Start as Inherited Baroness

Just as the few people were chatting, the pockmarked face's stomach suddenly gurgled, and then as if the gate had opened, a series of gurgling sounds were heard.

Including Simon's own stomach.

They hadn't eaten breakfast yet, and it was already noon.

"Let's go to the merchant camp." Simon said.

There were several camps a few hundred meters west of the Marquis's camp, where the merchants with the army were located.

Simon climbed up and looked for a few times, and chose the largest camp, and took the pockmarked face and the other five people there.

Oh, right, the pockmarked face's name is Hilt, and his family's ancestral business is carpentry.

Not long after, Simon and his party arrived at the caravan's camp, which was well-decorated, and some places were even brighter than the Marquis's camp.

There was no foul smell.

There were many soldiers wearing leather armor or armor, going in and out in groups of three or five.

After Simon and others entered the gate of the camp, they looked around and soon saw a tavern.

They immediately led people over.

The tavern was naturally very simple, with only dozens of tables and chairs placed in the open air on a flat ground that had been cleared of weeds.

There was a wooden sign near the road, called the Roaring Tavern.

There were quite a few guests, most of the tables were occupied, and many sturdy soldiers were laughing noisily.

There was even a bard singing a cheerful and rhythmic song.

Simon glanced at them and took Hilt and the other five to a corner to sit down.

Some people looked at them with a somewhat elusive look in their eyes.

Hilt and the other five fellow villagers were just adults, and in such an occasion, they inevitably looked restrained, and people could tell at a glance that they were naive.

Only Simon was calm and watched the scene with interest.

There were a few women with half-dressed clothes sitting on the thighs of several yellow-bearded and yellow-haired strong men.

The rough hands of the strong men wandered unscrupulously on the delicate bodies, and the women cooperated with bursts of delicate moans.

The soldiers around were all flushed with excitement.

The eyes of Hilt and other young boys were also firmly attracted.

"Dear guests, what can I order?" At this time, a waiter in brown linen came to their table and asked.

"What do you have?" Simon asked.

"There are black bread, malt liquor, roast lamb, lamb soup, roast chicken, red berries..." The waiter skillfully reported a string of names.

"Six pieces of black bread, six roast lamb, six lamb soup, one roast chicken, six berries, one cheese, and five butter."

Simon said quickly, and in the end, Hilt and other five friends couldn't help but start to swallow their saliva.

The waiter glanced at the two-handed iron sword under their feet calmly, and said with a smile: "Okay, please wait."

As soon as the voice fell, the waiter went to the back kitchen quickly. There was only a piece of linen covering the kitchen, and there were more than a dozen people cooking in the back.

It was downwind, so there was no smoke on Simon's side.

He saw the waiter's obscure expression just now. He was probably worried that they couldn't pay, but the two-handed fine iron sword dispelled his doubts.

As for the broken armor and the mace, they were in the sack. Unless you can see through it, you can't see it.

After waiting for about half an hour, the food was served one by one. It looked good and rich.

Some soldiers sitting next to them looked at them, but they were either carrying knives or spears, so no one came to cause trouble.

When the dishes were served, Simon smiled and said, "Let's eat."

Hilt and others immediately picked up wooden knives and forks and rushed to their respective roasted lambs. Although they were free people in the king's territory, they were heavily taxed.

At the end of the year, they could only eat a piece of lamb in a good year.

Simon also started to deal with the roast chicken and cheese in front of him. For a while, several people ate voraciously, and their mouths were full of oil.

Although there was no seasoning, only salt was added, but the original meat fragrance and freshness could make up for many shortcomings.

As for the black bread, it was really not worth mentioning. It could be used as a brick to hit people.

Simon sawed off a small piece out of curiosity and tasted it. He frowned while eating it. It was so crunchy, and there were even some small stones and dead grass in it.

Ten minutes later, most of the food on the table had been eaten by six people, and even the black bread was almost eaten up by Hilt and other five people.

"Animal, can't you die from eating so much?" Simon was secretly surprised in his heart. No wonder he said that the young boy ate his father out of money.

The waiter came over again and said to him respectfully: "Sir, three silver sheep are a favor to you."

Simon calculated in his mind for a moment and felt that it was about right, so he took off the inherited wallet from his waist, covered it with his sleeves and found three small silver coins.

"Here." He put the small silver coins in the waiter's hand, but did not put them on the table.

Because that would inevitably make a crisp sound and attract the attention of people around.

There are many golden eagles and silver deer in this purse, which is really very attractive.

Moreover, Simon now realized that he was in great danger.

This was also the reason why Marquis Val reminded him to hire reliable mercenaries.

He was now the last heir of the new Hollen family. The son of Hollen was actually born to a slave girl, so there was no such thing as a wife's family.

If Simon died, the territory of Yongyi Territory would be taken back, and there should be many senior nobles eyeing this piece of meat.

During this meal, he ate and thought, and realized a lot.

"Do you want to duel with me!!"

Just then, the table in the middle of the tavern was suddenly overturned, and the soup splashed far away.

It seemed that there was a conflict because of the prostitutes, and five or six strong men had already drawn their swords to confront each other.

"Let's go!" Simon didn't want to cause any trouble. He called out, and the six people took their equipment and walked away from this place of trouble.

Unexpectedly, there was no pretense and slap in the face.

"Master, what should we do next? The battle is over, shall we go back to Cuihua Village?" Hilt asked.

"Stupid, of course we go to the master's fiefdom!" Another taller youth interrupted.

"Young men~ do you want to come in and play~" At this time, a prostitute dressed in revealing clothes came over to solicit customers.

Hilt and others looked at her with their eyes straight.

"Let's find a quiet place to think about it first." Simon could still resist the temptation, or it could be said that there was a shortage of ammunition at the moment.

Then he took the lead to walk out of the camp. Although Hilt and others were reluctant, they had no money to squander, so they had to follow.

He didn't walk far, he stopped at a small hillside, found a relatively flat bluestone and sat down.

Then he reached into the sack, pretending to search for it, but actually took out the parchment from the storage pen and carefully unfolded it.

The map of the land of Xisai was clearly depicted on it, which the predecessor Simon had never seen before.

Hilt and others were also curious and went to see it.

"Have you heard of the land of Xisai?" Simon asked.

"Uh... maybe in..."

"No, no, it must be in..." Hilt and others argued.

Simon didn't expect too much when he saw this, but just said: "The land of Xisai is right under our feet. Didn't the kingdom have this place before?"

Hilt and others didn't understand, hesitating and didn't know what to say.

These people are semi-illiterate, far less than the predecessor Simon, who is considered to have a little culture, after all, the income from raising horses is still good.

"Excuse me, do you know where Lord Simon is?"

At this time, a soft voice suddenly sounded, and it was obvious that it was a beauty.