The morning mist has not yet dissipated. In a vast white world, Simon has asked the soldiers to put on their armor, get their equipment, and prepare to set off.

"Master, everything is ready!" A well-dressed soldier walked to Simon.

The soldier wore a broken Anglo-style cavalry helmet with a neck-protected guard, wearing a chain mail that originally belonged to Sir Kuhn, and a Germanic dagger on his waist.

His name is Miller, and he performed well in the Baron's Territory War a few days ago, killing three enemy troops alone, so he was appointed as the captain of the six-man guard soldiers team by Simon.

"Let's go." Simon took the reins handed by the horse boy, stepped on the horse's kick and rode his own war horse.

In this way, Simon and his group, who had been staying in Iselberg for nearly a week, finally continued to set foot on the road to Port Aberdoron.

"The environment of this era is good!" After leaving the stinky Iselberg, breathing in the fresh air that was slightly cold in the morning, Simon couldn't help but exclaim.

The sun shone through the hazy white mist on the green grass and wild flowers covered with dew, and the chirping sounds of birds came from the woods that were looming in the distance.

Not far away, a group of wild deer who were looking down and eating grass heard the sound of horse hooves and equipment collisions of Simon and his group. They curiously raised their small heads and looked up the road, and then jumped and disappeared into the fog.

This beautiful place really makes people want to build a warm wooden house here and live a light and leisurely country life.

"Master, there is a road sign here!" A soldier walking in the front turned his head and said.

"Oh?" Simon stepped forward immediately.

It turned out that this was a fork in the road. Two wooden signs with words on the road sign pointed in two different directions.

"It seems like you are going on the right road?" Simon looked at the words on the street sign. The Latin text on the wooden sign pointing to the right starts with "a", while the left starts with "r".

"Oh, no! Master, I really don't know which bitch raised them to change these two street signs." A soldier who had been to Port Aberdoron before walked forward cursingly, took out the two wooden signs from the gaps between the large wooden pillars of the road sign, turned them back and inserted them back.

"What's going on?" Simon asked with a frown.

"Master, there are often unscrupulous merchants who turn the signs upside down when passing by. In this way, they can take a full amount of goods to Port Aberdoron to seize the opportunity to sell for a good price. The misled merchants went to Redberg. When they arrived at Port Aberdoron again, the prices of many urgently needed goods in the local area had dropped." The soldier said indignantly.

"There is such a thing." Simon shook his head with a wry smile. If it weren't for the soldiers who had been to Port Aberdoron, he would have taken so many detours.

Simon and his party continued along the road to the left.

At this time, Chuchen's mist had dissipated. Simon had already vaguely heard the sound of the waves. When he looked up, he saw that the sky in the distance was full of white seagulls.

After walking not far, the surrounding small woods gradually disappeared, replaced by large and vast grasslands.

At this time, you can vaguely see the sea in the distance and the Port of Aberdoron that extends to the end of the road far away.

At this time, a faint sound of bells appeared not far away, and it was getting closer and closer.

"Hey, hey! Hurry and dodge!" Miller, who was leading the way in front, was fiercely jeering at a thin guy who was walking down his head, wearing a wide hood, bells tied on his arms, and covered in a brown robe full of patches and sticking to filthy liquid.

"This kind-hearted lord, please give me some food. I haven't eaten for two days." The guy who lowered his head and couldn't see his appearance clearly said weakly, and was about to come forward.

"Back back!"

The team leader Miller and several guard soldiers nervously pulled out the sword and axe from their waists and pointed at the stranger who wanted to get up.

"No, gentlemen, I have no malice." The thin and weak guy said quickly and retreated to the grass beside the road.

"Get out! Don't get close to us!" Miller waved his hand impatiently, and then said to Simon, "Master, he is a guy who is punished by the gods and suffers from leprosy!"

"Leprosy?" Simon squinted his eyes and subconsciously covered his mouth and nose with his hands.

This is a terrible disease with extremely high infectiousness. The infected person will have physical deformities, disfigure his appearance, suffer from torture all the time, and great discrimination from people around him.

The man in brown robe just lowered his head and stood tremblingly on the grass aside.

"For God's sake, give him half a piece of bread." Simon ordered to Little Klein, who was riding a pack horse behind him.

After a while, little Klein took out half a piece of black bread from the cloth bag containing food and threw it at the feet of the man in the brown robe.

"Thank you, merciful Lord. May the Lord bless you!" The man in brown robe bent down, revealing his arm covered with abscesses and ulcerated skin, and picked up the bread.

"Let's go."

After passing the brown leper, Simon and his party soon arrived at the gate of Port Aberdoron.

It is like Iser Fort, with only a wooden wall outside. However, in the open space outside the city wall, there are piles of stones, a few dusty carriages, and a few simple workers' shacks.

Some rough and live stonemasons were grinding the stones with hammers and large iron nails in the open space. Behind them was a small pile of polished rectangular stones.

"What are you doing? Is it a new city wall?" Simon was a little confused.

"That's right, I heard in the tavern of Isel that the Duke of Fries was planning to renovate and upgrade the walls of Port Aberdoron with new stone." Miller looked enviously at the small tent built with large red and white stripes dyed tents not far away. Two high-end stonemasons in exquisite costumes were pointing and talking to a patterned parchment paper.

"What a rich man." Simon was also a little envious.

To be honest, when purchasing stones and transporting stones, asking senior stonemasons to design supervisors, asking rough and live stonemasons to polish stones, and hiring a large number of workers to build stone walls... The money spent on each step is far from what Simon can afford now.

"This gentleman!" A sloppy and well-dressed old man with big red nose stood up behind a shabby wooden table at the gate of the city gate.

"Please register." The old man with big red nose finished his chicken legs in one bite, wiped his greasy hands on his clothes, picked up the ale from the wooden table and started drinking.

"This is Sir Simon from the Dorsten family. This time he came to Port Doron to look for craftsmen." Little Klein walked up to him and said to the old man.

"Hmm?" The old man then raised his head and looked at Simon carefully with a strange look.

Ordinary nobles do not need to do these chores by themselves, they just need to send people to post notices in ports and towns where many craftsmen gather.

However, when the old man with red nose saw the goods on the carriage behind Simon, he couldn't help but look contempt in his eyes.

In the eyes of traditional sword-fitting nobles and robe-wearing nobles, such nobles who engage in lowly business in their eyes are undoubtedly a shame for the nobles and are extremely embarrassing.

Since Simon didn't say that, the old man with big red nose didn't plan to point it out.

"If you don't think about the blood in your body, you have to pay a big tax." The old man with red nose glanced at Simon coldly and took a sip of ale.

Simon didn't understand why the tax officer suddenly treated him coldly. However, he didn't care, and walked slowly into the city on his horse.

To be honest, the oncoming smell is several times stronger than the stench in Iselberg, which is really disgusting.

Simon couldn't help but remember that in the American drama Song of Ice and Fire that he had watched, a prince from the desert was stopped for a long time when he arrived at the gate of King's Landing City, and finally he pinched his nose and walked in reluctantly.

In medieval cities, basically no one was responsible for managing the feces on the street. The old man's feces were under the soles of people's shoes, under the horse's hooves, and under the wheels of cars, forming new feces paved roads layer by layer.

"Be careful, sir!" Miller saw the window on the second floor of the roadside building suddenly open and shouted at Simon who was riding a horse in front.

Simon immediately snapped the horse.

Sure enough, a large basin of feces and urine poured down from the second floor of the house, and all poured onto a thin man in front of him who was still walking.

"You bitch-raising a bitch, Luca, are you fucking blind? Didn't you see anyone below?" The thin man slapped off the feces on his hair and clothes with both hands, and was so smoked that he retching a few times, then pointed at the second floor and cursed.

"Hey, Dim, this is no wonder. The lord behind you has seen it, but you, the unlucky guy, don't pay attention to it." A big bearded man stretched out his head from the window and said jokingly.

"You, you," the thin man was so angry that his whole body trembled. He pointed at the strong man for a long time and couldn't say a word, "I'll wait for me, I hope you don't pass by my window next time."

"Bah!" The bearded and strong man spitted thick phlegm down disdainfully and closed the window. Such a small episode seemed to be a very common thing in Port Aberdoron.

"My God." Simon saw an old man wearing a torn felt hat on the corner of the wall not far away, as if he ignored the pedestrians coming and going on, and took off his pants and squatted down on the street.

As some harsh people in later generations said, if a person could live a very accustomed to the medieval city, his nose would definitely be able to withstand the poisonous gas bombs of a war.
Chapter completed!