I built a manor in the Middle Ages

Chapter 182 Return to the Knight's Castle

Macon County slums.

Owl Varger never thought that one day he would not be able to stay in Macon City any longer.
Lin En was resurrected. Regardless of whether it was true or not, the other party put the blame on the Brotherhood. Pierre's face changed faster than a monkey in a tree, and he decisively burned all the account books related to him.

Somehow, that damn knight became Lynn's guest of honor, and Lynn even claimed that Luc was a loyal religious guard.

Damn it! Didn't we all go together to assassinate him? Why did the Brotherhood become the only sitting duck?

On the very night that Lynn was resurrected, the man with the trough nose and the tall man were pushed to the gallows by the angry crowd.

For fear of revealing their names, Owl cut off the tongues of the two men in advance. Even so, when they were hanged, their faces were twisted and hideous, and the tongues at the corners of their mouths were still sticking out very long.

Having run the salt road for a long time, he knew that he had to leave.

Pierre had abandoned him, and the new archdeacon would not trust him either. This place had become a hopeless place.

He packed his bags overnight, took two trusted aides with him, and prepared to sneak across the harbor under cover of darkness.
Hearing that salt was also produced in abundance near Genoa, he believed that as long as he established himself in Genoa, he could still live a prosperous life.

Varger, who even knew that there was a loophole under the toilet in the Count of Macon's castle, easily avoided the eyes of the guards.

Passing by the gurgling water mill, I couldn't help but take a few more glances at it. I walked all the way to the dark harbor and found the stowaway.

"Old Jack, send us to Provence!"

The owl scratched a handful of his greasy, flea-ridden hair, fished out a few pfennigs from his dirty pocket, and handed them to the stowaway while speaking.

Seeing the stowaway standing there in a daze without saying a word, Owl was puzzled at first, then seemed to think of something and his face changed drastically.

Before he could turn around, a burly figure jumped out of the water mill.

The burly man raised his short spear as a javelin, sprinted forward two steps, and his powerful muscles drove the javelin into the air, accurately piercing the short-haired man on the left of the owl.

Hot and fishy blood slowly flowed out with his muffled groan, and before he could even scream, he fell headfirst into the Thorne River.

Another brotherhood member quickly drew out his dagger and looked at Ryan in fear. Owl was even more decisive and jumped directly into the Thorne River.

The Brotherhood members also wanted to imitate, but unfortunately Miller, who had been lying in ambush for a long time, suddenly rushed out from behind and stabbed the Brotherhood member in the belly. In an instant, disgusting intestinal fluid and thick blood flowed out like money. Miller swung his shield and hit the opponent's jaw. The shrill scream was blocked in his throat. The huge force made his eyes turn white and he fell on the raft with convulsions all over his body.

Old Jack had been squatting at the stern of the boat for some time, not daring to breathe, for fear of being killed by these ferocious guys.

God bless you, these people are almost as fierce as the Earl's private soldiers.
He caught a glimpse of the rippling river surface from the corner of his eye. As a member of Macon County, he certainly knew the name of Owl.
But before he could sigh that the fraternity leader had escaped, he saw bubbles gurgling from the bottom of the water, and Owl's wet ponytail floated on the surface like a water snake.
“Ah, my legs!!”

The owl howled in agony, and the river water made his face, distorted by pain, look like a devil.

Only then did Old Jack see clearly when the river water had turned blood red, spreading out in circles like a blooming red iris. While the owl was struggling in pain, a giant-like man stepped onto the boat. His heavy footsteps made the raft shake, and he stretched out his bear-claw-like hands to pull the owl out of the water like a chicken.

There was a cold iron arrow stuck in the owl's leg.
……

".Please, my lord, please spare me. I can give you all the Finney!"

Dry forest bank.

The owl looked at the knight, whom it had only met a few times, and its body was shaking violently, perhaps out of fear or the cold river water.

"Your Finney?"

Luc picked up the linen package and took a look at it. It was not a small amount of money, but it was obviously not what he wanted.

"My friend, do you think I came here for a few pfennigs?"

The owl looked at Luc fearfully, only to see him approach him and say in a deep voice, "Salt Road friend, I want your Salt Road!"

If what Luc needs most at the moment is population, then in the long run, what excites him most in the entire Macon County is the Brotherhood's salt smuggling route!
Yes, the smuggling salt road has been divided up by the Earl's Church, but Luc knows that as the specific executor of the salt road, this equally greedy owl must have a small salt road for himself!

This is why Luc targeted him!
Looking at the owl's evasive gaze, Luc knew he was right.

"If I tell you, can you let me go?"

Luc sneered.
"I don't want to use God's name to deceive you, Valger. You're dead, and I think you know it. But I can promise you that if you tell me, I can make your death easier."

Luke gave him a look, and Miller slowly stepped forward with a cruel look in his eyes.

The days of Viking raids on the continent were over.

But the torture methods they spread became popular in other countries.

One of the famous criminal laws is called Blood Eagle.

To be honest, Luc once saw the Baron of Auvergne use this method to deal with a poor prisoner. Luc still remembers the cruel and bloody scene.

If possible, Luc didn't want to use this method, but he could break the rules for the sake of the salt road.

The development of Luc's estate has actually reached a bottleneck.

Food is to meet basic needs, but if you want to be rich, you must expand other commodities.

From investing in Hoffman, planning to build a bridge in the valley, to the current smuggling route, Luc needs to find a way to make the estate wealthy.

Besides, there is no psychological burden in killing a gang leader of a fraternity.

Varg's bones were far less tough than his reputation suggested, and he didn't even use the Blood Eagle. However, after his wounds continued to ravage him, the desperate guy finally gave up the Salt Road.

"I do have a salt road in Auvergne, Provence, and Lombardy. But no one can operate it except me. It's not that I'm intentionally hiding it, but those people are extremely exclusive unions. To join them, you must be introduced. Please spare me, I can help you build it. I can. Just spare me."

"Is there such a thing?" Luc frowned as he listened to the owl's intermittent voice.

Looking at Ryan and others, Ryan looked at each other, no one could give him an answer.

In fact, he was wrong. Salt is not as good as charcoal.

It is a huge profit.

Those who control the salt smuggling routes in various places are either extremely vicious or extremely powerful, so it is normal for them to be xenophobic.

For example, in Macon County, if it weren't for Luc setting up the trap, no one else would have been able to get involved.

After figuring this out, Luc hesitated for a moment and decided to keep Varg.

……

After the rain stopped, the sky cleared up.

Two days later, the water mill was finally built.

Count Macon personally came to test the water mill and saw that everything went well, so he paid a salary of one pound.

Luc used the money and the spoils from the owl to buy a batch of hammers and shovels in the name of a contractor. Macon County was indeed a rare big city, and twenty shovels and ten hammers were purchased quickly. Unfortunately, no hoes were bought.

With this batch of supplies and recruited craftsmen, after staying in Macon County for nearly twenty days, Luc is finally going back to the Knight's Castle!

There were four people when we came, and twenty-four people when we returned.

Among them, four families, totaling 18 free farmers who had lost their land, walked along the road under the escort of Miller and Ryan.

Owl Varger limped along behind, and next to him was a fanatical pilgrim who was not originally among the recruits, had his arm broken by the Brotherhood, and for some reason had to follow Luke's team.

He was muttering to himself all the way, repeating the words "The Pilgrim's Way" over and over again. Luc frowned at the sight, thinking that this man might have gone crazy.

Luke held his horse's belly tightly and ignored him. He said he would follow him if he wanted to, even if it was to go to the forest to keep Eugene, the man with the broken finger, company. He rode out of the city gate, but before he stepped onto the path, Lin En suddenly jumped out from the side of the road.

"Wait a minute, Knight Luc!"

"What is it Lynn?"

"It's nothing important. I'm going back to Cluny soon. As a reward for saving me, I'll give you this notebook."

"Don't despise it. Although it's not very valuable, it contains some geographical information I recorded, which can be regarded as a supplement to Hugo's map."

"May God bless you." Seeing Luc take it, Lynn didn't say much, made the sign of the cross and left in a hurry.

With the endorsement of Cluny, he was completely confirmed as a saint and needed to go back to cooperate with the sect to promote its ideas. The Abbey of Cluny had already planned to package him as a model of abstinence blessed by God.

Watching Lin En's back disappear, Luc casually flipped through the parchment book called Alpine Trail Notes.

Most of them are travelogue-style records, and more than half of them are the other person's mumbling inner journey.

"The mountain path from Burgundy to Milan?"

Just as he was about to close it, Luc suddenly caught a glimpse of a line of small words.

Luke took a quick look with a dim look in his eyes. Finally, he picked a leaf and used it as a bookmark and carefully clamped it there. Then he took a deep breath, raised his whip, and continued to head northwest!
The sun sets in the east, the moon rises and sets.

After walking and stopping for a few days, the group finally returned to the familiar edge of the forest.

Breathing in the fresh air without feces, Luc looked at the owl Varg with a refreshed yet depressed look.

".Damn it, he actually died of infection."

(End of this chapter)