"This is, Master." Miller led the gray pack horse under the crotch of Little Klein, took Simon and his party into a small courtyard surrounded by a short wooden fence, and skillfully tied the reins to the tethering stake in the yard.

In front of me is a large double-storey wooden house. On the side of the house facing the street, there is a small wooden sign with a simple pattern of wooden glasses of beer.

There were several wooden tables and long wooden chairs in the open air in the yard in front of the house, and several drunkards were sitting in groups of three or three.

At the entrance of the wooden door on the first floor of the tavern, a black-haired man with a hideous scar on his face, wearing a green robe and a dirty gray linen apron, leaning against the wall beside the door, looking like the owner of the tavern.

"What do you need, respected gentlemen? Whether it is wine, food or accommodation, I bet you can never find a second tavern in Port Aberdoron!" The bored owner saw someone leading his horse into the yard and knew that the big business had come, so he immediately went to meet him.

"Arranging the room, we'll stay here for a while." Miller tied up the pack horse, untied the kettle around his waist and drank a big sip.

"In addition, I will serve two large plates of cooked venison, each with a glass of ale and a piece of bread." Simon also tied up his war horse, walked forward and added.

"No problem, Sir, please follow me!" The owner of the scarred shop smiled flatteringly, opened the door of the tavern, and signaled Simon to follow.

Simon entered the tavern and felt that it was cleaner and cleaner than the one in Iselberg. It was noon now, and there was no one else except a few rude mercenaries with weapons on their waists and a few smart travelers who were watching from time to time with their money bags.

"Sir, the guest rooms are on the second floor."

Simon followed the owner's pace and walked up the oak stairs to the dark and damp second floor. He saw a narrow corridor in front of him, with five large and small rooms.

"Dear Lord, there are only two rooms now, one large and the other small. The big one can live in seven to eight people, and two copper coins a day. The small one can live in two to three people, and only one copper coins a day." The owner talked endlessly. Under the glimmer of light shot out of the corridor window, his scarred face looked particularly scary.

"I want both rooms. I'll sleep with my servants, and all the soldiers sleep with the other one, just right." As he said that, Simon took off his helmet and walked into the small room.

The room was not big, with a small window open. There were three messy hay beds on the ground. God knew who had slept on it before. There was a small bucket with scattered feces in the corner of the room, and it seemed that everyone was excreting there.

Maybe the room was smelly, but after Simon's nose passed through the streets and was destroyed like poisonous gas, he actually felt that the air in the small room was relatively fresh at this time.

"That's it."

"I hope you like it," the owner was almost laughing, "I'll arrange food and drinks for you now."

………

In the afternoon, Simon led the little Klein, holding the pack horse, to the market in the city.

"Miss, do you know what the stonemason guild will go?" Simon asked a woman who was sitting at the door of her house and coaxing her children.

"Guicheng? What is Guizhou? I have never heard of it." The woman looked confused. Suddenly the child in her arms began to cry loudly, and she had to carry the child back into the house.

"It's so strange, why can't there be even a guild here?" Simon scratched his head.

What Simon didn't know was that the stonemason guilds, blacksmith guilds, etc., which were popular in various novels, movies and TV series, appeared in this land after the sweeping of the barbarian storm, which first appeared in the 12th to the 13th century. At that time, people from all walks of life resisted the lord's unreasonable blackmail and exploitation in order to ensure their own interests, and spontaneously formed their respective guilds.

It is still in the dark Viking era, and the economies across Western Europe are in a period of slow recovery. Not to mention guilds, there are not many craftsmen.

"Sir, maybe we can go to the blacksmith next to the market first." Little Kleinnu nodded and looked at the various damaged weapons and equipment on the carriage pulled by the pack horse behind him.

“Okay.”

Simon and Klein Jr. walked towards the market.

"Come and have a look, fresh, weather-resistant and corrosion-resistant bread! The best food for you on your long-term sailing journey!" A hawker shouted loudly in front of a stall filled with various styles of bread.

"Gentlemen, buy a feather that was once blessed by the Virgin Mary! This magical feather can protect you from sailing safely every time!" A man with a curly bearded man in a shabby pilgrimage pointed at the bright red feather on his hand, constantly promoting it to people coming and going.

"I have smoked sausages, bacon and salted fish here, which can be preserved for a long time! You who are making a living at sea cannot treat yourself badly! Come and buy it!" A young man from a slaughterer was hawking hard.

"Gentlemen, I can regain your life! Do you want to come in and have fun?" Several female workers in exposed bathhouses were constantly showing off at the door of a dilapidated bathhouse.

This bustling small market is built next to the dock, so in addition to the local residents, the people passing through it are more sailors from the harbor ships.

"Master, everything is done." A white-bearded old man wearing a black roll-sleeved long gown, a brown leather apron, and a thick long deerskin gloves stood up from the edge of a beautiful white war horse and wiped the dense beads of sweat on his head.

"You are worthy of being the best blacksmith in this Principality. Take it, it's what you deserve." A square-faced man wearing a red lion emblem nodded in satisfaction and handed the old blacksmith two Transnier silver coins.

"Sir, you have given too much, it doesn't cost so much to nail horseshoes!" Just when the old blacksmith wanted to find some copper coins from the wallet around her waist for the square-faced man, she found that he was already leading the white horse and walking away surrounded by the servants.

"It seems that this blacksmith is quite talented." Simon, who had just witnessed all this, thought to himself, waved to Little Crentine, and walked forward.

"Oh? Another noble lord came. What do you need?" The old blacksmith saw Simon, who was well-dressed, and also saw various weapons and equipment full of carriages behind him with varying degrees of damage.

"I want to repair these broken gears. By the way, there's this," Simon took out two broken chain mails from the carriage. "These two chain mails need to be rebuilt."

"No problem, Lord. By the way, do you have the iron rings that collect the broken chain mail?" The old blacksmith took the chain mail and spread it on a large table in the blacksmith shop.

"No." Simon replied very straightforwardly.

"That's a pity, the price may be a little more expensive. I've seen some thrifty lords send servants to collect the iron rings scattered on the ground and send them together after the battle." After saying that, the old blacksmith shouted at the blacksmith's shop. After a while, a thin little apprentice with a clear nose came out.

The old blacksmith gave a few instructions in his ear, and then the primary apprentice sniffed and took two chain mails into the inner room.

"Sir, what else do you need?" The old blacksmith looked at Simon with a smile. He really made a lot of money today.

"Can you fix this?" Simon said, and Little Crine took out a ring-shaped armor with deep knife marks from the carriage and placed it on the wooden table.

"Oh?" The old blacksmith took off his deerskin gloves, squinted his eyes and rubbed his robes with his calloused and wrinkled hands, "I can make a replacement of the damaged iron rings. But if you want to repair the inner leather armor, I'm afraid you have to find the leather maker in the city."

"Leatherman?"

"Yes, it's not far from here. Walk along the road beside the port for a while, and beside the city wall in the west." The old blacksmith pointed his finger forward.

"Okay," Simon nodded, and suddenly seemed to remember something again, "By the way, I still want to know where the stonemason in the city is."

"Sir, the one in the red and white striped tent outside the city when you entered the city is." After the old blacksmith said, put on his gloves again, and called out the apprentice, asking him to help Little Clein move the remaining heavy damaged equipment on the carriage into the blacksmith shop.

………

When Simon walked to the leathermaker's shop, a middle-aged brown-haired man with a broom-like beard and stared at gray-blue eyes, was scolding a little boy with scars all over his body and dirty clothes.

"Go up and step on me, little Deni, otherwise you won't even have bread crumbs for dinner today." The middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and long face threatened fiercely, pushing the poor thin child with his head down and sobbing to the edge of a large wooden basin.

"Oh my God, it's so disgusting." Simon couldn't help frowning when he saw the large wooden basin filled with all kinds of feces.

"I do it, I do it, Mr. Wald." The child shook and shed tears, and stepped into the disgusting pile of feces with his trousers. While he was stepping on the middle-aged and elderly leather leash named Wald added water to the wooden basin, which looked very nauseating.

"Master, this seems to be making a softener for soaking leather." Little Krein also sympathized with the poor child of his age.

"Oh? Do you need anything, noble lord?" Hearing the voice of little Clein and the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer, the leather maker who was still cursing the little boy with a cold face raised his eyes and saw Simon walking towards him, and immediately showed a flattering smile.
Chapter completed!