Chapter 98 Complete Jacques’ last words
"That's not possible!" Charlie smiled and touched the back of his head.
"By the way, Charlie, can I stay at your house? It's a rainy day. If I don't place the horses properly, I'm afraid they will get sick."
"Okay! I happen to have a stable at home! I will show you the way"
"Don't lead the way, just get in the car." With that said, Simon moved his buttocks to indicate that there was still one person left in the driving seat.
Charlie greeted the brothers at the pavilion over there, then stepped on the pedal, climbed up, and sat on the high point of the carriage.
Under Charlie's guidance, the carriage bypassed the house where the housekeeper was located and headed towards a village in the manor.
The rainy night enveloped the village in the manor, and the whole world seemed to be swallowed up by darkness and gray, and any trace of life was erased by the drizzle.
Even Simon would shrink his neck unconsciously when he drove by on the street.
This place is completely different from the coldness and despair of Skaar Village. It lacks vitality and seems to be slowly being swallowed by some invisible force.
Even Charlie, who was sitting next to him, became dull after the initial excitement.
"The conditions of my family are actually quite good. We have a two-story house, 30 acres of land, and we have horses, cows and sheep. Even among free people, it is quite good."
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"But I don't know why, since I left Skaar Village, I have been depressed."
"Everything here is so depressing, you can see a lifetime at a glance."
"The priest of the church, the weekly mass is boring, the housekeeper is trying to exploit him, and the father of the Jacques family next door passed away in an accident, and the family was missing a pillar for a while."
"By the way, how is Jacques now? If possible, can we bring him back? After all, who would have thought that a good person would die inexplicably..."
The raindrops on the eaves beside the road continued to drip onto the ground, causing tiny ripples and making a thin sound, like countless whispers lingering in the ears, cold and bone-chilling.
Facing Charlie's question, even Simon couldn't answer it for a while.
He turned to ask: "How is the situation of the Jacques family now?"
"Jacques's mother and Jacques' sister support the family, and he also has a six-year-old brother. Now his family lacks a man who can take care of things, which is very sad. Even if I can help, but It’s not easy to interfere too much..."
Charlie's voice was a little erratic, gradually fading into this gray world.
Just when Simon was about to say something, Charlie suddenly tugged on his clothes.
"Look, that's my home, here it is!"
Along with Charlie's excited tone, the silence around him also dissipated a little.
With Charlie's help, Simon drove the carriage into the backyard of his house and sent the two horses into the stable to dry them off.
While these things were busy, the carriage door was pushed open from the inside, and a man stepped out of the carriage.
When Charlie saw him, he couldn't help but be stunned, and then asked with some confusion: "Prophet?"
He was not sure, because the person in front of him had a completely different temperament from the ones he had seen before.
If the prophet he saw in the past was like a star that illuminated everything around him, then the Garris he saw now was no different from a Frankish farmer.
The shabby linen clothes on his body and the dust stains on his face made him perfectly blend into this dark and gray world, no longer different from the past. "Charlie, long time no see. I came here because I have something to tell you. Jacques has agreed to your marriage to Emma."
"Huh?"
For a moment, in Charlie's eyes, the entire village had transformed from a gloomy dreamland into a colorful world. The non-existent light seemed to break out of the cocoon of the night, dispelling all the chill brought by the rainy night.
A smile appeared on Garris's dusty face, which was no different from that of an ordinary Frank. That smile was as gentle as the morning sun, completely erasing the remnants of darkness.
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When the morning light shined through the window and into the room, Garris also woke up from his sleep.
According to the original plan, he should have simply asked Simon to take him to Fort Karak in a carriage, but after anointing the wounded last night, Garris changed his mind.
Anyway, it's on the way. Garris plans to visit Labrette Manor and Jacques' family first. If he can be of any help, he will try his best to help.
And if you want to collect interest in advance, you need to prepare in advance. It is very convenient to start from this manor.
On the other hand, Garris has completed a basic survey of the yeoman villages and Arab towns under the Kingdom of Jerusalem.
However, there has not yet been a systematic understanding of the estates under the Kingdom of Jerusalem.
Unlike the yeoman villages far away from the center of Leonard's governance, the manor was the real cornerstone of the rule of the feudal lords of Western Europe.
The voluntary labor of serfs on the lords' allotments brought the most direct land output to the lords.
While owning large tracts of land, free people would receive military training and become the main force in the conscripts as good sons of the Celestial Empire.
The richest freemen among them can even take on cavalry service. Although they are not knights, they are also the backbone of the battlefield.
But how does all this process work? Gareth was actually not very clear. The knowledge from later generations gave him at most a rough impression, which may not even be correct.
The first-hand historical records about the history of the Kingdom of Jerusalem had long been burned in flames with Saladin's invasion.
And Garris spent most of the first half of his life in palaces and castles, and did not know much about the real grassroots manor life.
Therefore, for future development, Garris must continue to go deep into the grassroots to understand the people's lifestyle, their sufferings and pursuits.
Different from disguising himself as a monk before, since there are often formal churches in the manor, in order to avoid trouble and better gain the trust of the farmers, Garris chose to wear the most ordinary shabby linen clothes to make himself look like a monk. Just like ordinary farmers.
As for his identity, it is actually quite easy to disguise. Just say that he is a relative of Charlie. Because the original village was hit by bandits, it is enough to come here specially to seek refuge.
Charlie's family, in the Labrete Manor, is relatively close to the upper class in terms of status and wealth.
Because of their status as free people, they were not bound to the land like serfs. It was actually quite normal to have some distant relatives that no one in the manor had ever seen.
Now, a new preliminary investigation has begun. Gareth will not spend too much time here. A few days are enough to leave a rough impression and complete Jacques's last words.
First update, today I started rubbing my hands slowly to find the feeling
(End of chapter)