Among the people who said goodbye, a bald man in a brown leather jacket was quietly scanning everyone's face. Unfortunately, he did not find the guy who wanted to associate with him - Carus.

"This guy, could he escape with the help of Casbet?" The bald man who had not found the informant for a long time was a little impatient and said to himself.

In the noisy crowd, he began to try to calm himself down. The bald man thought that Carus, as one of the most trusted people of Casbet and Sir Julian, was unlikely to abandon all his assets in the territory and escape, so, most likely, this frivolous guy accidentally exposed himself, either escaped or was killed.

"He is such an uneasy guy!" The bald man searched for it over and over again, until the people on the road were almost dispersed, he was completely disappointed and walked back to the wheat pub.

In the daytime tavern, there was only one guy wiping the counters and tables and chairs, a servant was cleaning up the garbage and a chef was dozing off. The bald man was suspicious, and he was afraid that asking Carus would alert the enemy. The most important thing now is to inform the school officials Hellard and Casbet that the time had come, so he no longer hesitated and walked directly to the stable.

Like all travelers, he asked the tavern's men to fill his empty water bag with their best wine, and after a drink, he stepped on his horse and left Esbaiburg along a trail leading to the woods.

Simon's team was not marching. He also brought many walking soldiers and servile men, so the speed was not too fast. The bald man thought that he had to convey the message faster so that they had more time to deploy and ambush. So he clamped the horse's belly and gently stroked the horse's mane with some pain and said, "It seems that you have to be wronged and wronged."

He ran along the paths in the dense forest, sometimes leaving the paths in the forest and crossing a small area of ​​spacious grassland, and sometimes returning to the spacious road through the border checkpoints of one territory after another.

Finally, he came to a low hill and turned into an inconspicuous valley. A horse made of sharp branches appeared in front of him.

"Who is in front? Report your name!" A rough voice came from behind the Mama.

"I am the messenger Odette, you guys quickly pull the damn Jima away!" As soon as the bald man finished his impatient words, Jima was quickly moved away by two thick big guys.

The camps in the valley were temporarily set up, and the place for these bandits to rest was nothing more than a simple tent set up with branches and tarpaulins. At this time, people who watched the night watch last night were sleeping in groups of three or three.

A man with burn scars on his face was sitting on the ground with a sharpening sword. The two were burning boiling water beside him, while adding firewood, cutting flesh from the poached wild boars piece by piece and throwing them into the pot.

Bald Oddette tied his horse to the birch tree next to the campsite and hurried to the small tent at the deepest part of the campsite.

Not by his surprise, school officer Hellard was sitting on the wooden table in front of the tent playing dice game with Casbet, the contactor left by Julian. They were holding a wooden cup full of ale.

"Sir, please allow me to interrupt you..."

Before the bald Oddite could finish his words, the school official Helalt, who turned his back to his back, rudely slapped the wooden cup on the wooden table. The wine splashed everywhere. He growled angrily: "It's coming again, it's coming again! Damn, this is the third time I have been interrupted by the game. If you don't give me a sufficient reason, but for a trivial matter, I swear I will peel your skin!"

"Baron Simon is set off." Bald Odette said with sweat dripping from his forehead and his eyes fixed on his toes.

"What," school official Hellard threw the dice in his palm onto the table and stood up, "How many people did he bring?"

"Two knights, two crossbowmen, two cavalry, nearly twenty infantry," Bald Oddette glanced at the fragrant wine on the table, licked the cracked lips and continued, "Everyone was wearing chain mail, fully armed."

"It's really a goddamn, the first time I saw a baron going out to attend a banquet, bringing so many people," the school official Hellard sat back on the stump with the rings of the annual rings. "This Simon is such a timid guy who cherishes his life. I think he is not going to attend a wedding banquet in Tonysburg, he is going to lead his troops to flatten it!"

Casbet drank the remaining wine in the cup in one sip, and his face was so gloomy that water dripped out. He knew that the forty former noble private soldiers under the school officer Hellard would definitely cause a considerable blow to Simon's corps, but it would be almost impossible to take Simon's life.

"Hey," the school officer Hellard looked at Casbet and knocked on the table with his hand, causing Casbet to raise his head, "Don't you and your lord want to kill the baron named Simon? I dare say that I can't kill him with my strength alone. Maybe you can borrow some soldiers from your lord and let them never see the sun tomorrow again!"

"No, what if..." Casbet refused without thinking, but was immediately interrupted by school officer Hellard.

"I know your concerns," said the school officer Hellard, turning his head and not caring. "You are worried that if Simon is not dead, you recognize that your lord's private soldiers are among the attackers, don't you?"

Casbet nodded.

"Then bring more soldiers to ensure that they will not survive," school officer Hellard laughed cruelly, "After all, there is no way for the dead to inform, the truth is fabricated by the living people!"

"It makes sense, I will report it with my lord," Casbet placed the cup on the wooden table and stood up from the stump, but suddenly he remembered something and his eyes were fixed on the bald Odette, "By the way, have you found Carus?"

"Sorry, I almost turned the place upside down, but I couldn't find any of him." Bald Oddette spread his hands helplessly.

"I get it." Casbert took a deep breath, shook his head, and walked towards the place where he was tied outside the camp.

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Simon didn't know that he had escaped a premeditated assassination, but on the contrary, he was wondering why the journey was unexpectedly stable.

After only two days of journey, Simon and his party arrived safely at the Kenpon Valley Territory.

Lange's current rule centers on his new territory, which was the first reason why he decided to hold a wedding in Tonysburg, and the second reason was that the last baron repaired the castle very well. At least the castle hall here is much more grand than the hall of Dorstenburg.

Along the way, Simon discovered that the villages in the Kenpon Valley territory seemed to be richer than those in the surrounding territory, which can be seen from the ruddyness on the faces of the territories.

However, the fat man said that this was all the creditor of the previous lord here. Lange spent every penny on himself since he took office. His concept was the same as that of most nobles - as long as the people were responsible for paying taxes.

However, Simon also saw some unusual changes. When they passed by a village called Ultz, Simon was surprised to find a "sacred pit" in the fields that was the same as his territory.

When they were resting in the village's tavern, the tavern mate enthusiastically answered Simon's doubts. It turned out that their lord was originally a meritorious cavalry of the Dorsten family. He was originally a wealthy free farmer. He discovered the method of increasing the production of Simon's territory in the battle of Lange's aid to Foldeburg. So after he was enthroned by the knights, he decided to implement this method in his fiefdom.

"I want to know what the local priests think about this?" Simon asked curiously.

"In the first two years, the priest had been firmly opposed. The lord did not want to have a quarrel with the priest, and kept persuading the priest to go to Foldeburg to see the miracles of God," the guy said while wiping the wooden cup with a rag, "until the priest's ears were almost calloused, he finally went to Foldeburg a few months ago. When he came back, he seemed to have changed his personality, not only agreed to the lord's promotion of this fertilizer, but also muttered words every day, saying that he had seen the miracles of God with his own eyes."

Simon nodded, and the guy continued to do his business.

Simon thought that when he used God's blessing as a guise to promote farm fertilizer production, he knew that sooner or later this method would bloom everywhere and no longer become his unique advantage.

But he didn't care. Even if the grain in the surrounding territory increased significantly, he didn't have to worry about not being able to make money. On the contrary, in this way, he could have more raw materials and he could use the efficient hydraulic mill in the territory to obtain more flour, which was much more valuable than grain.
Chapter completed!