Time Travel? Rebirth? I Will Win This Time!

Deep in the night, two men in black were hiding in the dark bushes, vigilantly staring at the path up the mountain.

"Caaw" "Caaw" "Caaw"

Three shrill crow calls came. The two men knew it was the brothers coming to change the guard, but still secretly drew their weapons and stood on guard. After confirming the identity of the brothers coming to change the guard by exchanging secret signals, the two men sheathed their weapons and turned to leave.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred!

The two leaving men stared in disbelief at the daggers piercing their hearts, seemingly unable to believe that the brothers who had changed the guard had turned into enemies. But there was no time to think. They wanted to sound the alarm, but their mouths were tightly covered. Their bodies struggled a few times and finally went limp.

The sentry posts inside the mountain were successively assassinated. Because the attackers were their own people, almost no noise was made.

In the seemingly calm darkness, countless black shadows surged towards the room of their leader like a dark tide.

The stone door of the stone chamber opened silently.

A big man in black walked in alone.

" 'Hundred Faces', come out. I know you've already noticed."

Only silence answered him.

The big man seemed a bit impatient and clapped his hands. His men brought up some women and children.

A dagger was silently placed on the big man's neck, but the big man just sneered contemptuously.

" 'Hundred Faces', you are the current Old Man of the Mountain! I know that no matter what the circumstances, I will only have a dead end if I confront you."

"But you're too soft-hearted! You care too much about your people."

"You can kill me and everyone here, but these women and children, as well as the people in the village, will still die!"

Seemingly noticing the big man's words, the men in black simultaneously pointed their weapons at the women and children.

"Yibin, they are also your people. Why do you raise your sword against them?" The robed man behind the dagger said faintly.

"Isn't it because of your cowardice!" Yibin roared, "Have you forgotten the massacre twenty years ago?"

"Every night I saw my parents brutally killed in front of me! My sister was thrown into the well alive!"

The flames in Yibin's eyes burned fiercely, and he couldn't wait to devour his enemies alive.

"And you! You should have led us to revenge! But you groveled to the enemies who killed our relatives!"

"You're blinded by hatred! Our people are simply unable to resist the Crusaders. Now, conflicting with them is simply sending our people to their deaths!" The robed man also couldn't help but get angry.

"Then should we just keep waiting, waiting for those scums to slowly suck our bones and marrow?"

After a long silence, the robed man finally said faintly, "Saladin has risen in Egypt. He will unite the believers and declare war on the Crusaders."

"Rely on that heretic? If he wins, we will only live a more humiliating life!" Yibin ignored the dagger on his neck and turned around to stare directly at the robed man, "I will lead the people to take revenge on those scums."

"And you, you coward, surrender! Enough blood has been shed tonight. I don't think you want to see more of our people die because of your decision."

"Where is my brother, Abel?"

Yibin laughed loudly, "He? He's here."

A man in black walked out of the crowd, revealing a young but fanatical face.

After a long while, the robed man finally dropped the dagger.

"You bastard! You will kill everyone sooner or later!"

"Before that, I will send those scums to hell!" Yibin laughed cruelly.Business in the Market

Three days had passed since moving into the manor. Mike Bai was sitting at the main table with a serious look on his face.

"Oh no! This is really bad."

Mike Bai carefully looked at the small money box in front of him, which was said to contain the wealth of the Adler family.

"There are only 400 gold nomi at most, plus 500 silver dinars and some copper fenni. Among them, 250 gold nomi were the dividends from the last business deal."

Mike Bai covered his face. He had known his uncle was poor, but he didn't expect it to be this bad.

"This amount of money is just enough to buy a manor!"

Mike Bai silently calculated in his heart, "I've spent a lot of money these days helping my uncle pave the way and buy the manor. Moreover, so many people in the manor need a lot of money for food and drink every day."

"Forget it. I imported some goods from Constantinople. Let's see how much money I can make first."

Mike Bai took Anna, William and Demore and drove a caravan to the market.

The market was bustling. Here, you could see the Venetians in green vests bargaining with the Arabs in white turbans, the chestnut-haired Romans scolding the black-haired Moors, and even the blond Danes drinking with the Barbary people.

Looking at this diverse crowd, Mike Bai was momentarily stunned, as if he had returned to his previous life.

Until Anna pulled his little hand, Mike Bai came to his senses and shook the unrealistic thoughts out of his head with a smile.

Mike Bai found a Roman merchant and began to sell his goods.

"Boss, look at this carving and craftsmanship. This is a master sculpture from Constantinople."

The boss took Mike Bai's sample and carefully examined it, "The thing is good. I'll take them all at 10 dinars each."

"What? Boss, do you know that Constantinople has become a hell on earth because of a riot? There will be no merchants to supply you for a long time in the future."

Mike Bai paused and continued, "Moreover, we risked our lives to get this batch of goods. On the way to escape, when we were most helpless and lost, only these masterpieces inspired us silently with their great bodies. They are simply our spiritual mentors, but now we have to sell them."

Anna turned her head away in embarrassment as she listened to Mike Bai's bragging.

The boss narrowed his eyes slightly and put down the sculpture in his hand, "So?"

"Add the price! 20 silver dinars each!"

After further bargaining, Mike Bai still sold all the "spiritual mentors" at 18 silver dinars each.

"Hahaha!" Mike Bai took the money he had just received, "I didn't expect the riot in Constantinople to increase the price of this batch of goods so much! I made a profit! I made a profit!"

Mike Bai noticed Anna's suddenly gloomy expression and realized he had said something wrong.

"Anna, I didn't mean it! I... just..." Mike Bai was at a loss. "Shall I sing you a song, uh... or shall I make you something nice?"

Looking at Mike Bai's funny appearance, Anna burst out laughing.

"Ah, I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to mention those things." Mike Bai scratched his head sheepishly.

"It's okay." Anna glanced at Mike Bai and then lowered her head, unconsciously thinking of the little boy who had stood in front of her, and felt her face getting a little hot.

Mike Bai continued to stroll around the market, looking for business opportunities.

Looking at the big turban who was selling spices, Mike Bai sighed, "Spices are profitable, but the channels are all controlled by the Venetians and Genoese. If I rashly get involved, I'm afraid I'll be eaten up."

Then he looked at the equally busy herbal medicine merchants. Mike Bai scratched his head, "I don't know anything about herbal medicines. How do I know what sells well and what doesn't?"

Mike Bai looked around. The next best-selling thing was fruit, but fruit is not easy to preserve.

So, the only business he could do was this. Mike Bai looked at a yellow fluffy sheep at his feet and smiled.

In the eyes of this sheep, this two-legged beast suddenly looked at it with a terrifying smile, which immediately made its heart pound wildly. After a while, it couldn't stand the strange gaze and ran away with a "baa".

Mike Bai looked at the running sheep strangely, "Does this sheep know I'm going to shear its wool?"

No longer daydreaming, Mike Bai began to plan his business strategy, "The first thing to do if you want to do the wool business is very simple."

"Uncle Efred!" Mike Bai once again put on an innocent and sly smile and found Knight Efred who happened to be in the tavern.

"My dear little nephew, what difficulties have you encountered again?" Efred looked at Mike Bai eagerly, as if looking at a big wallet.

"Your wallet dropped at my house last time." Mike Bai looked around and handed over a bulging wallet.

Efred just took a sip of wine first and smiled playfully.

"Old fox." Mike Bai thought to himself angrily, but on the surface, he still smiled innocently and said, "Uncle Efred, as a model knight and a loyal defender of the Lord, you must have good relationships with many people, right?"

"I didn't expect even you, Mike Bai, to know this!" Efred laughed loudly.

"Then I don't know if uncle knows the blacksmiths, carpenters and builders in the knight order. I want to build several windmills." Mike Bai immediately burst into acting, with tears almost falling, "Uncle is gone. I want to eat some bread from my hometown, but there's not even a mill."

"Little fox!" Efred judged in his heart, but on the surface, he showed a concerned expression, "Poor little Mike Bai, leave this to me, uncle. I promise to find the best craftsmen for you."

"Really? Then I'll leave it to you, uncle!" Mike Bai immediately stopped crying, as if a wish had been fulfilled.

The two were evenly matched and then said a few words before leaving.The Windmill Plan

The next morning, there were a lot of people at the manor gate before Mike Bai woke up.

"That old fox is quite efficient in getting things done after taking the money!" Mike Bai thought.

Mike Bai called everyone together and told them his plan. He wanted to build five large windmills on the south side of the manor and then build several large houses next to the windmills.

After that, Mike Bai called the blacksmith and the carpenter and drew the structure diagram of his windmill. It was narrower at the top and wider at the bottom. The roof was not fixed on the wall but supported by a pulley and a rotatable "lid". A wooden shaft extended from one side of the roof, with four windmill blades on it. Each blade was about 10 meters long. At the other end of the wooden shaft, there was a transmission gear set and a transmission shaft. When the wind drove the wooden shaft to rotate, it could drive the mechanical movement through the gear set and the transmission shaft. At the same time, there was a wooden pole on the other side of the roof that almost reached the ground, so that the direction of the windmill could be adjusted at any time to control the speed.

When Mike Bai told his "ingenious idea", a middle-aged blacksmith couldn't help but exclaim.

"Sir, we have built many windmills before, but because the wind in the desert is always unpredictable and the windmill is easy to break due to excessive speed, but if it is designed like this, the windmill can work more stably."

"I still have something better!" Mike Bai thought to himself and immediately arranged for the craftsmen to start working.

At this time, Anna came over and asked curiously, "Mike Bai, what is a windmill?"

"Windmill," Mike Bai sighed, "maybe it's a little bit of my nostalgia."