Simon's men continued to move northward.

Not long after walking, a rumbling sound of horse hooves went from far to near.

The headline is a knight holding a heraldic flag and a rifle, wearing a full body of mail, and a fully enclosed battle helmet.

The five cavalrymen following him were all wearing simple linen shirts, holding slightly curved pikes and wooden shields with notches. The horses they rode were also traveling horses and pack horses.

These people should be the cavalrymen who came to pursue Baron Arnhem's grain collection team.

"Stop, who are you?" The leading knight strangled the horse, and a muffled sound from the closed battle helmet came from the sound of a muffled jar.

"I am Sir Simon of the Dorsten family in the south. I just passed by here and visited Baron Isel!" Simon said calmly.

"Hello, this respected Sir Simon, I am eager to pursue the enemy. Please forgive me for my rudeness just now." Seeing that Simon was a nobleman of the same level who had nothing to do with the war, the knight changed his tone of speaking, "Did you just see a team of soldiers and bandits dragging two trucks of food and grass?"

"Yes, they ran into the woods at a fork in front of them." Simon confirmed that they were the cavalry sent by Baron Iser to pursue, and pointed it out directly.

"Thank you very much for your help," said the leader Knight, and shouted to his subordinates, "That damn bastard escaped to the path leading to Baron Arnhem. We will directly intercept them at the border!"

The leader of the knight, riding a war horse and taking the light cavalry behind him directly off the road, running wildly towards the west on a large area of ​​grass.

"Are the free farmers behind that knight just now led by Baron Isel?" Simon couldn't help asking a guard soldier who had been to Stigt several times.

"That's right. The king of the past issued a decree that all free people with horses or who can afford horses should join the army on horseback as cavalry while serving in the military. This tradition has been preserved until now," the soldier explained to Simon.

"So that's it." Simon also found his past memories. Whenever Baron Dorsten issued a decree to conscript soldiers, there were always a few wealthy and free farmers who were slightly better equipped than ordinary conscripts to conscript soldiers from the Baron to concatenate villages from all over the place to Dolsterberg.

Before we knew it, Simon and his party were getting closer and closer to the village with thick black smoke. There was already a lighter smell of blood in the air and the mixed smell of various objects burning.

"Oh, my God!" a soldier sighed.

"Oh my God, it's so miserable." Simon couldn't help but feel chills in his heart.

There were burning houses everywhere, and there were sparks of fire and repeated blue smoke. The screams of weakness and despair and the sound of women crying were endless.

Blood, corpses, and broken limbs are everywhere. A charred ruined wall, a large area of ​​blood stains and even a few internal organs of the human body.

Even these guards who had seen blood were resisting the urge to vomit at this time.

"What a bunch of beasts!" Simon couldn't help but curse as he looked at the scene like the purgatory on earth.

"Dad, Dad!" A dirty little boy knelt on one chest and inserted a broken spear into it. It seemed that the man from the village militia was crying bitterly.

"Oh." Simon was powerless, and just sighed sympathetically. In this era, death is really a common thing.

A minor illness, a war, or a plague can harvest the lives of a large number of poor people like cutting wheat, leaving behind painful widows and orphans.

Under the setting sun, Simon and his group who were walking through the robbed village were shrouded in a shadow, and they were unwilling to say a little more miscellaneous words.

"Master, there is Iselberg ahead." A soldier broke the silence.

Simon looked over and saw a simple and low wooden tower on a slightly higher mound on the plain in the distance. A wall of wood castle was wrapped from the hill to the bottom of the hill, covering a piece of land less than half the size of the village of Fold. The mud road broke through the hill, and a small path led to the large wooden door of the wooden castle on the hill.

This is so different from the majestic castle that Simon remembers.

He also thought that economically developed places in the north might have tall stone walls that are different from those in backward areas in the south, with majestic stone castles as majestic as in fairy tales.

But Simon made one mistake. The castle was born in this era. Most castles were like this Iselberg and Dolstenberg, with a large wooden tower built on a mound, and surrounded by a circle of low wooden walls, surrounding the stables, warehouses, wells, and the residences of some people who serve the lords.

The majestic stone fortresses in Simon's impression usually appeared in the high and late medieval periods. Even large castles such as Neuschwanstein Castle in Bavaria were already renovated and built during the Industrial Revolution.

Under the Iserborough Hill, a small village was built along a dirt road. Facing the sunset sunset, smoke from the village floated out from all over the village.

"Stop, who are you??" In front of the village of Iserburg, there was a small river. There was a sharp wooden horse-retardant on the wooden bridge, and a group of soldiers guarding the bridge were looking at Simon nervously.

Simon asked Crentine to explain his identity and purpose, and the soldiers by the river struggled to move away the horse-rejected horse on the bridge.

An Isel soldier shouted at the fort wall not far away, and then the heavy wooden door of Isel Castle slowly opened.

At this time, a soldier beside the wooden bridge waved to the straw hut not far from the river. A castle commander sitting in the straw hut was immediately running, listening to the soldier's instructions, and then quickly ran towards the castle.

"My God, I'm afraid I've never smelled such a smell!" After riding into the castle, Simon subconsciously covered his nose with his hands. The strong smell of feces and urine that came to his face were almost spitting out Simon.

Since Simon advocated the production of "God's fertilizer", the feces and odors have been much less.

However, the guards and servants who kept coming and going in the Fort Isel seemed to be accustomed to it, as if they had not smelled the stinking.

Simon saw that there were old or fresh feces beside the walls of the house, under the city walls, and even on the wells in the fort. He saw an old man shoveling the feces slowly shoveling a shovel of feces into a small cart in the distance.

"Is there only one shoveler in this castle?" Simon frowned and asked the guards in front.

"Master, maybe they are all used to it, it doesn't matter. If one more manure shoveler will make the lord more expenses." The guard soldiers quickly adapted to the smell.

"Hello, this respected lord! My hospitality master invites you to have dinner with him." At this time, an old man in brightly dyed clothes walked out of the wooden tower, and seemed to be the butler of the castle.

Simon rode his horse into the stable under the city wall and stepped on the stirrups and got off the horse.

"I'll do it, lord." A horse boy took over the reins of the maroon war horse.

"Please here!" The housekeeper led Simon and Little Crent into the tower. The other soldiers followed a servant into a side room next to the wooden tower.

"Sir Simon from the Dorsten family of Earl Berg, the legal lord of the village of Fold, come!" The castle commander stood by the gate of the tower and shouted loudly.

Unlike some great nobles who have many titles that can make the slogan till they are, Simon is now just an unknown little knight and has no fancy titles or titles.

As soon as I entered the tower gate, what attracted Simon's attention was a bright tapestry hanging on the wall facing the gate.

"Sir, this is a tapestry bought by my master from a merchant from Constantinople at a high price." The butler introduced to Simon with some smugness.

Below the bright and luxurious tapestry is a large oak table engraved with simple decorations, spread out with disassembled heraldic seals and document letters.

There was also a silver lampstand with three burning candles inserted on the corner of the large wooden table. Simon noticed that there was a candle emitting a faint light in all four corners of the hall.

"It's so rich." Simon couldn't help thinking.

In this backward era of poor supplies, candles are also a precious consumable, and are generally consumed by the rich and nobles. Not to mention buying, many people have never even heard of this thing.

In the dialogue between a bard and a poor serf, when talking about the bright candles in the noble house, the serf actually said indignantly that God gave people the light during the day, why would anyone not cherish and use it well, but use this precious thing to illuminate in the dark night when they should rest, which is simply a waste of money.

Therefore, lighting a large number of precious candles has also become a way for most lords to show off their wealth.

The first floor of the wooden tower is just the hall where the lord works and the side room where the stewards live.

Simon and Crine Little followed the butler up the creaking wooden staircase and arrived at the second floor of the wooden tower.

"Hello, Sir Simon who came from afar." A middle-aged man in a bright red robe turned around, looking at Simon behind the old housekeeper with his torched eyes.

"Hello, noble Baron Isel!" Simon walked forward, knelt on one knee in front of Baron Isel, and kissed the Golden Kwon Ring on his finger.

Simon was actually very resistant inside. God knows how many people have kissed this ring and how many people have saliva.

"This is my wife, Caroline."

"Hello, honorable lady."

At this time, Simon looked at a middle-aged woman beside the Baron. She wore an expensive patterned decorative skirt and a clean muslin turban, bent her knees and raised her skirt to salute Simon.

"This is my little daughter, Eve."

Behind the Lord's Lady Caroline, a little blonde girl with a ponytail looked at the strong Simon timidly.
Chapter completed!