I built a manor in the Middle Ages

Chapter 156 David's Secret

"That's right. David is indeed connected to the Jewish caravan. George has confirmed it several times. There's no doubt about it."

Jean touched his scar. Ever since Baron Berry came back, he had been running around for Luc like everyone else. He could endure the cold wind and snow to travel back and forth in the valley, kill the Freeman spies, and disguise himself as a robber to frame a villager. Now, together with George, he took the initiative to go to the Knight David's territory at the southernmost end of the barony to gather information for Luc's grain business. He really worked hard.

Luc knew what the middle-aged attendant was thinking. To be honest, if he were old Baldwin, he would definitely be very pleased to know that he would still have such a loyal attendant after his death.

Luc respected everything Jean did - no one doesn't like loyal people.

At this time, not only the two of them, but also Ryan and Old Ek were in the Knight's Castle.

"Master, since David also made a deal with the Jews because he was short of food, isn't that exactly what we want? We can buy food from the Jews as well!"

Ryan also knew about the food shortage. When he heard that David's territory was facing a food crisis after being blackmailed by Berry and that they had already found a way to replenish the food, he immediately straightened his back and spoke loudly.

“Not that easy”

Old Eike rubbed his gray beard and shook his head. "Lion, you've never dealt with Jews. Even the most cunning and treacherous merchants would sincerely believe they're good people if they meet them. Unless it's absolutely necessary, it's best not to trade with them."

Ryan had a lot of experience, but he had never met a Jew. He was a little discouraged when he heard this. "What about the food? Who else can provide us with it besides the Jewish caravan?"

"Alas." Old Eck paused and then sighed. Yes, there was really no other way for the time being.

Luc listened to the conversation between the two without saying a word. His original plan was to ask David to lend him food, but the appearance of the Jews changed his mind. He was of course aware of the reputation of the Jews. As Old Eck said, it was best not to do business with them if possible. However, during this period, Luc carefully read the map drawn by Hugo and found that there were indeed no good places to find food around. Moreover, if David really bought the food from the Jews, even if he wanted to help him, the price would only be higher. It would be better to buy directly from the Jewish caravan. So after a brief silence, Luc made a decision.

"We don't need much food, and we have enough money. Doing business with them won't be a big deal. Even if the price is a little higher, I'll accept it. I just have one question. Are you sure the information is reliable?"

"Absolutely reliable, sir!"

Jean nodded firmly. Jews dress very conspicuously, always wearing a felt hat and a unique robe. Coupled with their disgusting demeanor, it is hard to mistake them.

"Sir, George has sneaked into David's territory many times under the guise of a wandering bard. As you know, he's traveled a lot and treats taverns like home. He's great at dealing with drunkards and farmers, and he's also skilled at tracking and scouting, so he's discovered news of the Jews more than once. He says David has purchased another batch of grain, and that group of Jews might show up at David's place again soon."

After hearing this, Luc closed his eyes and said nothing, leaving only the tapping sound of his fingers echoing in the dim wooden fort. After a while, he raised his head and said, "Looks like I have to go there myself!"

Whether talking to David or buying grain from the Jews, he had to go there in person.

But David didn't seem to be present when he married Douce, otherwise he wouldn't have not recognized him.
Luc narrowed his eyes. Since he didn't need to ask David for help, this would be easy. It seemed he could forge an identity for himself.
……

Time flies by.

Five days later, at the edge of a forest, on the cleared snow, stood four fully armed men, gazing at the village in the distance from a high slope.

The leader had brown hair and blue eyes, and was wearing a sheepskin coat. A knight's sword was slung at his waist. He was shielding his eyes from the sun with his hands and looking ahead carefully.

Below him, a young man with golden curly hair and light blue eyes was brushing the fallen snow off his shoulders and shield. He happened to be standing under a tree branch, and the constantly falling snow always landed on his deerskin coat, making him a little annoyed. He had no choice but to take two steps forward, holding on to his dagger.

The tall man behind him stood there stupidly, letting the snow fall. He was wearing thick linen clothes, a butcher knife on his waist, and the heavy mace on his back.

The snow this year is indeed exceptionally heavy and thick.

Opposite him was the shortest guy among the four, who also had the most childish face. This half-grown boy was leaning on a short spear in his right hand and holding a round shield in his left hand, which was also made of ordinary linen. He was looking forward excitedly.

"Miller, leave your weapons behind and go to the village tavern to call George out."

"Okay, sir!" This group of people was Luke and his group.

Four days ago, we set out from the frozen Agate River and followed Hugo's map, walking south for four days and finally walked out of the edge of the forest.

Hearing the shout, Miller immediately put down his spear and ran into the village in front of him with his hands rubbed.

Looking at the unusually jumpy Miller, Luke hesitated for a moment, then suddenly called out to him, "Wait a minute, Ryan, you go. Remember, don't cause trouble, and come back quickly."

"Yes!"

Ryan put down his shield, leaving only his dagger, took off his helmet, and walked firmly into the snow towards David's village.

Although they were dressed differently, they had one thing in common—they all wore helmets! These were the four deformed, dented helmets they had obtained when they attacked Eugene.

Eugene and his group were equipped with three short spears, one of which Miller had already equipped, a short sword, a piece of leather armor and three sets of armor. But the biggest gain was five helmets that were still usable. The only one that was not usable was the one that Hans had smashed his head on.
Luke and Ryan even wore leather armor underneath.

As for the chain mail, it's too heavy.

Miller was called back, feeling somewhat down. Luc glanced at him without saying anything. This time, he had fabricated an identity for a mercenary team, and Miller had begged him for a long time to come out with him, saying he wanted to protect him. Luc certainly didn't need his protection, but after thinking about it, he finally decided to take him out to see the world.

After instructing them to rest on the spot, Luc took out half a piece of cheese from the package and shared it with the two of them. When traveling in the snow, you should bring some easy-to-carry and delicious food.

It goes without saying that Ryan is the most loyal among the group, Hans is honest and obedient, and although Miller is old, he has a lot of drive. Otherwise, if he were an ordinary farmer, he probably wouldn't be willing to walk through the snow for four days.

"Why haven't you come back yet?" Luke was getting a little impatient as he fiddled with the birch bark to prevent snow blindness, when he finally saw Ryan jogging back with George.

"master!"

George stepped forward quickly and bowed. He had never left the village in order to keep an eye out for any trace of Jews.

As for Jean, he had already returned to Telf Bridge, which could not be left unguarded, and besides, Jean could not follow him, as David knew him.

"Well, have the Jews arrived yet?"

After ordering George to get up, Luc asked the question that concerned him most.

"Here you are, sir! You have arrived just in time. They have just completed their deal with David and will probably leave tomorrow."

Luc nodded and said, "Yes, there's still time."

"Lian just found me, and I took him to greet the owner of the Jewish caravan. We can meet in an abandoned church tonight."

Luc suddenly realized why Ryan had been gone for so long. "Well done, George. I didn't expect you to be so eloquent."

George said with some embarrassment, "No, it wasn't my eloquence. It was the pennies I won from gambling these days that worked."

Luc nodded solemnly. No matter what, George was quite capable, but this also deepened the greed of this Jewish caravan - even meeting him required money.

Luc said no more. After the five of them gathered together, they found a sheltered spot in the forest and waited quietly for dark.

The temperature rose today, a rare day, so the few of them didn't suffer much from the cold. When night fell and the whole village fell into silence, they followed George to an abandoned church. There, four or five caravan guards were surrounding a hook-nosed man waiting for them early.

(End of this chapter)