There were really a lot of things seized this time. Little Krein led a pack horse carriage back and forth twice before transporting all the spoils from the center of the camp into the village's tent.

At this time, it was dark, and some peasants were happily talking about how Simon would reward him; some peasants were confused, as if they had not yet walked out of the cruel battlefield and the shadow of murder.

Two women looked at the body of their husbands being transported back by a carriage and rushed over, laying on the body and crying loudly.

"Hey, I need to give a good help to their broken family now." Simon, who passed by the side, sighed.

In fact, as the lord, Simon did not have the obligation to pay the death of the peasant soldiers to recruit the family, but he still could not change some modern thinking. He believed that this could inspire the soldiers' fighting spirit and wartime morale.

"Master Simon, I just re-invented and confirmed the spoils seized this time." The village chief stood at the door of the tent, holding a curly of yellow parchment and said to Simon who was walking towards him.

"Let's talk about it roughly." Simon took off his helmet, wiped his sweat, quickly walked into the tent, and sat on the wolf-skin backrest chair.

"Okay, let me see. We seized four damaged ring-shaped leather armor, one cotton armor, one ragged chain mail and leather shawl, three pointed helmets, and five pairs of leather gloves," the village chief licked his dry lips. "As for the weapons, there were three iron swords, five curved short spears, seven short hammers and short axes, six two-handed firewood axes, one long combat axes, twelve daggers, wooden shields with different degrees of damage on nine sides, three hunting bows, and more than fifty arrows."

"That's not bad. Send the damaged equipment to the armor smiths and blacksmiths in Dolstenberg to repair it. When the army is expanded in the future, you can save a lot of money to buy weapons." Simon's mouth raised slightly.

"Yes, Master. In addition, we have seized a considerable amount of coins," the village chief walked to the candle on the table next to Simon, squinted his eyes and looked at the parchment in the faint light of fire. "We have seized about sixty Transnier silver coins of different colors, and nearly four hundred copper coins."

In this chaotic era, many dukes and counts with great power would mint Transnier silver coins and local copper coins, and their value depends on their quality and weight. A good quality and sufficient weight can even be equivalent to five Transnier silver coins with very poor quality and light weight.

"I also found this on the bandit leader." Simon took out a gold coin and placed it on the table in front of the village chief. Under the candlelight, the gold coin reflected a charming light.

"Oh, my God, that guy actually has Tremisis gold coins! I really don't know which poor businessman was robbed because of his bad luck." The village chief couldn't help but sigh.

At the Earl's Corner of Berg where Simon is located, a Tremisis gold coin can be exchanged for twelve Transnier silver coins of good quality, while a medium-sized Transnier silver coin can be exchanged for twenty-four local copper coins.

"This time I've made a fortune." Simon smiled, picked up two wooden cups from the table, scooped two glasses of ale from the large wooden barrel beside the wall, and sipped the other cup to the village chief while drinking it in big gulp.

"It's not over yet, Master," the village chief smacked his lips and raised his wooden cup to drink a big mouthful of bitter ale. "In addition to money and some winemaking tools, we also seized three barrels of ale, a barrel of wine, three bags of flour, a small bag of spices, a large can of olive oil, two dyed cloths, twenty-three candles, a bag of pickled fish and marinated meat, and a half bag of salt."

"It seems that these bandits snatched the priest's stolen merchants before they could sell the stolen goods," Simon drank the ale and stood up. "After the storage room and granary in the wooden fort were built, they would transfer all these things. It would be too unsafe to pile up so many supplies in a house with only locked wooden doors."

"Of course, my master. Our territory is richer, and more people are secretly coveting it." The village chief nodded.

"Let's have a meal first. In the evening, we will think about how to reward the soldiers who made contributions to this battle and the families of the soldiers who died in battle." Simon said, walking out of the door of the tent.

The sound of horse hooves came from the dirt road in the distance.

After a while, the fat man rode the beautiful and handsome chestnut horse into the village of Fold in the sunset.

"Master, the priest of Hinxer Village congratulated us for defeating the damn bandits, and expressed regret for the death of the two brothers," the fat man stepped on the stirrups and got off his horse. "He said he went to invite the priest of the Dolstenberg Church to come to Folder Village early in the morning three days later to hold a funeral for the two brothers."

In this era, there are usually three days of shy nights before the deceased is buried.

"Okay. I can take this opportunity to give the two unfortunate widows pensions and reward soldiers who have made great contributions to combat in front of everyone." Simon thought with his beard twisted.

"Please!?" The fat man scratched his head strangely, as if he had heard of this word for the first time.

………

In the past few days, Simon still led the soldiers to continue building wooden forts and train the battle formation. While Simon promised to reward these successful fighters in three days, he also expressed his intention to recruit free farmers who were in the family who could take care of the fields.

These militia can no longer be called new recruits. After seeing the blood, they felt completely different from before.

………

Early in the morning of the third day, the priest in white dress came to the village of Fold with a small silver oil tank and a silver bowl filled with water.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and there were strong winds whistling by from time to time.

Summer comes with summer. Xia Yu is chosen to approach the small village of Fold on such a special day.

The one who came to Fold Village with the priest was a middle-aged man wearing a wide black hood, a black short robe and a black leggings. He was a gravedigger in Hinxer Village.

On this solemn morning, not only Simon and the families of the dead, but almost all the villagers gathered in the open space beside the village.

"God bless." The priest couldn't help but tremble when he saw the terrible trauma on the young man's naked body.

Generally speaking, the family of the deceased would cover the body with a white shroud or dress it in a beggar similar to a pilgrimage.

But the two families were too poor. They could only clean the two soldiers from head to toe, then snatch the wool borrowed from the old shepherd on their seven orifices, and then struggled to break the hands of the corpse into prayer.

In the strong wind, the gravedigger dug the grave in the clearings by the forest in the distance, and the priest opened the silver jar to oil the back of the corpse's hands and performed a mass.

At this time, the pastor took two patterned bread from the village baker and placed them on the chests of the two corpses.

"Young Master, that was the Holy Body Bread made by the two widows who asked someone to borrow money to hire a baker. It is said that the pattern of the crucifix on the bread took the baker a whole day." The fat man whispered in Simon's ear.

Originally, the Holy Body Bread was received by the person who died before his death. However, the two soldiers died directly on the battlefield, so they could only be re-issued at the funeral.

The two widows did not cry loudly like they did that afternoon, but they had tears on their faces and kept wiping them with their hands. This was an act that could not only make people know her pain but also keep her character.

"Do these two poor boys still have unpaid debts during their lifetime?" The priest shouted loudly to the crowd after the mass.

"No, I have paid it all, I have paid it all!" The two widows were shocked and quickly spoke.

You should know that in this ignorant era, if the deceased had not paid off his debts during his lifetime and had no relatives who were designated to continue to pay off his debts for him after his death, people would think that this guy would definitely go to purgatory to repay his debts, and his relatives would also be considered possessed by ghosts and arrested and imprisoned.

"Dig, respectful priest." The gravedigger wiped his sweat with his hood and walked to the priest.

"Very good. Now three people come to help carry their bodies to the cemetery." The pastor said, and the crowd walked out of the three serfs who had a good relationship with the deceased during their lifetime. With the gravediggers, they carried the bodies to the grave pit in the distance.

Simon raised his legs and followed the funeral crowd. However, he noticed that the two widows did not follow, but just squatted in place and covered their faces and cried.

"Don't they go to send their husbands for the last trip?" Simon asked the fat man with some wonder.

"Young master, women are not allowed to participate in funerals." The fat man whispered.

People followed the priest to the cemetery and the four people carefully placed two corpses into the two cemetery pits.

At this time, a slight drizzle fell from the sky. A shiny thunder and lightning streaked across the sky. After a long time, a distant thunder sounded into everyone's ears.

"The storm is coming." Simon looked at the sky getting heavier and heavier.

"Today, the priest from the Church of Dolstenberg came to hold the funeral. The day before yesterday I went to Dolstenberg as soon as I received the news, but I learned that the priest had something to do and that was not here these days, so I had to hold the priest's white hood." The strong wind blew up the pastor's white hood, and he had to hold the bowl with one hand and press the flying hood with the other hand.

"But don't worry, I have returned from the church of Dorstenberg, a bowl of holy water that the priest blessed on Sunday." As he said, the pastor raised the bowl and sprinkled three holy waters on his body, singing chants on his mouth.

"The deceased is gone, I hope you don't be too sad. The gravedigger Barke buried the grave and then erected the cross tombstone." The priest pointed to the two oak cross tombstones engraved with the names of the dead on one side.

The tombstone was made by Simon instructed the soldiers, and the name was engraved by the village chief himself.

By this time, the funeral was over.

Most of them have turned around and are ready to work on their own affairs.
Chapter completed!