In the wooden castle in the valley, Ron, who had returned from his injury, was awakened from his sleep by the clanging sound of hammering in the craftsman's workshop. He climbed up from the hay bed in his cabin, glanced at the room filled with iron pots, cooking utensils and groceries, put on a linen jacket and opened the wooden door.
Ron's mother, Emma, a hard-working woman, was using a dense sieve borrowed from the kitchen of the lord's mansion to sift out the bran from the semolina at the door of the cabin. There was already a thick layer of snow-white fine flour powder in the small wooden basin under the sieve.
"Ron, you go back to the house and lie down for a while. When I bake the white bread, you can get up and eat it. Your father will come back from the valley at noon today. We will have a meal of white bread and apple stew for noon." Emma looked at Ron with a smile while continuing to sift the chaff in her hands.
Yesterday, Art personally greeted Ron at the Lord's Mansion after he recovered from his injury. This was the first meal Ron had at home after he recovered from his injury, so Emma planned to spend a lot of money to make a delicious meal of honey-smeared white bread and apple stewed pork for Ron.
Nowadays, Ron's family is considered to be the richest citizen in the entire Valley Knights. They can still eat white bread and stew, foods that were unimaginable in the past.
"Mom, I told you there's no need to make it so rich, just make some minced meat and wheat paste. I had enough at the master's place yesterday." Ron didn't want his mother to waste so much money on him.
Emma stopped working for a moment, raised her head and said: "You have died once, and now you have finally come back to us with all your hair and tail. No matter what, I have to let you eat the best food, otherwise next time~" Emma stopped at this point, she choked, and tears couldn't help but burst out of her eyes.
Ron quickly stepped forward to save his mother and comforted him: "Mom, nothing happened to me? I am a lucky person protected by God. The devil cannot take away my soul."
Emma cried even louder and sobbed: "Ron, don't fight with me anymore. Can you come back and farm with your father?"
Ron let go of his mother's shoulders, looked into her eyes and replied: "Mom, what are you talking about? How can I leave my master!!! Do you want me to be a deserter?"
Emma was speechless for a moment, but her tears couldn't stop pouring out.
Ron hugged Emma again and comforted her for a long time before barely stopping his mother's crying.
"Mom, where did Camille go? I didn't see her early in the morning." Ron changed the subject.
"Speaking of your sister, she has been chosen by the madam to be a maid, and she follows her every day. The madam likes her very much, and even teaches her how to be a little lady herself." Emma frowned slightly as she thought that her little daughter was lucky enough to be chosen by the lord's wife as a personal maid.
"That's great." Ron was sincerely happy.
"Mom, let's just save this sumptuous meal for dinner. I would like to invite the master and his wife to share it together."
Emma was in trouble, "Ron, but we don't have enough fine flour to make enough white bread. The military salary you saved and the salary of me and your father will be used to pay for the huge cost of building a new house~"
"It's okay, the master gave me another hundred pfennigs last night. Let's buy more wheat flour and ask someone to help sift it out." Ron said and took out a bulging money bag from his arms.
Emma took the purse handed over by Ron and said with a smile: "Okay, then I will buy some meat and vegetables from the wooden castle, and pair it with the fruit wine I just brewed. We will also invite Mr. Art and Mrs. Lottie to have dinner."
Speaking of dinner, Emma thought of the discussions among the fort residents last night. Zou Mei looked at Ron and asked, "By the way, Ron, why did you bring a stranger back to the valley? I heard from the fort residents that this guy is a pagan, a devil from the Holy Land."
Ron looked around cautiously and said to his mother: "Mom, how can you be like those fort residents? What do you think? Didn’t the master say that Brother Jafar is a devout saint, he is a warrior who has fought a hundred battles, and he was invited to guard the valley with us. "
"But~"
"It's nothing, even Father Hamish has no objection, you can't say any more pagan words!!" Ron told his mother not to say the wrong thing.
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"Jafar, you have been in this holy land blessed by God for so many years. You must be careful about what you can and cannot do. Externally, I will say that you are a saint who actively converted to God. Remember, never say the wrong thing, especially when it comes to your devout belief in God." In the official room of the lord's mansion, Art repeatedly emphasized the issue of belief in God to the newly joined Jafar.
Jafar picked up the cross from his chest, raised it and said to Art: "Master Art, I understand. Pay attention, I will."
Att nodded, "As long as you understand, I don't want my subjects to clamor to send you to the stake one day."
"You used to be a cavalry, and now you are still a cavalry. The horse you are riding back this time is the riding horse given to you by Kenem. In two days, I will ask the baggage team to replace you with a good war horse. It just so happened that a few war horses will be sent to the valley recently. As a warrior on horseback, you cannot fight on a miscellaneous horse."
"I have a sentry cavalry team, which you saw in the northern wilderness. That team. Now I plan to transfer the captain of the sentry, Ron, to the captain of the squadron, and you will become the deputy captain of the sentry. All food, accommodation and equipment will be provided by the legion, and the military salary will be one hundred pfennigs per month."
Ja'far listened and nodded slightly, "Sir, I just listen to your orders!"
At nodded happily, stood up, walked to Ja'far and patted his shoulder. He said: "Brother Jafar, you are welcome to join. Forget the hatred in your heart for the time being, as long as you fight for me with peace of mind, I will let you take revenge."
Jafar stood up from the stool, determined He replied: "I believe you!"
"Okay, you go down and have a rest. I will personally send you to the Sentinels in the afternoon."
Since Art withdrew his troops, Dean was "courteously invited" to the valley. The captured Dean was a privileged knight, so he could not be detained as an ordinary prisoner of war. However, Art did not want people with evil intentions wandering around in his territory. After thinking about it, Art sent Dean to Father Hamish's church to "confess" his crimes, and sent two injured soldiers to "accompany" this distinguished guest.
Although he never suffered inhuman abuse, Dean was tortured by the life of being locked up in a narrow wooden box all day long and not allowed to go out.
"Let me out, I want to see Art. What kind of knight is he? He doesn't even abide by the minimum honor of a knight." Dean kept yelling.
Finally, Father Hamish couldn't stand Dean's rage and yelling anymore. He moved from the church narthex to the confessional and yelled at Dean: "Shut up, you bastard. You have become someone's prisoner and you still have the nerve to yell every day. If I were you, I should find a mouse hole to hide. How could God let a bastard like you become a knight!" < br/>
Dean ignored the priest's teachings. He had lived in a wealthy merchant's family since childhood and was pampered. Such a hard life was something he should endure. "You lame priest, what do you know? If that bastard hadn't cared about the knight's honor and plotted to sneak up on me, how could I have become his prisoner."
“Really? If you had been able to fight me like a real knight, my soldiers probably wouldn’t have had the chance to catch you. Speaking of which, my soldiers seemed to be the “full of honor and pride” knight Dean captured in the rear camp. "A voice took over Dean's words.
Matter walked to the door of the church confessional and signaled the soldiers to open the wooden door of the confessional and let Dean out.
Dean walked out of the confessional, adjusted to the light, raised his head high and said, "Sir Art, I ask you to give me the courtesy of a knight."
Art chuckled and said, "Dean, are you really embarrassed to call yourself a knight?"
"Why not? I am a guard knight personally appointed by the Marquis of the Palace!" Dean's tone was full of pride.
"Well, Knight Dean, I'll give you a chance to gain honor." Art stepped aside to reveal Ron, who was following behind.
"Following me is my personal bodyguard Ron. He just returned from injury yesterday, because more than a month ago I was assassinated by a group of men in black in the underground arena of Lucesien. Ron was poisoned by an arrow to protect me. Now, Ron Representatives and I will duel with you. As long as you can defeat him, I will treat you as a distinguished guest. If you are killed by him, I will also tell the world that Knight Dean died heroically in the duel." As Art said, he took out the knight sword from his waist and threw it in front of Dean.
Dean took half a step back slightly, looking at the dark red sword blade on the ground and then at Ron, who had murderous intent in his eyes, and hesitated to speak.
"Dean, I'll give you three chances."
Dean did not move at all.
Dean trembled slightly.
「Three!!」
Dean stayed where he was.
At stepped forward and picked up the knight's sword, and ordered to the guarding soldier: "Lock this coward to me and continue to repent. Maybe only God can let him pick up the dignity of a knight."
"By the way, I still have to. Let me tell you, your shrewd father made a mistake. He actually tried to pressure me through the palace to release you unconditionally. Because your father did not keep his promise, I decided to increase your worth and the ransom was increased by 10,000 pfennigs. I have sent a message to your father. "
After saying that, Art ignored the trembling Dean and turned to Father Hamish and said: "Father Hamish, a second village has been built over the valley. Today is the day when farmers settle in the new village. These devout saints hope that you can pray for the new home on behalf of God..."
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