The weather is good today. The green "ocean" is bathed in the golden sunshine. The chirping of birds comes from the trees on both sides from time to time. In the fragrance of spring, everything is so vibrant.

The fat man wore a soft armor hat and a simple leather armor, carrying a round shield with the Dorsten family's emblem, and rode on the slightly shorter pack horse with a sharp armed axe on his waist.

The pack horse pulled the trailer behind him and was jogging on the dirt road. However, the fat on the fat man's chin also trembled with the bumps of the horse, which was quite funny.

After walking for less than an hour, the forest in front of me began to become sparse, and Simon and Fatty entered a small plain. On both sides of the road were cultivated fields, and small houses scattered in the fields. In the distance, there was a village located in the center of the plain.

Several farmers wearing straw hats on their heads, worn linen shorts covered with dirt, and plowing the fields barefoot with barefoots curiously, curiously, looked up at the fat Simon and the other two. Suddenly, a person wearing a leather hat on their heads, wearing red dyed cloth clothes, and patrolling in leggings and leather shoes, shouted loudly, and then hurriedly buried his head and continued to work.

The road gradually turned into a flat mud road inlaid with dense gravels. A woodcutter returning from chopping wood was walking towards the village singing an unknown country song; a hunter carried a fat roe deer and a small hunting dog to the hunter's hut from the edge of the forest; a woman, wearing a headscarf, wearing a simple, white-washed gray dress, carrying a basket of eggs, walked towards the village's grain storage room; a pig farmer held a long stick to the branches of the oak tree, and the pig under the tree was leisurely eating the falling acorns... Everything was so orderly and thriving.

"Is this the village of Fold?" Simon turned his head and asked the fat man who was carrying the horse behind him.

"No, no, my young master, this is Hinxer Village, the fief of your elder brother Sir Lange."

Lange von Dorsten, Simon's brother, is the eldest son of Baron Dorsten and the first heir to the future baron. Simon's scenes when he was named a knight three years ago are still vivid in his mind.

Under the gaze of the parish priests and many nobles who came to celebrate, in the bright hall of Dorstenburg that day, Lange wore a brand new full-body chain mail, a brand new scale armor that had just been customized from the high-level blacksmith of Bruges, and also a bright burqa with family heralds. He recited the oath majestic, took the sword from his father with a splendid family, and was granted several wealthy villages in the baron's lord, including this Hinxer village.

Thinking about his ceremonial ceremony and the shabby and wild fiefdom, it is simply pale.

Thinking of this, Simon touched his cheek.

My father slapped himself in the conferred ceremony that day in accordance with tradition, meaning that he would always be strong and unyielding under the rough blow in the future. But he is still suffering from a vague pain.

"Hey, I have a fiefdom at least. Even though it is barren, it is better than nothing originally." Simon often comforted himself like this.

At this time, the two were approaching the village. This was a small village surrounded by wooden walls. There were two arrow towers beside the walls, and several militia shooters were leaning against the tower pillars and chatting.

A soldier came out of the village, with a bearded face, carrying an oak single bow and a quiver with seven or eight arrows, a fur hat, a pair of tattered and dirty cotton armor and peeled hunting boots.

He was the lookout for this village. He just saw the two fully armed fat Simon on the simple tower next to the village. However, Simon was wearing a burqa embroidered with the Dorsten family's emblem, and the lookout did not ring the alarm bell to issue a warning.

"Master, do you have any help?"

"This is Sir Simon of the Dorsten family, and I am his attendant. We were rushing to the village of Fold before dark, but our horses were short of fodder. Can you provide some?" The fat man said as he rode forward, and threw a small copper coin to the soldiers.

"Okay, lord, come here for a while, the forage will be prepared for you soon." The soldier opened his palms and smiled flatteringly, leading Simon and the fat man to the wooden chairs beside the bonfire in the middle of the village, and then arranged the forage.

It was still afternoon, and there was only a pile of ashes and a few unburned firewood in the bonfire circle.

Simon curiously looked at a house not far from the campfire. It was a low bungalow with wooden walls and hay roofs. At this time, the crow of chickens came from the house.

Simon walked into the door of the house curiously, but the mixed smell of sweat, sour smell, feet, smelly smell of urine, feces, and other strange smells almost spit out Simon. Simon had to hold his breath and roughly scan the room.

There is no floor in the house, it is just a simple mud floor, and there is no item that can be called furniture. There are only two or three windows on the walls, making the house dark and damp.

There are several pieces of hay on the left half of the house against the wall, which looks like a bed. There is a wooden crate next to the bed, which should store the property of the owner of the house.

There is a small pit in the middle of the house, covered with firewood, and a small iron pot with bumpy pot on one side. It seems that this is the "stove". Livestock live in the right half of the house, and they are simply separated from the human living area by a piece of one-meter-high wooden board.

Simon didn't want to stay for a moment, so he quickly returned from the door of the house to the bonfire. At this time, the forage was ready, and the fat man was holding the horse and waiting for him.

"Let's go." Simon got on his horse and said to the fat man.

The two quickly rode their horses away from the village, and a group of children shouted happily and curiously and ran together after their horses.

Along the way, Simon also saw many small houses that looked even more dilapidated than the one they had just entered. Simon realized that the owner of the house might have been a wealthy free farmers.

"In this era, even such a wealthy village lives in this environment. It is hard to imagine what the barren Folde village would look like." Simon thought, and his excitement and expectation were also diluted a lot.

"Young Master, do you have any worries?" The fat man looked at Simon who was frowning slightly.

"Where will we live in the village of Fold? Is there a lord's villa?" Simon couldn't help asking.

"Oh, young master, you don't have to worry at all. Have you forgotten that the master used to hunt in the forest near the village of Folder? Because he visited frequently, the master simply built a simple villa next to the village of Folder five years ago. It was definitely incomparable to Dorstenburg, but it was comfortable to live there. However, after the master began to become more and more rheumatism last year, he basically stopped going to the villa." said the fat man.

"So that's how it is." Simon searched for his previous memories. His father really liked hunting, and especially liked hunting in the forest near the village of Fold. Because the village was built late and the surrounding area was less affected by human activities, the nearby animals were more wild and more active than the animals in the hunting forest near the long-developed Dorstenburg.

However, the reason why Simon had no impression of this hunting villa in the village of Fold was that the original owner of this body preferred to fight with his friends on the training ground and train his sword skills. As for hunting, at most it was to play in the hunting forest next to Dorstenburg, not to mention hunting in a wilderness where conditions were difficult in his eyes.

At the same time, Simon didn't know much about the village of Fold.

He only knew that more than ten years ago, a large-scale war in the Principality of Lorraine was caused. A large number of peasants and citizens crossed the Rhine to flee to the German Kingdom east of the Rhine. One of them came to Baron Dorsten, in Hatuaria County, and asked the Baron to take in.

The Baron was originally a kind lord, so he allowed them to establish villages in the forest near the Rhine River west of the Baron and pay taxes to him. And these refugees naturally became the Baron's people and were protected by the Dorsten family.

However, in recent years, the Vikings in the north have learned from somewhere that this land has built a new village. In the past two years, they have rowed their small dragon-headed warship along the Rhine River and came to the village of Fold to rob, which has caused Baron Dorsten a headache.

At the same time, Earl Berg's relationship with Earl Berg, who is only separated from Hatuaria County, rapidly declined, and there was a possibility of a private war. This made the people of Folde village, who were sandwiched in the middle, panic.

After all, the villagers were mainly outsiders. They grew up and lived in the Principality of Upper Lorraine on the other side of the river. They spoke the local dialect of Upper Lorraine, and were always out of place with the Germanic villagers in other villages of Baron and had no sense of belonging at all.

There is even a rumor recently that the villagers of Folde Village are plotting something. Dear God, perhaps this is one of the reasons why my father sealed Folde Village to himself.

Simon shook his head with a wry smile. It was such a mess.

Along the way, Simon kept talking to the fat man. Simon was no longer so awkward to speak.

"Young Master, there is the village of Folder ahead!" The fat man pointed forward and shouted.
Chapter completed!