I built a manor in the Middle Ages

Chapter 51: Spoils of War and Departure
The night's battle left both Luc and Luke scarred, but also fruitful.

I returned to the fenced yard in the second half of the night, tied up my horse, and had a sleep exhausted. The next morning, the weather had cleared up. It seemed that last night was a typical thunderstorm.

Luke asked Ryan to find a bunch of herbs to apply on the wounds of the two men, and then he walked out of the yard to count all the captured spoils.

"A small bag of half-eaten peas, a large sack of oats, a ragged coat of leather, half a block of moldy cheese, a suit of ill-fitting linen, a sheepskin water-skin, and six sous in silver."

"Master, this Henry is too poor!"

Ryan covered his forehead with his hands. He had thought that the wandering knight would be very poor, but he didn't expect him to be so poor. The most valuable things on his body were actually the steel sword and the warhorse.

Luc was not too surprised. As a wandering knight, why would he wander around if he wasn't poor?

Pick up a big bag of oats. This is horse feed and must be kept. Maybe some can be planted this year. Oats are not only for livestock to eat. In another time and space, it is even a very nutritious food.

I opened the bag of peas again, but unfortunately, the peas had been fried and could not be planted.

He threw it to Ryan and said, "Here, have it as a snack."

"Thank you, sir!"

Ryan took the peas with surprise, took a handful and put them in his mouth. The master looked down on this thing, but he liked it very much.

He had poked a hole in the leather armor, but it was still usable, which was better than nothing. He gave it to Ryan as well to serve as his future protective gear.

The ill-fitting linens were also kept, so Luc and Ryan only had one set of clothes.

He didn't want the cheese. The sheepskin water bag was a perfect match for his deerskin water bag. He washed it carefully and gave it back to Ryan. He wasn't a germaphobe anyway.

Finally, he picked up the six-sou coin and shook it next to his ear. Six sous was approximately equal to seventy-two pfennigs, which was not a lot, just a little more than an ordinary worker's monthly salary.

This needs to be saved by yourself.

Together with the fifteen pfennigs left over from the previous trip to Cooper Castle, they were all packed into a wooden box.

"what?"

Suddenly, the sharp-eyed Luc reached out and picked up a string of shining pendants from the linen. He strung them together with his fingers and held them up to the sun, saying in surprise:
"A silver cross!"

Henry has this kind of treasure?

"cross?"

Ryan was immediately attracted by these words and quickly turned his head.

The cross gleamed in the sunlight, clearly a genuine silver cross.

Ryan's eyes lit up. Unlike Luc who was concerned about the cross because it was made of silver, he had a heartfelt respect for the holy object like the cross.

"It seems that God is not on Henry's side. Even though he has the cross, he is still a false believer."

Ryan thought of Henry's death and said, "After all, God is just. He won't like a knight who invades other people's homes."

Luke did not deny Ryan's words. It didn't matter whether he agreed in his heart or not, but he had to agree with it verbally.

"Put the cross away. It's our keepsake. It will surely bring us good luck in the future."

Ryan quickly took it with both hands.

He admired Master Luke for everything except his devout prayer to God. Ryan always felt that if possible, a church should be built in the mountains so that even without priests, they could pray regularly.

As if seeing through Ryan's thoughts, Luke smiled and said, "Don't worry, God will have mercy on us."

"And it will be soon." After looting all of Henry's things, Luc hung the fine steel sword that he had taken on the wall, and naturally gave the dagger to Ryan.

The arrows that Henry had taken away were also retrieved.

He turned back to the courtyard and stood in front of the Percheron horse.

The docile warhorse was a little uneasy when he saw Luc, and kept pacing.

Once a warhorse is captured, it cannot become someone else's mount immediately. It requires a taming process to allow the horse to build trust with the person and adapt to the new environment. Then the person can ride the horse and slowly become familiar with its conditions.

Luke didn't do much, he just took out some food from the oat bag and handed it to the warhorse's mouth bit by bit.

Luc's relatively calm behavior gradually calmed the warhorse's anxiety. After a while, the instinct of hunger gradually drove it to put its mouth into Luc's palm, and then it began to eat bit by bit.

Luc smiled, and while the horse was eating, he carefully placed his hand on the warhorse's thick hairy neck and slowly stroked it.

It seems that this warhorse is easier to tame than imagined.

The following days returned to peace. First, Luc re-surveyed the surroundings of the forest, and then he felt relieved when he found that there was no third person. However, Henry's incident also sounded the alarm for Luc.

Maybe no nobles will come here, but there is no guarantee that a wandering knight will appear at any time, so the development of the forest needs to be accelerated, or the steps should be a little bigger. At least this kind of thing cannot become a serious threat to ourselves.

Secondly, while recovering from his injuries, Luc began to receive warhorse riding training.

When Henry cleared away the mess, he found one more item - the saddle.

At this time, the saddle was relatively simple and low, and had begun to wear out due to wind and sun. Luc had never ridden a horse before, and riding a horse was not an easy task, as difficult as training archery. However, with the help of stirrups, Luc was able to quickly ride his warhorse for a simple walk.

Recalling Henry's twists and turns on the horse, Luc, who finally realized how difficult it was to ride a horse, had to sincerely praise his excellent riding skills.

After a few days, after learning to ride a horse at a small trot, Luc took out his long sword and waved it ostentatiously on horseback, satisfying his little vanity of riding and killing. Then he set about his business.

During this period, he was mainly recovering from his injuries and training horses, while Ryan took the opportunity to make a batch of furniture for the new house.

First of all, there was the bed. This time it was a pure wooden bed, no longer a stone platform made of stone. The thick wooden board was matched with the four corner legs, and it was covered with bedding made of ram skin, and soft thatch was padded underneath. It was very comfortable to lie on.

The second thing was a huge wooden table. The shabby hinges couldn't hold too many things, and it always seemed crowded when two people ate together, so Ryan rebuilt the wooden table, which was six feet long, three feet wide, and two and a half feet high.

And what Luc called serious business was to pick up the failed papermaking business again!

This time, Luc did not fail again and completed it successfully!

The rough white paper was cut out from the paper mold. It was more like smoother and softer bark than paper, but it was enough for writing.

Ryan came over curiously, wanting to take a look at the treasure that Luke said was worth ten deerskins, but after looking around, he couldn't see what it looked like it was worth anything.

You can’t eat it, and you can’t wear it.

However, Ryan believed what Luc said, which made him even more confused.

"What's the point of not understanding it?"

Seeing Ryan nodded, Luc smiled and patted his shoulder, "It's okay, you'll understand soon. How are the things I asked you to pack?"

"Master, it's all done!"

"Okay, in that case, we'll set off early tomorrow morning!"

The next morning, Luc was on his warhorse, a steel knight's sword and dagger slung at his waist, a leather shield slung across his back, a deerskin water bag slung to the left of his saddle, a bow and arrows dangling from the right, his mail mail securely bound with vines by his horse's tail. Lane followed beside him, wearing leather armor, carrying a short sword, and carrying provisions on his back. Little Charlie circled at his feet, and they reentered Kupel Castle, fully armed.

(End of this chapter)