find me, a copper coin once!"

Krieg waved impatiently and silently ate the onion and pea batter on the plate.

Meli is a slave to the tavern owner Hulta, who is from Guinet, and strictly speaking, is Krieger's Celtic compatriot.

As for how she was transferred to Hulta's men, Krieg couldn't explain it. Maybe she was captured in the war between the English and the Welsh? Or was she a poor man who was captured by Viking pirates and wandered to a foreign land?

At least, whenever the drinker comes to the door, regardless of whether Helta recognizes it or not, he will lazily lie on the counter and add a sentence that makes Krieg extremely disgusted: Give me a copper coin to kill the female slave in my tavern.

Just as Krieg was eating the bowl of black bread with fruit wine with his heart, a soldier wearing a Norman helmet and short-sleeved chain mail came to him: "The new lord and the sheriff want to see you."

"What lord," Krieg was puzzled, "As far as I know, isn't this here now without a lord?"

"No, the messenger of the Duke of Cologne brought the letter last night. Baron Simon will become the new lord of the village of Esbai and the surrounding manors." The soldiers' response was brief and powerful.
Chapter completed!