"Let him be locked here tonight, and then use a rope to secure him to the chair." Simon stood up as he looked at the tax collector who was tied tightly.

"Young Master, aren't you going to leave a guard for him?" The fat man looked at Simon in confusion.

Simon scratched his head and searched his mind for the memory of the former owner of the body.

Although this tax collector was just the second son of an unknown knight who came to the baron as a servant and later took charge of the tax collection power of Folde Village, he had the blood of a nobleman in any case.

If he hadn't been in too dangerous mental state now, the most he could do was lock the door of the account room, let alone tie him up.

"Then leave someone to watch over tonight. Otherwise, no one will give him water when he is thirsty, no one will give him food when he is hungry, no one will give him food. If he is anxious, he can only pull him on his body. When he returns to Dolstenburg, he will bite me back and say I have abused him." Simon looked at the fat man who was fixing the tax collector on the chair at this time, "Thank you for your hard work tonight, fat man, come and guard him."

"Okay, Master."

"Dear Mr. Simon, then I will interrogate this militiaman Cairns tonight." The village chief looked at Simon at this time. The village chief was the only person in the village who knew how to read. If Simon wanted to write today's incident into a letter and submit it to his father for the charge of a tax collector, it would be inseparable from the village chief's ghostwriter.

At this time, Simon realized that he had become an illiterate. In the aristocratic family, except for the noble children who were sent to the monastery to become monks, they would systematically learn words. Other children would basically not be involved in words except training and playing knight games every day.

If Simon, the modern English language, could still recognize it, then the Latin language of the early medieval times would have cost him his life.

"Then I'll leave it to you, village chief." Simon nodded and walked out the door. Before the villagers had dispersed, they chatted and discussed with each other.

The windows of the tent were covered with villagers watching the fun. They all wanted to see the embarrassed look of the tax collector who was usually high and arrogant when he was dismissed.

"Master Simon," Elsa looked at Simon with a smile, "The Hunting Villa has been cleaned for you. I will take you there now!"

"Let's go to your house first and bring the two horses at the door together."

Looking at Simon and Elsa's backs holding the torches away, the villagers began to change the topic of discussion.

"Hey, old Baohe, what do you think of the new lord?" a short farmer asked an older farmer next to him.

"I don't know. Although the nobles are all a group of greedy people and only know how to squeeze our blood-sucking insects, this young lord named Simon seems a little different." The old farmer narrowed his eyes and thought.

"Interesting, does that mean we can secretly catch some hares in the forest or river to catch some fish for the teething sacrifice? Anyway, this guy looks very easy to talk to, and if he is caught, he will probably not punish us as much as other lords." said a cunning little farmer.

In this era, the rivers, forests and properties in the territory belong to the lords, and the leaders' hunting or fishing without permission will be severely punished.

"Hey, short Kohler, you have many tricks, aren't you afraid of being caught by the fierce fat servant next to the new lord? He seems to be hard to talk to." A farmer patted the short and cunning farmer.

"Are you scared? How can you know if you don't try it? Let's be more concealed and don't let them discover it." The dwarf Kohler said indifferently, his bright eyes rumbling, not knowing what the hell was thinking.

"Let's wait and see for a while. If this Simon Lord is neither capable nor slaughtered, and in the end he can't stop the Vikings' plunder, then let's go fuck it," Old Baohe seemed to have some prestige among the farmers. "It's getting late, let's break up."

People chatted and laughed, walking back to their huts in groups of three or three.

...

Simon and Elsa led the horse on the mountain road and talked all the way.

The hunting villa is built on a small mound next to the village, overlooking the entire village of Fold.

"It's all here!" In front of Elsa and Simon was a simple wooden house. Unlike the villagers' houses, the house looked larger and cleaner from the outside.

"Thank you Elsa, let's just stop here." Simon looked at the cute girl and smiled slightly.

"Good night, my lord." Elsa returned a sweet smile to Simon, and turned around and walked down the hill with a torch.

Simon opened the heavy wooden door of the villa. The oncoming smell was not as strange as the smell of aged urine feces and a moldy smell, and it was barely acceptable.

The house is covered with wooden floors, and there is a fireplace burning on the left side of the entrance, emitting warmth.

Next to the fireplace is a bed different from those of ordinary people. It looks like a pillow and mattress made of shabby linen, a wooden board holds the bottom, and four grinding stones of about the same height are padded at the four corners under the board.

There is a sturdy lock cabinet next to the bed to store more expensive property.

There is a simple hay bed on the floor beside the fireplace, which looks like it is for my father's servant to sleep with.

As soon as the room entered the door, there was a hunting bow without a string hanging on the wall, and there was a "rope" hanging on the wall, which seemed to be a bowstring. Below the bowstring was a wooden table and a backrest chair with soft skin lined. There was also a large water tank made of wood on one side of the wooden table.

There is a simple "toilet" on the right hand side, which only creates a convex space on the wall of the house, and then a toilet like a chair is placed below. A round hole is dug in the center of the "chair" to excrete. On one side is a handful of hay used to wipe the butt.

All the windows in the entire house were covered with treated animal skins at this time. This should be a simple curtain to block the wind.

"This cheap dad is thoughtful. It is indeed more comfortable to live in this house than an ordinary house." Simon thought, inserting the torch in his hand on the torch stand outside the door, carrying his luggage from the trailer behind the pack horse, entering the door and putting it in, and then untiing the fixed animal leather curtain above the door and putting it down.

The fireplace flames inside the house, which were originally dancing happily, calmed down.

Simon took off the dagger and sword from his waist, removed the burqa and pointed Norman helmet, and put it in the cabinet. He took off his wet deer-skin boots and baked it by the fireplace, and then lay directly on the bed. He listened to the mattress clattering, and knew that the linen cover was covered with hay.

Simon soon fell asleep.

...

The next morning, Simon was woken up by a rooster crowing in the woods behind the house.

When he became confused, Simon actually wanted to brush his teeth. After wandering around the house, he found that there were no similar toiletries. Simon recalled his past memories. When he was in Dorstenburg, he would use a tooth brush made of cuttlefish meal and some mixed spices to brush his teeth, but in this hunting villa, it was impossible to have these luxurious tooth powders.

At this time, Simon felt itchy on his body, and then he realized that there were many fleas on his bed and on his body.

After simply scooping a cup of water in the water tank with a wooden cup, Simon raised the animal skin curtains to ventilate the house, then put on his equipment, locked the door, and walked towards the village of Folde under the hill.

At this time, a farmer was walking towards the farmland with his wooden plows and barefoots. In the early morning, dewdrops were hanging on the leaves on one side, and the Rhine River in the distance were covered with thin fog. The forest beside the village was ringing with various birds, and under the rising sun on the first day, everything was so beautiful.

Simon came to the village chief’s house and knocked on the door. The village chief seemed to have just gotten up and opened the door for Simon with his own hands.

"Good morning, village chief, is there any result in the interrogation last night?" Simon asked with a smile.

"Oh! After we took the boy Cairns to the woodshed, he quickly called him. He said that they arrived near the village of Fold that night, but the three of them walked around the sleepy night watchman while they were asleep and quietly transferred most of the supplies to the back of a secret door in the basement of the tent," the village chief said vividly, "I took people to the tent immediately, and indeed found the missing part of the food in the basement. When I came out, the tax collector Fox, who was tied to the chair, was gray, haha!"

"Then the evidence is enough now. I'll ask the village chief to write a letter to my father for me." Simon also smiled. The evidence in their hands is enough to fulfill the tax collector's corruption charge.

"By the way, bring this with you," Simon said, taking off the silver cross pendant around his neck and handing it to the village chief.

Simon has not used the right ring to prove his identity to be able to stamp herald seals on the sealing wax, and can only use his personal token as a certificate.

"Okay, after I write the letter for you, I will take a few young men from the village to take them to Dorstenburg to testify to the Baron and explain in detail." The village chief took Simon's pendant.

Simon nodded and turned toward the tent.

Some villagers passing by greeted Simon one by one, whether they were enthusiastic or cold, and the words of "Master's Day" were heard endlessly.

When Simon opened the door of the tent, he saw the fat man lying on the table and sleeping soundly. Fox, the tax collector on the chair next to him, was also tilted and fell asleep.

"Fatty, wake up." Simon shook the sleeping fat man. The fat man rubbed his eyes covered with poop and looked at Simon.

"Are you okay last night?" Simon pulled a chair and sat at the table.

"Young master, everything is normal. This guy is quite at peace. He only went to the toilet once and drank a little water."

"Very good. You go to the door of the hunting villa to take the pack horse with a tow truck, get the tax collector up, then ride the horse to the woodshed, and get the militia Cairns up. Just leave the rest to the village chief, he will take them to the Dorstenburg," Simon looked at the fat man's dark circles and felt a little distressed, "After doing this, go to the bed in the hunting villa to sleep."

After saying that, Simon gave the door key to the fat man. The fat man agreed and stood up and walked out the door.

At this time, the tax collector Fox also woke up, looking at Simon with gloomy eyes.

"Dear Sir Simon, do you think this can bring me down? In any case, that guy named Cairns is finished! But I..." The tax collector said, showing a strange smile, "The torture instrument used to execute me has not been created yet. Wait, one day I will take revenge, and you will spend the rest of your life regretting what you did last night!"

"Haha, I'm still stubborn when I'm at this point." Simon sneered, not caring at all.
Chapter completed!