Simon dragged his tired body and rode his horse to the tavern where he checked in during the day.

I have to say that Simon's harvest is extremely rich today.

In addition to returning most of the sacred instruments from the Lair Monastery to the bishop, Simon also offered to accommodate a group of refugees who were displaced due to wars in the Duchy of Lower Lorraine and temporarily lived next to the church for the church's rescue.

These refugees beg in Cologne every day. In addition to giving the townspeople a lot of food for relief, they also consumed a lot of rations used by churches, which gave Bishop Wade Fred a headache. In addition to occasionally complaining and cursing the two counts who started private wars due to boring events, the most prayer was to hope that the lords of these refugees could stop and end the war as soon as possible and let the refugees return to their respective territories.

However, these refugees who gave the bishop a headache happened to be the best source of labor for Simon to replenish the village of Folde, which had been reduced by the war.

The large amount of food harvested in Simon's territory in the late summer can fully support this part of the refugees, and it can take the opportunity to open up many farmlands abandoned in the village of Folder two years ago due to the looting of Viking pirates.

Simon could even foresee that after these refugees settled in the village of Folder as their own serfs, the food harvest in his territory would be severely doubled next year.

Bishop Wade Fred expressed great joy and appreciation for Simon's help to solve the two major troubles of rebuilding the refugees outside the Lair Monastery and the church. In addition to promising Simon to provide protection when he encounters danger, he also decided to raise a batch of supplies and send them to the village of Fold with the more than 80 refugees.

As a result, Simon saved a lot of money and materials for building houses and churches for refugees.

"We're finally back." Simon and the fat man tied the horse, rubbed their hands, and walked towards the door of the tavern.

The wooden door of the tavern was opened, and the familiar disgusting smell came to his face. Whether it was feces, urine, sweat, vomit, or the moldy and hairy apple core in the corners of the wall, Simon had no appetite to eat in this dirty, crowded, wet and broken place.

The tavern business was particularly good in the evening, filled with townspeople who worked hard during the day and were covered in sour smells of earth and sweat, and apprentices in handicraft shops that looked a little shabby, as well as foreigners wearing large robes and strong and rough mercenaries.

A bard in a short red robe and a gray cloak was sitting on a small bench in the corner of the tavern, fiddling with the old Rut in his hand, singing romantic ballads loudly, and occasionally arousing the applause of other customers who were drinking and talking.

It is autumn now, and the cold wind at night makes people shivering. Many customers with conditions wear coarse coats, hoods and cloaks. However, some poor people are still wearing thin and dirty linen clothes and order a glass of the cheapest ale, trying to seek some warmth in this crowded and lively tavern.

Simon struggled to pass through the narrow aisle leading to the second floor stairs, but when he passed by an old buck-toothed farmer wearing a stuffed turban, he was almost vomited by the rich body odor on his body and the smell of sweat that had never taken a bath for many years.

"Okay, I originally wanted to go back to my room and have some jerky meat, but now even if I put the honey cake to my mouth, I don't want to move a bit." Simon held his breath and tried not to let himself spit it out.

"Hey, you bitch-raising pig, do you want to try my sword?" At this moment, a loud and angry scolding came from the mottled wooden table next to the stairs.

"Sorry, sir, I said the wrong thing. It's my fault. Please don't be excited," a townsman wearing a dirty and torn brown sleeveless robe smiled with apology. His apology was trembling with fear. "I'll get out now, I'll get out now!"

As he said that, the cowardly townman stood up and ran to the tavern door in panic. He even bumped into several drinkers in the middle, which immediately caused a few screams and scoldings from the tavern.

"Sir, I think I've drunk enough today..." The other townsmen on the table obviously didn't want to cause trouble, so they slowly stood up from their seats and walked aside.

For a moment, a table where there was only one person sitting there drinking, but no one else dared to come forward to drink with the irritable man at the same table.

"Hmm? What are you, a naughty guy?" Just as Simon passed by the table and looked at the irritable man, the irritable man just raised his head. In an instant, the two of them looked at each other, and the atmosphere was extremely awkward.

Simon felt extremely tired and ignored the drunkard who was flushed with red face. He just narrowed his eyes and looked up and down, then moved away his eyes and prepared to raise his feet upstairs.

"Bang!"

"Hey, you damn bastard, I just asked you what you were watching!" The drunken madman felt that he was ignored by Simon, and immediately became anxious. He stood up with anger and slapped the wooden table heavily.

The drunk man immediately attracted everyone's eyes in the tavern, and the cheerful sound of the piano that was still playing just now also came to an abrupt end.

"I'm not sure, maybe it's some kind of animal." Simon said to the drunkard with a sneer.

He was pointed at the nose by a humble and lowly drunkard and scolded him twice in front of the customers in the audience with a very unkind tone. Even the clay man was still angry.

The fat man behind Simon touched his hand on the armed axe at his waist, but Simon waved his hand slightly to him and signaled that he could do it alone.

"I will make your smirk completely disappear from your stupid face." The crazy drunkard threw the wooden wine glass in his hand to the ground, then pulled out the dagger from the scabbard at his waist, and looked at Simon as if he was looking at a dead person.

The red-faced alcoholic wore a scratched leather studded helmet with a headscarf, a soft filled armor covered with wine and blood, and a pair of broken boots covered with mud, wrapped around his arms with an old tangled armband. He looked like a guy who made a living with a sword.

The drunkard shouted angrily, kicked over the wooden table with the wine glass and the tavern maid before she had time to pack up the dining plate, and waved the short sword that emitted the cold light in her hand and rushed towards Simon.

"Ahhh, go quickly!" Some timid townsmen and businessmen next to them were frightened and quickly retreated to the back, fearing that the innocent self would be affected, and the drunk madman cut his head apart with a sword.

"clang!"

Simon suddenly became energetic, quickly pulled out the sword from his waist and blocked the attack on his left shoulder, and then stabbed the reckless drunkard in the throat.

Seeing that the alcoholic failed, he staggered and wanted to take a step back and dodge, but it might be that the effect of alcohol made him dizzy. He actually stepped on the soup sprinkled from the dish that had just been turned on the ground and fell down.

When he wanted to get up again, Simon's sword tip was already pressing against his throat.

The drunkard felt the cold touch from his neck skin. The wine was so scared that it woke up a lot, his lips twitched, and he looked at the young man who frowned and had a cold face, holding a sword in his hand and could decide whether to end his life at any time.

"Kill him, kill him!" Some townspeople haven't seen such an exciting scene for a long time. It is definitely not as interesting as seeing someone with their own eyes splattering blood.

"Yes, sir, you should stab this bitch to death with one sword. He is a scumbag. He is not worthy of your mercy and forgiveness!" The cowardly townsman who had just been scared away by the drunkard came back at some point, shouting loudly among the crowd watching and cheering, no matter how he had just smiled and apologized to the drunkard.

"No, no, sir, please spare me, it's all caused by that damn alcohol." At this time, the alcoholic began to cry and beg, and was like two people with the arrogant and irritable guy at the wine table just now. "I have two children waiting for me to support me, please!"

"This respected lord," the owner of the tavern wearing a leather apron, with a big belly, and unshaven bearded, squeezed through the crowd and came to Simon. "I saw that this damn guy made trouble first, and of course you have the right to decide his life and death. But I still sincerely beg you to let this guy live, after all, it is not a glorious thing to spread in my tavern."

"So it's a glorious thing for this guy to pull out his sword in your tavern to take off my head?" Simon asked coldly, making the tavern owner a little speechless for a moment.

However, the owner of the tavern quickly measured it in his heart. If the drunkard died here today, the strong mercenaries and uninformed travelers would still come to their own expenses for a while, but the timid townspeople and apprentices in the city might have gone to the "lame horse tavern" not far from here to drink. This really cost his life, it's so damn.

"Dear Lord, let's do it. I'll pay for this poor man to buy his lowly life," the tavern owner gritted his teeth with some pain. "I'll send this damn guy to the sheriff to receive a whip. When he's finished enjoying it, he has to work for me day and night!"

"Well, okay." Simon stroked his beard and slowly moved the tip of the sword from the nervous breath, fearing that he would die in the next second to move away from the neck of the drunkard.
Chapter completed!