Not everyone is interested in watching the excitement, and Bart doesn't like to run to crowded places to join in the fun.

Therefore, although he heard the commotion at the entrance of the village, he never leaned over to see what was happening.

Instead, he sat in his yard, operating a leather maker to taut a piece of raw cowhide hanging on it, and occasionally looked back at a fat sow with her limbs tied in the thatched hut behind her, her expression slightly depressed.

His sow had just been mated yesterday with the lord's breeding pigs.

However, I don't know what's wrong, the sow who has always been honest actually struggled and screamed like crazy in the process.

Even the process didn't last long and ended in a hurry, I don't know if it was matched or not, anyway, the money for breeding was given to others.

This made Bart very depressed, and what annoyed him even more was that when he brought the pig home, it actually slammed into the wall like crazy!

Therefore, although he was a little reluctant, seeing that the beast was really not like words, he had to call his neighbors and tie it up.

He thought that this might stop the pig's madness, and it seemed to be so.

Not long after being tied up, the struggling sow gradually became honest and began to fall asleep.

It's just that...... Is this a match or not?

Bart couldn't ignore the problem because he had already spent the money.

If you really don't deserve it, wouldn't it be a loss?

He was thinking about it when he woke up in the morning, and he couldn't help but think about it in his mind when he was dealing with raw leather at the moment.

Even when there was the sound of horses' hooves outside the yard, he didn't notice it for a while.

But when the man on the horse's back turned over and dismounted, when the horse unconsciously snorted, Bart came to his senses somewhat.

Then he saw the dismounted young man striding along the open door of his house.

"Who are you looking for?"

Bart looked at each other warily.

Although he dressed like a civilian, from his appearance to his skin to his demeanor and temperament, he could see at a glance that the other party was from an extraordinary background.

And such people often represent trouble.

"Have you ever heard of the name Boswell?"

"No, who is that?"

"Really?"

"I haven't heard of it."

"Okay, I'll go ask the next house."

The young man turned to leave, but then he paused.

Then he turned around and asked, "By the way, can you give me a glass of water, I've been traveling for too long and I'm a little thirsty." ”

"Wait."

As long as it doesn't cause trouble, it's all right, and apparently this trouble has basically gone away from itself.

Secretly relieved, Bart nodded to the other party, then stood up on his knees, went into the house and poured a cup of nettle tea for the other party.

"Thank you."

After taking the tea, the young man nodded politely to Bart, and then raised the teacup to drink, but sneezed.

The loud voice startled Bart, and then he couldn't help but be amused when he saw the funny appearance of the other party rubbing his nose.

"Wear less, it's cold in this forest, and you're guilty."

"The first time I came, I didn't expect it."

The young man replied helplessly, with a gloomy look, how could he still have the high-minded aristocratic temperament before.

Bart felt that the distance between him and the other party was instantly shortened a lot, and then he realized that this person's demeanor, voice and even face made him feel quite cordial, and even had a kind of warmth like facing a good friend.

And this next reaction made Bart feel even more proud.

After rubbing his nose, the young man was about to drink tea with his cup, but he seemed to have accidentally seen something extraordinary.

He even put down the wooden cup with a look of surprise, pointed to a dagger next to the leather maker, and looked at Bart in surprise.

"Gold's Dagger of Glory?"

"That's right."

Bart nodded, pretending not to care, and said: "Five years ago, His Majesty went to fight in Neuham, and collected a herd of pigs from the enemy, and then he couldn't take care of it, so he recruited a few of our brothers to help raise them, and as a result, we raised a lot of piglets for him, and His Majesty was happy, so he rewarded me with this dagger. ”

"Just raising pigs? It's an exaggeration, right? ”

The young man seemed a little unconvinced.

Because what this dagger represents in the kingdom of Pharos is an honorary contribution comparable to killing five enemies on the battlefield.

But Bart was even more proud because of this, because this question completely scratched his itch.

"There is a big difference between raising pigs and raising pigs, others raise a sow, at most more than ten cubs, but I raise no less than twenty pigs each time!"

"Every time?"

"It's not every time, when I was twenty-seven years old, I raised a sow, and the first litter gave birth to thirty!"

"That should be a good year?" The young man unwittingly shifted the subject.

"Of course, the weather is good, the lord has less money for breeding, and there are a lot of deer in the forest.

"So you're still hunting?" The young man seemed to be even more surprised, but Bart lifted his chin as a result.

"That's right, how to find prey, how to get close quietly, our lord here occasionally holds hunting competitions, and I am always the first."

"Is it that easy?"

"It depends on who you say it to, I think it's easy, others seem to find it difficult......

Chatting and chatting, the atmosphere changed from unfamiliar at the beginning to familiar, and became more and more lively.

In the end, feeling a little tired from standing, Bart even beckoned the other party to sit down.

So the two of them just talked and listened one by one, and the speaker talked endlessly, and the listener was full of concentration.

At the same time, it seems that he has heard a little too much, and the young man's accent is gradually deviated by Bart, unconsciously bringing some local slang, and his demeanor and movements are becoming more and more "localized".

Even if you don't consider his excellent appearance, he seems to be no different from a villager like Barth.

So unconsciously, Bart became more and more intimate with his senses.

In addition, it was the first time he had encountered someone who liked to listen to him talk about all kinds of messy things and was not impatient, so he talked more and more energetically.

At the same time, the young man seemed to be very curious about Bart, and every time the topic fell, he asked another topic, and it went on and on, without touching any taboo points, and always scratched Bart's pride.

So he talked from raising pigs to meeting the king, from meeting the king to educating his son, from educating his son to how to attract women when he was a teenager......

After about an hour or so, the young man's problems became fewer and fewer, and finally there was no more at all, and Bart stopped unsatisfactorily.

Then he patted his ass and stood up, and beckoned to the other party: "Running out of tea?" Come, I'll pour you some more. I'll wait for my wife to come back from the lord's house and ask her to make you some pies to take away. She is the chef of the lord's family, and the pies she makes are particularly delicious. ”

At this time, Bart's tone seemed to be greeting his friends in the same village, and he didn't see much of it anymore.

"Not for the time being," the young man stood up with a smile on his face, his demeanor and temperament suddenly changing.

The intimacy of being a fellow human was suddenly gone, and he returned to the original condescension, which made Bart feel very uncomfortable.

"I think we should talk about the specifics."

"What are you talking about?" Bart looked at him suspiciously, and for a moment he didn't react.

"You just said that your age is 34 years old, and your legal child is 21 years old, that is, you have your own legal child at the age of 13, that is, a legitimate child."

"However, article 32 of the canon law stipulates that the age of marriage shall not be less than 14 years for men and 12 years for women......"

The young man said, looking at Bart with interest.

Bart's face changed a little as a result.

"In addition to that, you claim to have hunted a wild boar in this forest ten years ago,"

"But as far as I know, ten years ago, in 1214, this area belonged to the Count of Cambore, and the family of the Count of Cambore had been recuperating in the royal capital for a whole year due to illness, and they didn't even bother to return to their castle occupied by a bunch of robbers......"

"So, how did you get the consent of a local lord far away in the royal capital to legally hunt in his forests?"

"If you can't explain it, then you've violated the terms of the Pharos royal family in 1193 that no poaching was allowed without the consent of the lord."

Bart tried to retort, but opened his mouth but couldn't speak.

How did you get the lord's consent?

Of course, it was not consulted......

But the young man's words are not over.

"You said that a year ago you bought a pair of blue leather boots at a low price, which are very comfortable to wear, but as far as I know, there is a civil law promulgated by the royal family of Pharos that farmers can only wear gray and black clothing."

……

"In the topic about your wife's dystocia, you claimed that in order to let the child crawl out as soon as possible, you deliberately placed a tray of milk in the window, and the child was born so smoothly...... However, there is no such ritual practice in the Church, so your behavior is a heretical and superstitious act, which violates the Church's anti-superstition code. ”

……

"You claim that the domestic sow laid twenty-seven piglets in the month of mowing a year ago, and then sold thirty ancient imperial gold coins in the nearby market, but if I remember correctly, it is usually during the month of mowing the grass that happens to be the time when the blood tithe is collected, and the collection items of the blood tithe include but are not limited to chickens, ducks, cows, pigs, ......"

"Therefore, early marriage, poaching, illegal dressing, heresy and superstition, tax evasion and ......"

Ignoring the trembling Bart, the young man wrenched his fingers in turn, his expression groaning,

"If you don't want to be missing arms and legs, or be sent to fight the Sea Clan on the other side of the coast. Then you will need to pay the corresponding fine. Let's do the math, about 7 silver coins for illegal dressing, about 13 gold coins for early marriage, poaching and tax evasion are even more serious......"

As he calculated, he looked at everything in the yard, the leather makers, the daggers, some daily necessities, the thatched house, and even the sleeping old sow trapped in the thatched house......

When he saw the latter, the expression on his face froze slightly, and then he turned his head to look at the pale Bart.

"By the way, you have made so many mistakes, then I'm sure you have never sincerely repented of your confession of going to church once a year, in that case, I doubt that you are religious in your faith in God."

Bart opened his mouth when he heard this, but he was completely speechless.

I could only look at the young man in front of me who was looking at me with a smile, and I felt chills all over my body.

The previous circumstances made him instinctively think that he had no sense of distance from the young man in front of him, or that there was no difference.

Even in the face of the young man's friendly behavior, words and deeds, and in the face of his questions that seemed to create opportunities for himself to brag again and again, he didn't have the brain at all, and said everything that should be said and what should not be said.

I was still feeling very proud.

As a result, looking at it now, it's not enough to lose all these things in my own family......

Bart was so weak that his legs were weak, and he even fell into the abyss.

He couldn't imagine how the young man would face his future life when he went to the lord and the church to denounce him.

In other words, if the church determines that he is not religious, does he have a future......

I don't want to go to hell......

In despair, the young man opposite said a word, which instantly lifted his spirits.

"But I don't think a lot of it makes sense, and I don't think it's honorable to bully a poor person like you, so-"

The young man paused, then asked the same question he had asked at the beginning.

"Tell me, have you ever heard of Boswell's name?"