In Simon's impression, when Count Wolf was still a baron, he always liked to wear a thick blue-green plaid and a fur cloak, which looked like a tribal leader.

But now he is different from the past. As an earl in a feudal principality, he began to pay attention to his image.

When the door was opened, Earl Wolf, who was facing the last dark red sun in the distance, was wearing a bright red dress and a pair of finely crafted noble pointed leather shoes, walked slowly into the hall of the tower.

At this time, Simon knew why the peasants said that he was dressed as a "barbarian who had just been civilized"-Earl Wolf still retained his arrogant beard, and was wearing a mountain scale with gilded decoration.

Perhaps this is what Count Wolf understands as dignity and fashion. Although it is still a bit strange in the eyes of these nobles who have been passed down from the Frank Empire, this does not affect their great enthusiasm for this powerful new Count.

The young man who stepped into the hall almost at the same time as Count Wolf was his eldest son and heir, Fenagan. He had a hideous knife mark on his face, and he drew from his left cheek to his nose, which made him look a little more fierce.

"This is not a good guy to deal with." Simon said secretly in his heart while pinching the wine glass.

Fenagan is the oldest, most mature, most capable, most capable, and most loved by Count Wolf. He left home alone two years before Earl Loon claimed that Earl Berg led the war.

At that time, he said that he would use his strength to prove to his father that he had the ability to protect himself and the noble character of a leader. What he said was that when he returned to the wooden fort where he raised him a year ago, he brought back a long and hideous "Medal of Honor" and twenty swordsmen who had been loyal to him after storms.

Most of the nobles in the hall had heard of Fenagan's deeds. They did not despise Fenagan because he was not a knight. The nobles respected brave and brave, and Fenagan was a household warrior in the Earl of Wolf, and his future achievements were likely to be lost to his father.

Following Count Wolf and Fenergan is Count Wolf's wife Gisha and her daughter Miss Josephine.

Miss Josephine inherited her father's genes - she grew tall and had a big skeleton. Even so, because she was well served by her servants, she still maintained a slender figure compared to the tiger-backed and bear-bearing girls outside who were born to do heavy work.

She had a red brown hair, which was finely woven into a double bun by her maids. This popular medieval hairstyle was not good-looking to Simon. The two thick braids on the left and right covered their ears, making Josephine's jaw look a little wide, but her beautiful facial features and confident temperament that exuded all the time made up for this.

She is indeed a charming girl, a girl who makes many young noble suitors excited.

The nobles at the dining table began to talk in a low voice, and some young nobles showed disappointment, and Lange, who was sitting on the throne of the lord, smiled with satisfaction. He thought that Miss Josephine, who was about to become his wife, looked beautiful and tough, would soon give birth to a healthy and lively heir for herself.

Thinking of this, Lange couldn't help but look at Simon sitting at the dining table. He wanted to read a look of jealousy from Simon's eyes, but to his disappointment, Simon did not. He was having a good time talking to Baron Winter, who was sitting next to him.

The banquet was still underway, and Count Wolf and Fenagan sat on the guest chair closest to Lange among the long shelf tables. The men continued to drink and blow the cows, while Lange's fiancée Miss Josephine entered the guest room on the first floor of the tower with her mother.

Several strong entourage soldiers entered the tower one after another. They carried a few wooden boxes that looked extremely heavy, and looked extremely heavy, and Simon guessed that it was Miss Josephine's dowry, but according to tradition, these dowries would be handed to Lange in person on the wedding day a few days later.

"Simon," Baron Winter noticed that Simon was a little absent-minded, "I think, maybe it's time for you to find a girl to spend the rest of your life with you."

"Thank you for your kind reminder, Baron Winter." Simon smiled politely.

"It'll be nice to call me Winter in the future," Baron Winter gave a clean and humble feeling like his nickname, "It seems you have your own plans."

"Yes, Winter." Simon smiled knowingly at Baron Winter.

Whenever a nobleman asks Simon's other half questions, their questions always contain nakedness and straightforwardness. For some boring guys with low emotional intelligence, perhaps inquiring about other people's lives in detail is their greatest source of happiness.

Baron Winter is different, perhaps related to his humble origin, but he is the most good at observing words and being humble and polite among the nobles. Every time he speaks, Simon even feels like he has already made a draft in advance.

At least for Simon, there was never any discomfort in conversation with Baron Winter, and their friendship was about to be concluded on this shelf table.

The banquet was very late, and a deer had been roasted on the skewers on the kitchen fire for a whole day. The venison roasted from beech wood had a unique scent. Unfortunately, when it was brought up, everyone's stomach could no longer hold more food, and it was full of wine shaking.

The guests were full of food and food, and everyone was satisfied. Even the most picky nobles could not pick out the stings of Lange's hospitality today. If you insist on saying that there was, it would be the arrival of Miss Josephine that made the young nobles envious and jealous.

Before the wedding, the noble barons were arranged to live in the bungalows in the castle inner yard.

The house was previously lived in an important courtier of the previous Baron, but now it has been repaired by Lange as much as he can, such as laying a brand new rush, providing comfortable blankets for the Barons to sleep, and installing an impenetrable wolf-skin curtain for each window... In short, although it still looks a little simple, this is the best that Lange can provide for the Barons.

"Winter, I want to breathe, are you going to come together?" Simon said to Baron Winter, who was slightly drunk and sitting on the blanket.

"Of course, let's go." He stood up and walked out of the house with Simon.

The two took out two burning torches from the brazier at the door of the house, which was an essential thing when walking in the dark. They walked one after another towards the walled stairs of the castle.

"Winter, I guess you've noticed it," Simon spoke as if he was chatting, but the content was serious. "In other words, all the barons in our tuessays directly under the Duke have also noticed that the marriage between Earl Lange and Earl Wolf will bring about a series of unpredictable results."

"Is that?" Winter looked a little confused. In fact, he had known what Simon was going to say to him for a long time. He pretended to be questioning, but he didn't want to act too smart, which would cause him some unnecessary trouble.

"Of course, I think all of us should know what this means," Simon decided not to keep it in the air, and he said bluntly, "if any of the two counts forged the claims of our barons, their troops allied by in-laws would ruthlessly crush us and defeat us one by one in the near future."

"What you said makes sense." Wen nodded. A gust of wind blew, and the torches on the two of them swayed. Simon couldn't see the expression on his face clearly.
Chapter completed!