"Child, the Count's coronation ceremony has been completed, and I will embark on the journey back. When I return to Frankfurt, I will ask the priest from Wenden Village to send grapes to your territory. May God bless you." The face of the bishop of the fief of Frankfurt, which has been as unchanged as ice for eternity, melted a smile, and looked at the "pious" Simon gently.

"May God bless you." Simon breathed a long sigh of relief, and was very excited.

The air in the hall was stuffy. After Simon left the bishop, he stood up from the not-so-wide chair with armrests and walked towards the door.

"Hey, Sir Simon!"

A strange and rough voice came from behind Simon. Simon turned his head and saw a guy wearing a noble dark blue robe striding towards him.

"Hello, Sir Simon of Dorsten, I am Reger of Hanlunbus. Maybe you have never heard of my hometown Barons, but it doesn't matter. I heard of you there, hahaha!" Reger smiled at Simon kindly. He had an unforgettable big eyes and a tall nose seemed to be copied from the statue of an ancient Greek handsome man. The only drawback was that there was a terrifying scar on his cheek.

"Hello, Sir Regel of Hanlunbus, just call me Simon. Is there anything you have?" Simon smiled with a far-fetched smile.

"Ahhh, you can call me Rejel, but it's worth mentioning that before this damn scar appears on my face, you can prefix the handsome man before my name," Rejel curled his lips, unable to help but caress the scary wound with his hands. "I heard some time ago that the king will hold a competitive conference in Dresden in the near future. You just said that you are on your journey to Dresden now. I think maybe we can go together so that there will be a response on the road."

"Reger, I'm sorry for the terrible experience of your handsome face, but when it comes to competitive conferences," Simon scratched his head in confusion, looking at Reger with confusion, "Can you tell me more about that competitive conference? To be honest, I don't know anything about it."

"Oh, my God, I thought you also set off from the distant Dorsten to Dresden for the Athletic Conference after hearing this news," Rejel was a little surprised, full of surprise. "Of course, let's go out and find a place for conversation. It's not good to talk around at the gate."

Simon and Reger walked out of the Lord's Tower together, then walked towards the wooden stairs next to it and went up the fort wall. The two of them held the pointed wooden walls of the fort wall, blew the cool evening breeze, and under the last ray of sunshine on the west horizon, drinking the wine from their own kettles, and started talking.

"Simon, my hometown is near Wurttemberg to the southwest of Rottenberg. God blessed, it is a remote place, and few travelers and caravans pass by. So we had to send spies who specialize in collecting news to live in Wiesbaden for a long time and send us news back to us regularly," Rejel took a sip of wine and looked towards the vast forest across the river in the distance. "Just last week, my spy returned to Hanlunbus and told me the news and interesting things he had heard recently, including your feat in the village of Fold, including the news that the king was going to hold a competitive conference."

"But you happened to catch up with the succession of the new Count of your territory, so you came to Rotenberg, right?" Simon stroked the spire of the pointed wood of the wall while drinking.

"Yes, I ask my father to take me to Rotenberg to attend the Count's coronation ceremony. I plan to take my servants to Dresden after the coronation ceremony. As for the competitive conference in Dresden, I heard that the king had several projects, including large-scale battles between two armies, including cavalry and infantry, a horse-drawn duel between two knights, and two knights used various weapons to fight on foot, or even bare hands. All weapons and equipment were provided by themselves," Reger said as he suddenly turned his head to look at Simon and said half-jokingly, "I heard that you killed Sir Linton in the duel, that scary old guy. To be honest, if you want to participate in the competitive conference, I don't want to be an enemy of you, it would be a deathbed."

"Hahaha, Rejel, you don't have to be afraid. I was just lucky and received the favor of God. Otherwise, it would be hard to say who will die!" Simon also learned the language habits of these people and attributed all these things to God and to God.

"It seems that your pious act of buying rotten grapes in the church in Frankfurt touched God, and God decided to win the duel. That old guy, Sir Linton, was a perfect bastard, and he had done all the bad things, so we were not surprised at all about his final result, and even said that it was a great pleasure."

"Haha, the bad temper Linton can no longer get his bad temper," Simon laughed loudly, suddenly feeling something crawling on his short boots. When he looked down, he found it was a fat mouse. "Oh hell, this damn beast, don't there be rat catchers or cats to punish these unscrupulous and arrogant mice?"

"Oh, Simon, you don't know that a black cat once slipped into the old Earl's bedroom. The old Earl thought that the cat was the incarnation of the devil and was waiting to take him to hell. So when the old Earl was ill in bed some time ago, he recalled this incident, so he ordered the hunting of all the cats in the territory, and invited the priests of the parish to exorcise. But all this was futile, and he still passed away in the end." Rejel shook his head regretfully.

"No wonder there are so many rats here, I'm afraid that there will be a plague here in a short time." Simon frowned and thought.

"Of course, those cats are not worthless. Do you see the fort wall over there?" Reger pointed to the fort wall next to the middle of the fort field in the distance. Simon looked along his fingers and saw a pile of logs on the ground in front of the fort wall over there, as well as a pile of gravel and mortar used to fill the fort wall.

"It is said that on the day when the cat catching order was issued, people buried the cat alive in the renovated castle wall. They believed that this would protect the safety of the castle. Some cats were buried alive in the fields of nearby villages, and farmers believed that this would remove weeds in the fields." Rejel said lightly. This seemed to be a very common and strange thing in his eyes.

"Extremely ignorant! When the souls of those cats swept back with the plague, you will know that they are amazing." Simon thought to himself.

Simon knew that the unfair treatment that cats had long been treated in the Middle Ages would indirectly help spread the Black Death that swept across Europe hundreds of years later, which was also considered a causal cycle.

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"Master, we set out from Rottenberg, headed northeast, passed the Count Bambec, and entered Meisen. Meisen has a castle ordered by the king to build two years ago. Seeing it, we are not far from Dresden. From the construction castle, we walk southeast for half a day, and we are at Dresden." Gabriel packed his bags, fixed them to the back of his dark horse, and raised his head and said to Simon.

"That means that Dresden is actually very close to this." Simon stroked "lucky" gently and outlined the general route in his mind.

"Are you ready, Simon?" Suddenly, a cry came from afar. Simon looked in the sound and saw that under the morning light, Reger, wearing a high Norman helmet, a hooded mail, and wearing his family's heraldic burqa, riding a chestnut horse slowly towards Simon and his party who were ready to go.

Following Reger was a servant riding a traveling horse carrying a bag. The servant looked young and fifteen years old, wearing a leather turban and an old leather shirt outside his dark green linen linen linen. The servant carried two shields on his back, held three Reger's spears with heraldic flags, and a slightly rusty armed axe on his waist.

"We are all ready, let's go." Simon waved his hand, and everyone rode their horses through the gate of the Rottenberg Outer Field.

After embarking on the journey again, everyone's morale was still relatively high. Everyone knows that their final destination, Dresden, is already near.

The journey is always boring and boring. No matter how beautiful the scenery is, it will be aesthetically exhausted. Everyone shares their interesting experiences or stories they have heard, and passes the journey time.

Regel looked very excited, and it was not difficult to see that this was his first long trip. He especially liked to hear the knowledgeable Gabriel and Pedi telling about their former mercenary life and caravan escort life, as well as the customs and customs they had seen and the battles they had experienced. Even after the two of them had finished drinking, Regel generously asked his servant to take out the honey wine produced in his hometown from his luggage and share with everyone.

Simon and others rested for a night in Rott town led by Earl Bambec, bought some supplies, and continued to travel to Meisen. Sometimes when camping for a break, in order to welcome the martial arts competition, Simon would practice sword skills with Rejel and pointed out the opponent's defensive or offensive shortcomings.

During his journey to Meisen, Simon learned from Gabriel that in the eastern part of Dresden, the vast vast lands in the eastern part of the Kingdom were all fought by King Heinrich in the war against the Pomeranians in the past twenty years, and even many places still retain the tribal chief system, which was wild and backward.

"Unfortunately, in Gerlitz, Raussicz, Weerle, Brandenburg and Mecklenburg on the east bank of the Elbe, many people believed in the primitive Slavic polytheism. The bishops in the kingdom sent many missionaries to preach on the pagan land, allowing the light of Christ to shine on more uncivilized lands and save more lost lambs." Gabriel said, suddenly noticed the vague outline of the castle in the distance. But unlike the ordinary castle, the castle had many scaffoldings on the exterior walls, and there were endless streams of ox, horses and carriages in front of the castle, and many simple tents for workers to live.
Chapter completed!