Kaumet's dirty, greasy and flea-filled hair was grabbed by a fat big hand, and his eyes that were swollen and purple at a speed visible to the naked eye could not help but burst into tears of pain.

"You guy, you have such a few tricks. It seems that you are the little leader of those gangsters." The fat man, who had just been beaten up by Komait, roughly pulled Komait's hair, making his face look up at Simon who was walking slowly down the stairs.

"Tell me, who is instructing you behind your back." Simon only felt extremely angry and a chill in his neck. He didn't know which step he did not do well to offend whom, but the other party actually wanted to end his life with such despicable means. Perhaps it was a Viking? Someone who was secretly coveting? Or was the missing tax collector Fox?

Komait didn't say anything, but gasped in pain. Widths of blood flowed from the wound on his forehead, mixed with the soaked and salty beads of sweat on his face, and flowed down his cheeks to his neck.

The sound of the town guards running closer and closer, and at this time, the command of the guard captain could even be clearly heard.

Kaumet knew in his heart that he was absolutely dead, whether it was horizontal or vertical, so he simply closed his eyes.

"drink!"

Seeing that Komait ignored Simon, the fat man punched him hard on the nose. Komait only felt his nose numb in an instant, and then a stream of salty and rust-scented heat flowed into his mouth.

"Hahahahahaha." Kommet licked the blood left behind from his nose and laughed. The blood dyed his mouthful of rotten yellow teeth scary, but he didn't care at all.

"Forget it, he won't say it now. I have some ways to let him speak later in prison." Simon hugged his hands and smiled coldly. Just then, Miller slowly walked downstairs with Gabriel's support.

"What a cunning, disgusting guy," Miller covered his stomach, looking like he was still in pain. "Fortunately, he had a chain mail and almost died."

"Gabriel, take Miller back to the tavern to rest first. Fatty and I have to treat our new friends well." Simon looked at Coumet with anger, wishing he could tear this despicable guy to pieces in the next second.

"What happened?" A guard wearing a wide-eaves pot helmet, a cotton-armor lining and sleeveless leather-armored jacket, holding a sharp spear in his hand, and a pair of mud-wrapped cloth shoes, rushed into the shop first. Looking at the messy blood and corpses all over the ground, a street gangster who was tortured by a chubby noble servant, a young nobleman wearing a black face in an emblem burqa next to him, and a noble private soldier who looked injured and supported by the stairs, was shocked. However, after a brief confusion, the guard quickly made a judgment and walked to Simon.

"Dear Lord, has this gangster hurt you? I promise we will give him the punishment he deserves and make him regret what happened today for the rest of his life!"

"He wanted my life. Logically, I have the right to decide what to do with him, right?" Simon looked at the guards with a gloomy face.

"This, I, I can't make the decision..." The guard's blue eyes rolled around and said with uncertainty as he wriggled his lips.

"Of course, this lord," just as the guards were in a dilemma, a rough voice came from behind. Then, a tall bearded man in a worn and dirty chain mail walked into the food shop. He seemed to be the head of the guards. "I've been upset with these damn bastards, and I hope they didn't hurt you."

"Very good, I'm fine, but my people were injured. I took this bastard into the dungeon and I had to interrogate him in person." Simon waved his hand, walked out of the food shop, and breathed a breath of turbidity.

In addition to these troubles, Simon also has to look for the pack horse that scared Gabriel away just now.

………

The dark and cold dungeons of Cologne were extremely damp. The torches on the walls shone on the brick and stone walls full of water droplets and moss, and occasionally a few painful moans echoed in the narrow dungeon aisle. The prisoners were all dealt with in prisons, but the ventilation here was not good, so the dungeon was filled with an inauspicious smell of urine feces and a moldy smell.

"Bang!"

The fat man threw a dirty wooden barrel aside, and a guard on the other side who covered Komait's face with a piece of linen let go. Suddenly, Komait, who was almost drowning, sat up, and spitted the smelly water that had just been poured into his nose and mouth.

"I said, I said..." Kommet looked at Simon in extreme fear, as if the noble young man who looked at him with his hands on his back was the embodiment of Satan. He would rather be cut off by an axe than experience this extremely painful waterboard again.

After a while, Komait told him the whole process from targeting him in Vitral Village to planning how to kill and strip him and his group in Cologne. Although Simon was very angry about this, his worries were relieved a lot.

"Bah, who did I think it was? It turned out to be a thief who was blindfolded by greed." Simon looked at Komet, who had been tortured to death, and spat.

"Let's go." Simon waved to the fat man and walked out of the cell together. The guards followed him out and prepared to lock the door.

"Wait a minute." Simon grabbed the prison door that was about to be closed and found something shining from his waist under the light of the fire.

"That's..." Although the light was dim, Kommet recognized it at a glance. It was the flying knife that had been with him all the time, or the one that was thrown out on the stairs of the grain shop at that time.

"This is for Miller to give you back!" After saying that, Simon threw the flying knife hard towards Coumet's abdomen.

"Ahhhhhh!"

What blocked the flying knife this time was not the solid chain mail, but a thin layer of linen cloth covered with various dirt.

"Let this bad guy become corrupt in the dungeon." Simon's footsteps became farther and farther away, and his faint voice faintly entered Komet's ears.

The weak Komait was in pain, and even began to spasm due to the huge pain in his abdomen. The guard also looked at him with disgust and closed the prison door with a snap.

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Residents and merchants returned to the streets and shops that were looted by thugs not long ago. Some merchants found that there were fewer things in their shops, either scolding them, silently accepting them and then bowing their heads to sort them out.

The grocery merchant in a dirty linen gown bent down and picked up the apples and groceries that had fallen on his stall in the sludge and feces, wiped them casually on his cuffs full of various filths, and put them back into the broken wooden basket on the wooden table.

Simon took the retrieved pack horse and the fat man back to the tavern to find Miller and Gabriel. As they passed this street again, they couldn't help but shook their heads and sighed.

Speaking of this frightened pack horse, it was stopped by the rejection horse at the city gate after being scared away by Gabriel, which scared the guards at that time. However, the small tax officer who registered Simon into the city recognized it as Simon's horse, so he asked the guard captain to patrol the streets with the lazy guards beside the city gate, and then asked a young man standing guard at the city gate to comfort the pack horse, led it to the stables of the church, and waited for Simon to claim it.

Sure enough, after Simon found his pack horse, he specially rewarded him with ten bronze coins to reward the tax officer. Although it was not as much as the one Transnier silver coin he expected, he really made the small tax officer who was thinking about how to get more oil and extra money every day. The following large amount of words of thanks and flattery almost made Simon's ears callous. In the end, Simon waved his hand impatiently, and he reluctantly returned to the city gate, asking the small clerk who was temporarily for him to leave quickly and continue his work.

Before the soldiers patrolling the streets had gone far, they were surprised to find a businessman full of mud and panic, shouting loudly to help him, and a thug chasing him behind him.

After the thug named Maxi was subdued by the guards on the spot, the grain shop merchant was shocked and asked the guards to hurry up to their own grain shop to capture the thugs who robbed their own grain shop. However, the thugs were like cunning foxes. When the guards were about to arrive at the grain shop, the thugs inside actually fled from the streets and alleys. For a moment, the guards didn't know which thug they should pursue. So the guard captain left one person and issued an order to pursue the thugs, then walked into the grain shop and saw the scene they saw this morning.

"Fortunately, the food we bought on the horse was not lost." The fat man patted the tightly tied grain bag on the horse's back, and couldn't help but feel a little lucky.

At this time, Simon, who was passing by the grain shop, saw that in the grain shop, the poor businessman was holding a piece of parchment and writing something with a discomfort, perhaps calculating his losses. Two dark-clad gravediggers were just coming down the stairs, carrying a terrible corpse of a thug with an axe on their face.

"It's a good thing that Eruk, who sells food, ran to find the guards, otherwise he would leave a wife who was crying all day long and a baby who was still in cradle, just like Joshua, who was cut off his neck with an axe." Opposite the grain shop, the discussion between the two women came into Simon's ears, and all Simon could do was spread his hands helplessly.
Chapter completed!