“Cruff!”

The wide old wooden door made a sad cry, and Simon could feel that in the dim tower, several gazes of doubt or curiosity were cast in the dim tower.

Even though there was a torch inserted on every pillar in the tower, and even the high ceiling of the tower was hung with chains with four candles fixed, it was still impossible to illuminate every inch of the hall.

The tower was damp and dark. Unlike the pure smell of feces and urine outside, there was a bit of sweat and moldy smell in the lord's tower.

Simon walked into the gate with a candlestick on both sides of the door. The faint candlelight in the candlestick swayed left and right with the airflow pouring in outside the door, as if he was dancing to welcome Simon.

"Hahhh."

The two soldiers standing under the tall candlestick yawned, rubbed their eyes, and greedily sucked the fresh air outside the door, wanting to wake themselves up.

The ground is covered with moisture-proof hay, but there is a lot of dirt and feces stuck to the grass, which makes it a little difficult to get out of your feet.

Simon could see a large, animal skinned seat at the end of the hall, and behind it was a tapestry with an off-white base embroidered with a simple knight charge scene. Two family heraldic flags of the Earl family hung on both sides of the left and right sides of the tapestries.

There was a man sitting on the big chair, but Simon couldn't see his appearance clearly in the dim light.

There was no hay on the ground in front of the chair, but a long straight dark red carpet was laid on the hard stone brick floor, extending to a meter or two in front of the door.

There is a long wooden table and matching chairs on each side of the carpet. On the table are two silver candlesticks and a plate of leftovers that have not been collected.

The house was very lively, with the two long wooden tables full of people, and some little nobles stood in groups of three or three in the small side hall next to the dining table talking about something.

Simon noticed that on the long wooden table on the left was an old man in a gray-white robe like Archbishop of Cologne. He must have been the Bishop of Frankfurt.

"Sir, that's my master." The castle paging officer bent down and pointed at the man on the large backrest chair with animal skin in the distance, and then carefully exited the tower gate.

Simon stepped on the long dark red carpet and walked towards the throne of Count Rutbert. Only then did Simon notice that the sides of the carpet were embroidered with wavy patterns, and on the wide carpet surface, there were complex diamond-shaped plaid patterns.

The nobles on the wine tables on both sides of the carpet did not stop drinking or bragging, but just glanced at Simon passing by in front of them from the corner of his eyes.

While passing by the Bishop of Frankfurt fief, Simon quietly looked at him. The old man shaved the monk's Mediterranean hairstyle and had a serious and stereotypical face as rumored.

His white robe was covered with dirt, and it seemed that it had not been washed for a long time. There was no wine glass on the table in front of the bishop. At this time, he was whispering to a nobleman wearing a blue and white striped shirt next to him.

It seemed as if he felt Simon's gaze. The Bishop of Frankfurt, who was talking in a low voice, looked up and glanced at Simon, and Simon quickly withdrew his gaze.

"You are Simon of Dorsten? I seem to have heard of you. In your sage territory, you seem to be called Folder or Folder. I'm sorry I can't remember it, and I wiped out a group of vicious Norman pagans." The young Count Rutbert was wearing a yellow patterned robe that was obviously larger, and stretched out his hand wearing a gem-right ring.

"It's me, the respected Count." Simon humbly knelt down on one knee and kissed Earl Rutbert's ring. But at this time, in Simon's heart, he was really reluctant to kiss the ring that was sticking to countless saliva.

"I'm sorry to bother you, my Lord Lord Rutbert, I have something to ask this strange knight named Simon in person."

But at this moment, a slightly lazy and impatient voice came from the end of the long wooden table on the left.

Simon frowned in confusion and turned his head, and saw a fat lord with a chubby and fat body standing up from the seat, raising his head and rudely looking over Simon's head to the soles of Simon's feet with his extremely provocative gaze.

"What the hell? I'm just the lower head of a salt pot, and the seat is so far from the count. I really don't know when I offended this annoying fat-headed fly!" Simon thought of this.

A buck-toothed servant came in next to the fat lord at some point. At this time, the servant was still holding the fat lord's ear and whispering something, and from time to time he pointed at Simon with his dirty and thin hand.

"What happened, Baron Nora?" The young Count Ruthbert was a little angry as he spoke. Although Ruthbert had just succeeded to the throne, he could not tolerate the baron who had just sworn allegiance to him so rudely and rudely to his guests.

"My monarch please calm your anger. I am not intentionally offending me. Because my servant just told me that next to this unidentified knight's saddle, Sir Linton, was hung with my vassal, and fresh blood was stuck on it. I think I have sufficient reason to suspect that this guy murdered my loyal knight Linton." After comforting Rutbert with a smile on his face, the fat lord pointed at Simon and shouted passionately, instantly attracting the attention of everyone in the hall.

"Oh!" Many people exclaimed and pointed at Simon. For a moment, the castle was filled with various discussions, and Simon even heard the sound of insults and spitting.

"Quiet, give me peace!" Earl Rutbert shouted and stood up. After a while, the hall calmed down like a pot of boiling water being poured into a pot of ice water.

"Simon of Dorsten, my vassal is not my vassal, and I should not care about this. But since Baron Nora accused you of murdering his vassal in my hall, I must give him a satisfactory answer. Now, please answer truthfully, have you sent someone to murder Sir Linton by yourself or by sending someone to murder Sir Linton?" Earl Rutbert changed his amiableness before, stared at Simon with his frown and stared at Simon's eyes tightly, as if he wanted to dig something out of it.

Rutbert had just discussed the plan to conquer Wurttemberg with his vassals, and now he needed knights and men to fight bravely. At this time, Simon from Dorsten almost brought the heads of his vassals to congratulate him on his succession. I have to say that this is really an irritating "rich" gift.

"Ha, I killed Linton by myself," Simon said contemptuously. For a moment, the fat lord was red in his eyes and almost waved his hand to ask the guards at the door to arrest Simon. "But all the local villagers can testify that he died in a fair duel, and all this was God's decision."

"Oh?" For a moment, the originally silent hall seemed to drip water from a hot oil pan, and instantly exploded.

"Why should I believe your nonsense? Why didn't Linton's servant come to report the news? Did you kill him?" The fat lord opened his eyes wide and was incredible. However, he remembered Linton's arrogant and arrogant personality, and speculated that Linton was still very likely to have a conflict with Simon at that time. In the duel, he was killed with one sword.

"You can just send someone to his village to ask the local villagers. As for the attendant, he was not present during the duel. When he came back and saw Linton's body, he became mentally ill. He talked to himself that he didn't know what he was talking about, and he disappeared after a while on the horse." Simon sneered with his hands.

Simon is now fearless. The only loophole is that even if the villagers told the Fat Lord's spy that Valde, the last time he appeared, was to disappear on the way to Rottenberg, as long as they could not find the corpse of the servant, they would have no evidence to prove that they had murdered Linton's servant. Sir Linton himself, everyone in the local area, knew that he died in a fair duel judged by God, and his death was decided by God.

"Baron Nora, let your people go to Sir Linton's village to investigate. Anyway, it's not far from Rottenberg. No one should mention this unlucky thing before the investigation results come out. Anqiro, go and bring the musician and the clown, and we'll have a dinner soon!" Earl Rutbert pressed his hand and sat back back on his comfortable animal-skin chair.

The fat lord's face was in a state of uncertainty. After glaring at Simon fiercely, he left the seat and took his servant out with him to grab the door.

"I heard Baron Nora mention his proud vassal, Sir Linton. It is said that he is an old warrior who is good at using swords. According to you, since you can kill Sir Linton upright in duels, your swordsmanship should be better than him. I am now preparing for an expedition and need a knight as capable as you. Ahem, are you interested in joining my career? Your land and gold will definitely be indispensable when I become successful." After the emotions of the others in the hall stabilized, the young Count Ruthbert hooked up at Simon, let him get closer, and said to him in a low voice.

Simon had to get a merging permit to return to Foldberg as soon as possible before the arrival of the severe winter. In addition, he had no interest in helping a strange count fight an unknown battle of winning or losing, not to mention that he had just formed a grudge with Baron Nora, his subordinate, and he really didn't know what chaos would happen. So Simon politely rejected the invitation of Earl Rutbert.

After dinner time, Simon found the Bishop of Frankfurt and handed the letter written by the pastor of the village of Windon to him.

But what surprised Simon was that the Bishop of Frankfurt's fiefdom said that he met the monks and militia who came to ask for instructions in Mainz to harvest grapes. However, perhaps they encountered an unexpected accident while embarking on a journey back to Wendeng Village, which caused Wendeng Village to not receive the news and the grapes rotted.

In addition, the Bishop of Frankfurt also fully praised and affirmed Simon. After all, in his opinion, in this dark age where everyone is selfish, he can buy the grapes that have rotten in the name of the church to contribute to the church, which no one wants, is undoubtedly the most devout believer to God. His virtues and good deeds should even be compiled into books and recited forever in the mouths of thousands of believers.
Chapter completed!