Sitting in the luxurious hall, enjoying the sweet wine surrounded by the sound of servants and musical instruments, and sitting in a simple hunting camp, enjoying the wine in the company of hunting dogs and singing of birds are two completely different experiences.

Being able to enjoy the delicacies cooked in the lord's kitchen under pitiful conditions made the nobles in the muddy feel the ease and comfort that they absolutely cannot experience in the castle.

"We will rest here for a night and go hunting in the forest tomorrow morning." Earl Lange said to everyone without any hesitation.

He is the leader of this hunting. Since everyone is hunting in his hunting ground, everyone will naturally follow his opinions. This is respect for the host.

It was dark, and under the hard work of the slaves and servants, the large bonfire in the middle of the camp was lit, and simple small tents were laid around.

The financially strapped nobles only used a large tarpaulin to block the wind, while the generous nobles would cover a few rolls of wolf and bear skins outside the tent, which was both beautiful and warm. As for their servants, they could only sleep on the ground outside the tent.

After the master entered the tent, he lay horizontally at the door of the curtain. In this way, if anyone wants to enter the tent, he will definitely wake him up first.

After a while, the nobles all entered their tents. On nights where there was no entertainment, they left the camp and swayed around. It was undoubtedly boring, especially since this place was the first time most people came here. If they got lost or encountered a pack of wolves, it was not a joke.

Now sitting next to the fire were the servants of the nobles. They were holding rags to wipe their master's saddle and kickstick spotlessly, and maintaining their master's armor with rabbit oil to ensure that their master would be the most majestic one the next day.

No servant will be lazy on this, because once the master is ridiculed by other nobles on this, the anger will undoubtedly be passed on to the heads of these servants.

Not long after, the servants who had finished their work also found a place to lie down. Now only the guards of the night watch were patrolling around the camp, holding torches to dispel the darkness and all those who were planning torches.

Thanks to God's blessing, the night was spent safely.

When the first ray of morning light splashed on the tip of the highest tent in the camp, even the scheming bad guys like Julian and Hellard were still snoring and sleeping like thunder.

Lange brought the most servants, and his preparation was also the most abundant. He put on his clothes, stepped on the servant's crossed hands and got on the horse, took a spear specially used to hunt wild boars, and signaled that the soldiers who were holding the horses for him to hand the reins into his hands, and rode proudly around the camp on his horse and was ready to go.

As always, Count Wolf was shirtless and turned over with a beautiful look on his muscular and thick war horse.

Simon was not so particular. He carried a crossbow on his back and checked the crossbow arrow bags around his waist. After Lange's servant brought him a stool, he slowly stepped on the chair and got on the horse.

"Ri'an, Simon, praising our Lord Jesus, today is a good day, isn't it?" Baron Winter slowly rode to Simon with his greetings and his gentle white horse.

Today, Baron Winter is wearing a tight-fitting dress embroidered with red and white floral ornaments, and the bright colors are like a grassland full of flowers in spring. Compared to those nobles who like to show off their black-brushed chain mail, Baron Winter's outfit is eye-catching.

"Of course, my friend, Ri'an," Simon responded politely, "You are a graceful, well... and very tasteful man. That's a good dress."

"Thank you for your praise," Baron Winter lowered his head modestly, and his eyes fell on the crossbow on Simon's back. "Are you on your back the weapon you are going to use today?"

"That's right," Simon nodded, gently clamped his horse's belly, and followed the team of nobles who left the camp one after another. "This is a common weapon used by the Franks and Italians. It is easy to operate and easy to get started."

"Is that right?" Baron Winter looked away thoughtfully. "I wish my territory could have a skilled craftsman who could make such a powerful weapon."

"I'm sorry I can't lend you my carpenter, but I can let him make a batch of crossbows for you at a discount."

"Thank you, I think my clumsy subordinates will like this thing." Baron Winter said, taking a thick and straight boar spear from his close servant.

The nobles were able to choose any weapon as their hunting tool, including swords, axes, bows and crossbows, but the most popular weapon was a specially made wild boar spear.

Wild boar meat is delicious, but as prey, they are very dangerous. A mature wild boar can use their large, thick fangs and powerful chin to knock down horses and kill humans.

When they were injured, they still had the ability to continue attacking. Therefore, the specially made wild boar spear had a crossbar like a sword grid, so that the wild boars stabbed by the spear could not continue to attack the humans against the spears inside.

The mist in the forest gradually faded away, and the fine sunlight shone through the branches and leaves above everyone's heads and hit the water droplets on the tips of the ferns on the ground.

Lange's hounds were led by the dog owner walking in the front, and they were leaning down on the trail in the forest and sniffing the smell of wild boars frantically.

These little guys who are usually bored in the kennel are extremely active and difficult to control. The dog owner is sweating profusely. Looking at his embarrassed and embarrassed look, some nobles laughed heartlessly.

Suddenly, a spotted hunting dog raised its head and barked as if it had discovered a new world. The nobles who were still talking and laughing happily just now suddenly had their eyes lit up.

The dog owner gasped and let go of the dog leash tied between the necks of the hunting dogs that became manic as if they were smelling the fishy smell of meat. The blood hunting dogs rushed out like arrows leaving the bowstrings. The nobles kicked the horse's belly and followed closely.

"Hey, Baron Simon, I suggest you don't join in the fun," Julian, who was shaking on the horse's back, sarcastically mocked, "Your toy is suitable for small prey like rabbits and pheasants. Using it to hunt wild boars is simply a mess for everyone."

After Julian finished speaking, she showed Simon his patterned wild boar spear as if showing off.

"It's just a thing that's not good." Simon was too lazy to argue with Lange's heartfelt doggystyle, that was really a waste of money.

"No, you're a big mistake if you think of this," Julian didn't care about Simon's cold attitude. He didn't want this opportunity to swear in front of Simon. "This is a spear of luck specially customized for me. I will stab a fat and strong wild boar to death with it. You, holding a heavy crossbow, but you couldn't shoot anything on the horse's back, hahahaha!"

Without giving Simon a chance to give him a speech, Julian clamped the horse's belly harder and went further ahead, but he didn't know that Simon's eyes looked at his back were full of jokes about looking at the funny clown and the mercy of looking at the foolish idiot.

"Don't pay attention to this arrogant, arrogant, and self-righteous guy," Baron Winter chased Simon on his horse and turned his head to him, "In my experience, the retribution of such people is often the fastest. The omnipotent and wise Lord will teach him a lesson and teach him what humility is."

"Thank you, Winter, I didn't take him to heart at all," Simon shook his head indifferently, "Let's just wait and see his good show."

The group of hunting dogs went crazy, and the nobles' horses also accelerated. The frightened wild boars swung their front and back hooves like crazy, and flexibly shuttled between the bushes and woodlands.

On flat grass, wild boars run faster than horses, but in complex forests, shrubs and low branches can cause huge obstacles to riders chasing wild boars, making them difficult to catch.

Lange's gorgeous clothes, eager to chase the enemy, were scraped with ugly marks by branches and thorns. Compared to his majestic before "departure", he now looks more like a loser in defeat and escape.
Chapter completed!