Start as Inherited Baroness

Simon watched for a while, then took the people back to the Lord's Hotel and stopped going out.

These days, he has walked around a lot and has a deeper understanding of the situation nearby.

A dozen miles south of His Royal Highness Feidi's castle, there is a large tent area that temporarily houses tens of thousands of freedmen who migrated together.

They mainly come from the Crown Lands, the Reach and the Streamlands.

These three areas are densely populated and the food supply has reached the red line, so the local nobles also support the relocation of part of the population.

Many free people still have feelings about their homeland, so many of them were tied up in strings from front to back and escorted here.

This tent area is not big, and there is no reasonable planning. At a glance, it looks patchwork and messy.

When Simon took people here for the first time, he was so overwhelmed by the smell that he almost vomited his breakfast.

He felt that His Highness Feidi should allocate some of the free people to the barons and lords directly under the jurisdiction of the West Cedi Kingdom.

Because to feed so many people, the amount of food consumed is unimaginable to ordinary people. Without hundreds of thousands of acres of fertile land, it is impossible to survive.

A few days passed in the blink of an eye, and Simon had been playing in the Lord's Inn with Yaxue, the illegitimate daughter of a nobleman he had newly hooked up with.

The woman's sister, Irina, was unwilling to be a lover because she relied on her identity, so he had already forgotten her.

I don't know what to do now.

They seemed to be meeting a relative this time. Simon didn't care about the specific matter and didn't ask in detail.

In the early morning of this day, Simon was exercising in the yard, and Sarit walked quickly from the door and reported: "His Royal Highness Feidi sent someone to inform.

Tomorrow at nine o'clock in the morning, the first meeting of nobles from the area directly under the jurisdiction of the King of Cisse will be held in the castle hall. "

"It's finally time to start. It's boring to stay here all day." Simon muttered, then put down his spear and went to wash his face.

"How are the sales of those goods going?" He took the towel brought by the guard, wiped his face, and asked again.

"There's some velvet left, honey and cloth all gone.

All the money earned from selling goods is here. Sarit responded, taking off a pouch from his waist and handing it over.

Simon took it and weighed it, and there was a crisp sound of gold coins colliding in the bag.

"Everyone is working hard these days, so let's buy dozens of sheep and a cow to reward the soldiers.

In a few days we will go back to Yong Yi Ling and cheer up. "

Simon ordered, then took out some golden eagles and silver deer from the bag and handed them to Sarit.

"Lord Baron! You are really considerate of the soldiers." He took the coins and smiled.

"Hey, go ahead and go." Simon said with a smile.

"Yes!" Sarit responded.

Before ten o'clock in the morning, he took people to buy the livestock.

Simon gathered all his troops and went to the open space by the river in the northeast direction outside the camp to light a fire and set up a pot.

The soldiers were all beaming, with smiles on their faces, and they were busy for a while collecting firewood, carrying water, slaughtering sheep, and cooking pots.

After noon, the rich aroma of meat wafts out of dozens of pots.

"Soldiers! Baron Simon appreciates your hard work over the past few days, so he specially bought these cattle and sheep to reward you..."

Before eating, they were lectured, with Simon standing on top and Sarit playing the trumpet player.

"Thank you, Lord Baron!!" After he finished his speech, the soldiers shouted their thanks in unison.

Seeing this, Simon waved his hand and said angrily: "Let's eat!"

The soldiers immediately started to eat the mutton and beef with howls. The scene was a little chaotic, but it was under control, so they didn't care.

"Lord Baron, the roasted leg of lamb is cooked, with honey and spices on it. How do you like it?"

Mailan smiled and handed over a tender leg of lamb and said.

"Um."

Simon responded, took it and took a bite. It was fragrant and fragrant. He controlled the heat very well, and it was burnt but not burnt, and the outside was extremely crispy.

He ate voraciously, taking a sip of malt wine from time to time. He quickly ate four legs of lamb and a pair of lamb chops before he felt a little full.

"Another pair of mutton chops." Simon ordered as he was still a little unfinished.

"Yes!" Mailan immediately stood up and went to get it.

While waiting for a moment, a noise suddenly came from the east.

"Chase the assassin! Whoever captures the assassin alive will be made a baron!! Chase him quickly!!!"

"Don't run! Shoot the arrow! Even if you die!!"

Simon heard the sound and immediately looked east.

Then I saw a man riding a war horse, running towards the west at high speed, followed by more than a hundred cavalry in hot pursuit.

"Sir, the pursuers are His Royal Highness Feddy's patrol."

Sarit also discovered this situation almost immediately, came to Simon's side and said.

The pursuers carried flags, and the symbols on them were easy to recognize.

"What are you doing standing still? Hurry up and shoot the assassin's horse! What a credit from heaven!"

Stop eating them all! Get ready to fight! ! "

He cheered up and shouted, and the soldiers threw their bowls into the pot and went to grab their weapons.

"Yes!" Sarit immediately bent his bow and nocked an arrow, held his breath for a moment, and shot out.

This armor-piercing arrow seemed to have eyes as it shot toward the horse's head 70 to 80 meters away. It hit the target in a matter of seconds.

The assassin's horse suddenly lost its power, and both the man and the horse rolled to the ground.

"Go!" Simon shouted, and hundreds of soldiers rushed over, especially the Guards soldiers, with great momentum.

He mounted his horse with more than thirty cavalrymen and followed behind.

The pursuers were only a few hundred meters away from the assassin. If they caught the assassin and made him a baron, they would have to argue for a while.

Finally, Simon's troops arrived first and arrested the assassin who was knocked unconscious.

"Let go! We caught the assassin!"

The pursuers of the patrol army arrived later, and the leading knight shouted with a ferocious face.

"Bullshit! Open your blind eyes and take a good look!" Manfrott heard the words and cursed rudely.

"We have been chasing all the way! It's obvious that you are taking advantage..."

During this verbal battle, the soldiers on Simon's side formed a formation, raised their spears, and faced more than a hundred cavalrymen.

The guards cavalry protected Simon and stopped dozens of meters behind.

"Who is coming!" He shouted, looking at the leading knight and asked.

"Baron, we have been chasing this assassin all the way. Please understand, please let your soldiers let her go.

We will take her back to report to His Highness Fedi." The knight's expression was no longer ferocious, but calmed down. He saluted on the horse and shouted.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he cursed in his heart. He recognized that the person opposite was the Baron of Yongyi, a lucky man who had not achieved any success, and he was inevitably a little disdainful.

But for the sake of face, he still did not show any disrespect.

"You chased all the way, but did you catch her?

This assassin still fell into my hands. I will take her to meet His Highness Fedi, so you don't have to worry about it.

Team up! Go back!" Simon said with a faint smile.

"Yes!!" Sarit answered loudly with a bow in his hand, and rode on the warhorse led by the soldier.

At this time, the leading knight's eyes were extremely gloomy, holding the cavalry gun in his hand tightly, scanning Simon and others.

Finally, this man lost his temper. He concluded that the more than one hundred cavalrymen under his control could not defeat the Baron's Guard at all.