Start as Inherited Baroness

"I wonder if these people can be released?"

The newly minted Simon looked at the names and military units in the team column and muttered in his heart.

"It would be great if it could be released, so that I could have some direct soldiers." He looked forward to this.

Finally, he looked at the amount of gold coins in the storage column, which was six thousand, seven hundred and eighty-three dinars.

This must be a huge sum of money.

Simon took out one with excitement, and suddenly, the golden round gold coin fell on his hand.

He weighed it and realized that the dinar was much lighter than the golden eagle in this world, only about half as big.

"In this case, there are many golden eagles who are only over three thousand."

Simon received the memory of his predecessor, so he had an understanding of the prices here.

One golden eagle is equal to twenty silver deer, one silver deer is equal to twelve silver sheep, and one silver sheep is equal to fifty bronze stars.

A plowing cow is worth about five silver deer, and a two-pound piece of black bread usually sells for two bronze stars.

It can be seen that Simon is really a rich man.

"A wonderful life is about to begin." He thought happily.

The carriage swayed for about an hour and then suddenly stopped.

He opened the curtain and glanced outside. A breeze suddenly blew in, bringing a cool feeling to his face.

This is a valley, lush and green everywhere, with many shrubs growing there, and mountains in the distance with lush forests.

"Sir Simon, we have arrived at the Marquis's military camp." The herald, Alan, left the coachman's position and said respectfully.

"Oh." Simon responded, staggered out of the car, raised his eyes, looked around, and stretched.

Riding in this kind of carriage is really not that wonderful. If the journey is any longer, you will be shaken and vomited.

The military camp of the Lord Marquis was built on the east hillside. Smoke was rising from the kitchen, and it was obvious that a fire was being lit for cooking.

The military camp is surrounded by log fences. There is a wooden arrow tower every 100 meters or so, and the planning is also neat.

Much better than the camp where the militia was called.

"Sir Simon, please come this way." Alan enthusiastically led the way.

He nodded, and then said to the pockmarked face and others: "You guys wait here for a while."

Everyone nodded.

Simon then followed Alan into the military camp.

The sentry at the door glanced at them but did not stop them.

The stench inside was overwhelming, with horse manure mixed with human feces, making people frown.

But Simon felt it was still within the tolerable range.

Maybe his nose became resistant a long time ago.

After walking about five or six hundred meters like this, the surrounding environment suddenly became better, and the horse dung and feces that could be seen everywhere disappeared.

And a large gray-white tent came into Simon's sight, and he instinctively knew that the Marquis was inside.

Because this tent is not only the largest, but also has red pattern carvings, and a double-headed eagle pattern is painted on the left side of the door.

He may not recognize the symbols of other nobles, but this pattern is the symbol of the royal family.

Simon was a militiaman brought by the king, so he naturally recognized him.

As he approached the big tent, the herald Yalan's footsteps became a little lighter.

They stopped outside the door, and Alan said to the guard at the door: "Bring Sir Simon here."

Immediately, a guard came in to announce the situation. Soon, the guard came back and said, "Your Majesty, please invite Sir Simon in."

After hearing this, Alan turned to look at Simon and said with a smile: "Sir, please come in."

He nodded and stepped in, his posture no different from his usual walking.

Inside was a tall, middle-aged man with a resolute face, wearing a red half-plate chainmail, who was cleaning a delicate dagger.

There seems to be a faint icy blue fluorescence flowing on this sword.

"Greetings to the Marquis!"

Simon bowed politely, searched for some noble salutes in his memory, and tried his best.

However, this ceremony was still performed sparsely and extremely poorly.

"Are you Jolon's only nephew? Your name is..."

"Your Majesty the Marquis, my name is Simon, and I am willing to die for you!" He hurriedly bent down and said.

Val smiled upon hearing this, put the dagger back into its sheath, and threw the cotton handkerchief on the table.

"Your uncle Jolon served as my soldier for seventeen years.

During the Battle of West Wind Pass, he risked his life to escort me out of the siege. He was brave and loyal, so I made him Baron of Valor.

Before his death, his son Thrall chose the surname Horun for your family, and now you can only inherit it.

What a lucky little guy. How old is he? "

As Marquis Val spoke, he took out a half-meter-long parchment roll and a lacquered letter from the drawer.

"Reporting to the Marquis, I am sixteen years old this year."

Marquis Val nodded and handed the parchment and the lacquered letter forward. Simon respectfully went over and bent down to catch it.

"This is the map of the land of Cisse and my letter of certification. Take the relics of Jorun and Thrall and go to the Golden Eagle City to receive the canonization from His Majesty the King.

By the way, you'd better hire a team of reliable mercenaries. "

After Marquis Val said this, he took out the dagger from his waist and began to wipe it.

"Yes! Thank you, Lord Marquis, for your advice and gift!" Simon bent down and saluted again, and then exited the tent.

"Sir Simon, please come with me." A soldier wearing half-length pierced armor and full-length chain mail greeted him.

Simon nodded and followed, and they finally stopped outside a gray tent not far away.

"Sir Sal's relics are inside, please take them away." After the guard finished speaking, he stood by the door.

Simon walked in, and the first thing he saw were two urns, and then two pairs of scarred armors.

One was a half-plate chain armor. The chest armor was hit with holes everywhere, and the chain armor was also full of holes and stained with blood.

The other one was a half-body piece of pierced armor lined with chain mail, and its chest and right shoulder were smashed to pieces with blunt objects.

"I'll go, this father and son are so miserable." Simon thought to himself.

In addition to these two pieces of broken armor, there was also a two-handed sword and a hammer, which were covered with deep or shallow scratches.

After Simon looked at it, he reached out to look at the contents of the bag on the side.

In addition to some low-value sundries, there was a money bag, which made a crisp sound when you squeezed it slightly. There were a lot of gold coins in it.

There was also a parchment book with only three pages of content, and the outside was stained with traces of blood.

Turn to the first page, and in the upper left corner is written the Fire Rider Breathing Technique.

Simon's heart moved and he immediately put this thing into the storage column.

This is a treasure and will not be spread outside. The laws of the kingdom state that non-nobles are not allowed to learn it, and if discovered, they will be executed immediately.

Simon picked up the urn and the linen bag. He couldn't move the two pieces of broken armor and weapons, so he had to ask the guards to help him carry them to the entrance of the military camp.

At this time, there were only Pockmarked Face and five fellow militiamen sitting in a grass nest waiting outside. The carriages and cavalry had all left.

Seeing Simon come out, they all stood up and came closer.

He turned back and looked at the military camp again, and said to himself: "From now on, I will start a new chapter with a new identity. Princes, generals, ministers, I would rather have my own kind!"

A time-traveler who has ambition but no ambition is better to hang himself where he is.

"Simon...Sir." The pock-marked young man looked excited at first, but suddenly he became a little timid.

"We are good brothers who grew up together. If I become rich, I will never forget you."

Simon smiled and patted his shoulder and said.

The five people smiled when they heard this, but their expressions became more and more respectful.

Among them, there were those who were quick-witted and quickly stepped forward to pick up the remaining pieces of armor and weapons.

For them, this is a rare opportunity to cross class.

If you can be canonized as a knight, you will be considered to have entered the noble class.