The servants who poured the wine were filled with dark red wine for Count Lange and his knights, but they just held the wine glasses and looked at Simon with a little suspicious look.

Simon knew they were doubting something. If he had been drinking in Lange's castle, he would have doubted whether Lange had poisoned the wine.

So Simon took the lead in drinking the red wine in his glass, and Lange and his knights gave up their doubts and raised their glasses and sipped them one after another.

"My wife is pregnant. I guess she will give birth to a healthy heir for me in not long before." Lange grabbed a piece of roasted venison with his hands and chewed it, while vaguely speaking to Simon.

Simon knew what Lange meant, and his subtext was to stop coveting his property, because soon his first heir would no longer be Simon.

"Ha, that's really something to celebrate, I'm happy for you." Simon said this, but there was no smile on his face, or even a expressionless face, as if he was talking about something very ordinary.

"You don't seem to be as happy as you said?" Earl Lange raised the corners of his mouth slightly and sarcastically sarcastically. The three knights beside him also laughed.

Simon was almost fed up with this unspoken brother. He seemed to want to see himself making a fool of himself and enjoy it. He seemed to want to see himself betray him so as to increase his reputation.

"No, in fact, I'm very happy, but in order to make you feel my sincerity, I try to imitate your expression and tone when you hear something worthy of happiness, which will make me feel closer to you." Simon responded expressionlessly, his tone like a smooth rock without any emotion.

Earl Lange's slightly smug smile froze. He opened his lips to refute Simon, but found that he could not find out his fault for a moment. After all, he did have such a world-weary expression and a cold tone.

"I still prefer you to express your happiness in your own way." Earl Lange was a little angry. His younger brother was more clever than him. He could resolve his sarcasm and sarcasm every time, and then in turn made him feel uncomfortable.

The dining table fell into an embarrassing silence, and it was not until the three knights of Count Lange began to discuss other topics that the table returned to the normal dining atmosphere.

"Sir Hoffman von Nedbos, the legal lord of the Berningham Manor, has arrived!"

Suddenly, the loud shouts of soldiers standing guard came from the entrance of the tower. The heavy door was opened. The fat man Hoffman, wearing a nose-protecting helmet and a long swinging mail, walked in quickly.

He was burly and bigger than the tallest knight beside Count Lange, and the wooden floor at the soles of his feet were trembling as he walked. He had a pleasant smile on his face, and it seemed that he had heard that Simon had defeated the Magyars.

"Ri'an, my lord, I'm glad you won the victory against the pagans," said the fat man with a smile to Simon, and the affinity and friendship he exuded suddenly became cold when his eyes turned to Lange, "And you, Earl Lange, I'm glad to see you here."

Earl Lange didn't say anything, but just raised his head and hummed, saying hello.

Lange had known the fat man for a long time. At that time, he was Simon's servant. In his opinion, he was just a follower of Simon.

Lange felt very upset when he thought that he was about to have a table with him. In his opinion, the fat man should go to the table of servants and servants to have a meal.

But after a while, Count Lange's attention was attracted by something else - the servant who served the dishes served served served a large plate of fried rabbit meat with garlic.

The rabbits were captured alive by the archers in charge of hunting and kept in the small yard of the lord's kitchen, so that Simon could eat the freshest rabbit meat when needed.

The garlic was dug out from the fields belonging to Simon. The field with garlic was taken care of by Simon's serfs in the wooden walls of the village.

The chef in the Lord's Kitchen was once instructed by Simon. Of course, Simon did not start teaching directly, which was not in line with the status of a nobleman. He verbally guided the chefs to process the ingredients, cut them into pieces, and then put them in an iron pot to cook with other ingredients together.

The chefs are not stupid, they learn very quickly and learn to make a few simple stir-fry dishes, such as simple dishes such as scrambled eggs and onions.

This dish tonight obviously opened the eyes of Earl Lange. The food he had eaten since childhood was limited to cooking or grilling. Faced with such a dish of fried rabbit meat with a strong aroma, this obviously exceeded his understanding of normal food.

Usually Simon would ask the chef to put some onions into the pot to make the fishy titian. However, considering that Count Lange, a person who is particular about saying that onions are food for inferior people, Simon just asked someone to instruct the chef to put some garlic cloves to make the fishy titian in the kitchen.

"Is this the pagan way to cook?" a Lange's knight couldn't help but say.

"This is a new cooking method I came up with." Baron Simon pointed his hand at the table, stressing.

"Sorry, sir, I have no intention of offending." The Knight apologized sincerely.

Just kidding, if even the "Pious Simon" was called a pagan, I'm afraid there would be few true believers in the entire Christianity.

Lange had long heard of a new cooking method in Simon's territory, and even had a tavern in the holy city of Cologne. It is said that the business is very prosperous, but this is the first time I have seen it today.
Chapter completed!