On the busy wooden fort construction site, soldiers were building arrow towers and large wooden doors under the command of Ryan.

"Master Simon, are you interested in trying my design?" Ryan licked his lips and looked at Simon on the side with expectant look. "I swear to you, even if those damn Vikings suffer all their hardships, they will not be able to break through your walls!"

As he said that, Lyan walked into a simple small tent. After a while, he held a few rolls of parchment artworks he had designed with great effort, and squatted down and spread them on the green grass.

"Actually, I think the wall corridor that I showed me when I hired you was pretty good. Of course, you have to remove all the mixed decorations on it. It would be better to build the city wall to be stronger than to spend this time on decoration." Simon fell in love with the cliff at a glance, took the drawings and observed it repeatedly, and nodded with his chin.

"Of course, these decorations are just what I am really bored, so I added the design!" stonemason Ryan smiled angrily.

"If we build this cliff to the two arrow towers connecting the city gates, will our working hours and building materials be greatly improved?" Simon suddenly realized this problem. Ideals are always full, and reality is always skinny.

"Master, don't worry, maybe you will use more wood, but you can harvest a section of the most difficult city wall to break down in the lower reaches of the Rhine! Let's first build the most basic arrow tower and the big wooden fort gate, so that the wooden fort has the most basic defense capabilities, and then consider the cliff." The stonemason Ryan saw that someone was willing to accept his design plan, and was so excited that he spoke quickly like a cannon.

"Master, Master! The village chief asked me to tell you, the bard is awake!" At this time, a serf covered in soil came up from the hill.

"Really?" Simon's eyes lit up, and he threw the drawings into the arms of the stonemason Ryan, and followed the serf to walk towards the village under the midsummer sun.

………

"Mr. Simon, we haven't seen each other for a while." Ludwig saw Simon enter the door and tried hard to sit up from a bed of hay full of fleas and dust.

"Lying down first, you are too weak now," Simon hurried forward and pressed Ludwig back to bed, "God bless you, what terrible things have you experienced, almost losing your life?"

"Ah, this is a long story," Ludwig shook his head and smiled bitterly, his slightly green lips squirming slightly. "After Baron Isel's banquet, I went to various villages led by the Baron, and even went to Baron Arnhem's territory. Later, I returned to Iselberg and prepared to follow the caravans heading south to the north and head to the village of Fold."

Medieval long-distance travel was always full of dangers. You may have been robbed by robbers before you even walked three or four kilometers. Furthermore, if you travel alone, if you meet wolves or other large predators in the wild, the possibility of survival is very small. Therefore, some bards will pay a small fee to provide adequately guarded caravan leaders and travel with caravans protected by caravans.

"But I waited for several days in Iselberg, but no caravan went south by. I asked a tavern clerk, and it turned out that a large caravan had passed by Iselberg during the days I was traveling to the village. So I took a lucky mentality and dressed up as a poor pilgrim and stepped onto the dirt road to the village of Fold alone." Ludwig said, raising his hand to pull the dirty, smelly and broken pilgrimage suit.

"My dear friend, you are really taking risks!" Simon sighed.

"Ha, no, I like this feeling of nervousness and excitement that makes me full of passion," Ludwig closed his eyes and smiled. "But I still underestimated the hungry robbers. They even had to search for a pilgrimage beggar who seemed to be poor and had only one life left. Sure enough, they quickly discovered the trick after searching carefully."

...

Time went back a few days ago, a path leading to the Earl of Berg in the Black Forest to the northwest of Hatuaria County.

"Who is in front of me?" A buzz-headed robber in cotton armor dressed in rags and ripped holes and cut marks walked out from behind a large beech, holding an armed axe full of dirt and dried blood in his hand, looking at the pilgrim walking towards the dirt road to the north with a bad expression.

"Sir, don't be excited," Ludwig's acting skills are very impressive, "I am just a man from Upper Lorraine, who lost all his free farmers because of the war and wanted to go to the Holy Land to redeem my sins. If you are willing, can you give me a small piece of bread for the sake of being a Christian? I have not eaten for two days."

"Is that right?" The sloppy bandit leader and a few minions walked out of the grass beside the road. His vicious eyes kept looking at Ludwig, who was dirty and smelly all over his body.

"Boss, this is a dumb guy, why not forget it." The buzz robber and a few minions smelled the heavy sweat and sour smell emitted by Ludwig's body several meters away, and looked at the "broken beggar" with disgust and impatient look.

"Okay... wait," the sloppy long-haired bandit who was about to turn around and give up suddenly noticed something, turned around and squinted his eyes and stared at Ludwig's face. Ludwig was so uncomfortable that he was staring at the sharp gaze.

"Well, sir, are you anything else?" Although Ludwig's expression and voice had not changed, his heart was already in turmoil at this time. "If you have nothing to do, I have to leave first, go to the next village to beg for my shriveled belly."

The sloppy long-haired bandit didn't say anything, but just walked slowly and approached Ludwig. Ludwig was already a little confused, and his heart was beating rapidly.

"You're a little wrong," the sloppy long-haired bandit, without any concern about the stench on Ludwig's body, stepped forward and lifted off the wide hood on Ludwig's head, revealing a rosy face covered with mud but slightly rich. "Ha, do you think I can't tell if I'm wearing a big hat and lowering my head?"

"It seems that our friends need a lesson to know that it is wrong to deceive others." The robber felt that he was being played with like a fool, full of anger, and slowly walked forward with soft fists.

"Oh, you still have so much money on you. I guess you want us brothers to share some of you." The sloppy and long-haired bandit violently unbuttoned Ludwig's loose beggar pilgrimage suit, and instantly made a crisp and pleasant sound of coins colliding.

Ludwig was about to draw his sword and stab into the waist of the long-haired bandit in front of him, but he was hit hard on his face, and suddenly he felt dark and starry-eyed, and he couldn't stand firmly.

"As soon as you stick out your butt, I know what you are going to fart. Do you think I am blind and can't see your sneaky little movements? Even I, a hero in the green forest, chose to rob you openly. Shouldn't you feel guilty for your despicable thoughts now?" The sloppy bandit sneered and said contemptuously to Ludwig, who was lying on the ground and moaning with pain.

However, these seemingly just words were really weird that they could not be said when they were said, the hateful robber.

"Call me and give this cunning guy who is ignorant of the world a little color!" The sloppy bandit gave the order, and the buzz-headed robber and a few minions stepped forward together and beat Ludwig who was lying on the ground.

………

"That's it," Ludwig half-opened his eyes. The beautiful royal blue eyes were a little unsightly at this time. "They imprisoned me in their camp. I remember that they went out to attack a convoy at night, but no one came back until the next morning. I burned the rope tied to me with the faint campfire in the center of the camp and escaped. Alas, I never dared to travel alone again."

As he said that, Ludwig lifted his hand weakly, and there were indeed burns.

"But thankfully, all the bandits have been wiped out by me. You can pretend to be a leper next time, and the robbers on the road do not even want to talk to you." Simon smiled.

"Ahh, why didn't I expect this to be a good idea! But then again, since the robbers have all gone to hell, you can send someone to bring a carriage to transport all the spoils in their camp." Ludwig laughed happily, and then told Simon the approximate location of the robber camp.

...

Amid the mountains and ridges of Scandinavia, in a high fjord near the Norwegian Sea, a village is like a precious gem embedded in this cold and bitter place that is rarely visited.

A small merchant ship sailed from the fjord and slowly stopped on the small wooden pier in front of the village.

"Rov and the others are back!" Some women working in the village and some children who are playing flock to the dock to welcome their relatives.

The stout Viking crew members, tied with braids, beards, and rolled-sleeved linen robes happily carried supplies from the ship. In addition to being famous for robbery, the Vikings were also famous for trade.

A tall and thin blond man walked off the boat, not caring about the joy of returning to his hometown, walked through the bustling and noisy crowd and walked quickly towards the large wooden house of the tribe leader.

"What are you going to do, Avid?" Two Viking warriors standing guard at the door, wearing Viking helmets and chain mail, stopped the tall and thin man.

"I have important news to report to the leader!" This tall and thin man named Avid looked very anxious.
Chapter completed!