The Jonah River is not wide, the water depth is not enough in many places, and the water level drops in winter, so most of the boats still sailing on the river are small river boats, and only one three-masted boat docked at the riverbank pier is the largest.

The ship was clearly a converted seagoing vessel, seventy feet long and twenty-six wide, with square mainsails and foremast, a spinnaker on the sternmast, a mid-mast sail on the mainmast, and an auxiliary sail on the bottom—sails that were pinched at the bow or stern to enhance the sailing area. Two decks, which were supposed to have three but the bottom was leveled to accommodate the river channel, the freeboard was higher, and the stern was ruddered, but the bow and stern forts were simplified.

"My lord, this carak galleon was converted from a sea vessel, named Jonah after the river, and belonged to the City Guard of Paris. It was responsible for transporting rations for the Paris City Guard. You will travel along the river from Auxerre to the city of Paris on this sailboat. Sandra walked up to Art and gave Art a brief introduction to the origin of the boat on the dock to reassure the employer.

Arte's knowledge of the ships of this era is limited to the memories in his mind, but the first time he saw the sailing ships of this era made him feel very disappointed, there is no imaginary feeling of sailing on the waves, the sailboats in front of him are not small, but the body is in tatters, and there are traces of repair in many places on the side of the ship. The only thing that made Art feel a little better was that the sailors who were busy walking on the deck of the ship were not as tattered and hideous as they had imagined, except that they were slightly cleaner than the city laborers.

Without paying much attention to other issues, Art asked Sandra, "Have you negotiated the cost of the boat?"

"My lord, it's winter, and the boat is a little slower, it takes about five days from Auxerre to Paris, so the cost is a little more expensive, fifteen pfennigs per person, twenty pfennigs for horses, and thirty pfennigs for carriages, and if you need food on board, you will pay for it separately, but the crew and sailors don't eat very well, so I suggest you prepare enough food and grain and grass on the shore in advance." Sandra had already negotiated the price with the captain of the sailboat, and although Sandra didn't ask much, talk or look at it all the way, he was sure that this group of people was not good, so he didn't plan to rip off customers with the captain, and the price was very fair.

Of course, Art didn't know that the price was already very cheap, but he had more important things to deal with, and he didn't bother to bother with these little things, and now that Sandra had already negotiated, he nodded in agreement.

The group stepped onto the pier pier and headed for the Jonah.

Walking to the end of the trestle, a man was directing the crew and laborers to carry bags of grain to the cabin and stack them. Dressed in a tight leather coat and trousers, rabbit leather boots, a cowhide belt around his waist, and a captain's hat, he was not very tall from behind, and belonged to the kind of ordinary people who would never be recognized when put into the crowd.

"Hadev!" Sandra shouted at the man.

The man pretended to be overdone when he heard the sound, and his expression did not change at all.

Sandra hurried up to Art and said to the man named Hadev, "This is the lord I told you about, and he and his men are going to carry two carriages and nine horses to Paris."

Hadev looked at Arte's outfit and the priest and guards behind him, and guessed that Art must be a nobleman, so he took off his hat out of politeness and bowed slightly to show respect.

Art didn't intend to put up a show in front of these people, he took the initiative to greet the man, "Hello Captain Hadoff, I have been sent to Paris by the fate of the Bishop of Burgundy, and I will be bothering you for the next few days. ”

"It is my pleasure to serve you, and I ask you and your retinue to come here after dark to-night with your wagon and cargo, and I have reserved a place for you and your retinue. Be prepared, though, that this is a ship carrying food, and the cabin is not very comfortable, and for reasons you know, your entourage is not allowed to leave the cabin at will. Of course, you and the priest must come and go at will. ”

Adam didn't say anything more, and asked Ron to calculate the fare and hand it to Hadev.

"Thank you, sir! It's dark tonight, so please be on time. With that, Hadev took his money bag and stepped on the plank, got on the boat, and disappeared into the tail fort......

After returning to the warehouse, Art sent people into Auxerre City to buy some bread, bacon, beer, and other food, and specially instructed them to buy some apples, frozen pears, oranges, plums and other fruits and vegetables, although most nobles believed that these fruits could only be stewed before eating, but Art preferred to eat directly after washing.

"My lord, the food and drinks are ready." Dawson, who was in charge of the shopping, returned to the warehouse and found the Ate Newspaper in the courtyard.

"Good." Art nodded.

"Ron!" Art called out to Ron as he walked out of the hold.

"What happened to our precious cargo?" Art asked.

Ron had planned to go into the house to rest for a while, but when he heard Art's inquiry, he quickly turned to Art, "Sir, the guy who fell off the carriage and fell into the stream during the detour seems to be sick and very sick, and his forehead is as hot as a burning fire. Father Robert poured him some medicinal soup, not knowing if he would make it to Paris. ”

Art knew the unlucky fellow, and when the convoy was detouring past a stream and shallows, he was rolled off the carriage by the rocks and fell into the icy water, and as a "cargo", no one cared if he would get sick, so he found a piece of felt cloth to cover him and continued on his way.

"People are there for you, and if something goes wrong, you have to find a way to solve it yourself. I want you to promise that there must be breath in his nostrils before the Inquisition pries the truth out of his mouth. ”

Ron touched his head after hearing this, he was not a healer, and the battlefield first aid he learned from the parish academy and the military academy could not deal with this kind of internal injury.

"Master~this~I~" Ron didn't dare to refute Art's order, the "goods" were indeed his own responsibility.

Art didn't intend to embarrass Ron, he said to Ron: "You go to the spice shop in the city and buy a dozen of the strongest chili peppers, boil them in a clay pot, pour them on him when they are a little hot, and then cover them with a thick quilt, and if you are lucky, you should be cured, at least you can make it to the execution stakes of the Inquisition." ”

"Since you are responsible for the captives, you will pay for the chili peppers." Art added.

"Huh? The price of things in the spice shop~" Ron was a little distressed.

"If you have a better way to hang him from his life, you can save half a copper coin." Art didn't care about a mortal man, but now this guy was still useful, so he had to make sure that the "goods" made it to the Inquisition in Paris alive.

Ron left with his head bowed and dejected, a dozen expensive chili peppers costing him days of military pay.

Ron had just left when Stanley, who was in charge of the sentry, came in with Sandra, "My lord, Sandra is leaving him to say goodbye to you." ”

Sandra is a gambler who doesn't like to talk much, and she has done it all the way without saying much, asking or looking at it, and is a competent "guide".

"Honorable lord, I have completed my mission, now it is time for me to go back to my casino for a comfortable winter, if you need me in the future, please go directly to the village to find me." Sandra bowed to Arte.

"Thank you, my friend, and I'm sure we'll meet again." Art nodded slightly in return......

"This smell~ really smells bad, smellier than a pig shed."

In the lower cabin of the Jonah, seven or eight task force soldiers were crowded into a confined and small space, the cabin was very dark, because it could not be lit, all the light came from a wind lamp above everyone's heads, perhaps because the wind lamp shade had been smoked into a dark gray by oil smoke for too many years, and the flames of corduroy could not penetrate at all.

The gloomy environment was filled with the stench that filled the air, and the grain ships were not only transporting grains such as wheat, barley and black beans, but also chickens, ducks, pigs and sheep, which had to be alive before they arrived in Paris, so the Jonah's bilge was used to hold the livestock, and the soldiers of the task force, along with the Assasin prisoners, were crammed into the space vacated by the bilge.

"It's not as good as our war horse, the war horse can at least stand in the deck Ma Peng and blow the river wind at any time." The soldier continued to complain.

Stanley slapped the soldier on the head and scolded, "You can't stand it, Lord Ron is huddled here like us, you see he has complained a word." If you twitch again, I'll tie you with a rope and throw you into the river and drag you away. ”

Glancing at Ron, who was sitting silently in the corner and squinting to rest, the complaining guy immediately stopped chattering.

After scolding the soldiers, Stanley approached Ron and said, "Everyone is so boring, Lord Ron, can you tell us about the battle with the Schwabens?" In order to ease the anxiety and depression of the soldiers, Stanley proposed that Ron tell the story of the battle.

Ron was also quite depressed, he stayed on the Jonah for two days, he felt that it was longer than a week, except for the night to quietly walk on the deck to blow the river breeze for a while, the rest of the time was not seen, even a breath of fresh air was a luxury, fortunately, occasionally the crew came down to remind the morning, noon and evening time, the soldiers in a state of chaos only knew how many days had passed, if it weren't for the military background and reverence for military law and officers, the soldiers would have begun to stir up trouble and vent.

Ron turned his head to look at the Assasin captives beside him, who were wrapped in a felt blanket with his limbs bound, a few bowls of spicy hot soup, and a day covered by the felt blanket, and his condition really improved.

Ron got up and kicked the guy on the ground who had spent his eight copper coins, clapped his hands, and said, "Okay, I'll tell you about the battle where the Lord took us to attack the southern estate of Biltenberg......

A group of soldiers sat around Ron, the only pastime they had for their choreary journey.

In a small vacated utility room on the first deck of the Jonah, Art and Father Robert each had a plank bed.

As the highest nobleman and God's messenger priest, Art and Robert were naturally treated differently, and the captain named Hadev did not smile but did not even understand this minimum etiquette, and after seeing Art and Robert returning to the ship, he ordered the crew to vacate a slightly secluded utility room as a separate cabin for two people.

Art picked up a wine glass and handed it to Father Robert, who was sitting on the edge of the bed praying, and asked, "Father Robert, you are a member of the church, do you think we can win all this time?" ”

Robert opened his eyes, "Lord Art, once this matter reaches the Inquisition, the Dean family will definitely die. However, it will not be so easy to take down the Count of Bernard. It was the Dean family who was in contact with Assasin all the time, and it was the Dean family who financed them, and there was no direct incriminating evidence against Bernard except in the city of Thorne. ”

"It's enough to bring down the Dean family." The maggot of the tarsal bone was about to be destroyed, and a thick killing intent appeared in Art's eyes.

In late December, before the Feast of Christ's Mass, the city of Paris, the capital of the French Empire, was immersed in a lively atmosphere, and people poured into the streets to prepare the items needed for the festival.

Although for most civilians, the so-called festival is only a small piece of bread smeared with honey, two bites of a bone with little minced meat, and a sip of inferior beer, they are satisfied.

At the confluence of the Seine and Marne rivers at a cargo terminal called Charenton, two two-wheeled and four-wheeled horse-drawn carriages are slowly moving along the wide carriage road leading from the quayside to the Île de la Cité in the heart of Paris.

On each of the two carriages was a cross, on which were two dying fellows, and on close inspection were two infidels gagged with rags, and in the second carriage there was a man with limbs bound and gagged in rags, slumped and asleep.

The crowd of onlookers on both sides of the road exclaimed, the Holy Land had just ended, the Holy Land had been captured by the infidels, and the warriors who survived from the Holy Land boasted of the brutality of the heretics in order to save their heroic image, so these hearsay civilians saw that the two infidels had retreated one after another, and the more daring ones pointed at the two fellows on the cross.

In front of the carriage, a priest dressed in long white clothes, tied with a holy rope and a holy belt, and wearing a cross jacket walked at the head of the line with a solemn face holding a cross in his hand; A young man who looked like a noble knight wearing chain mail, a white cloak, and a knight's sword at his waist followed behind the priest, and four young men with short swords escorted the carriage.

The procession swaggered along the bustling riverbank carriageway towards Notre-Dame Cathedral in the heart of Paris, on the Ile de la Cité, home to the French Patriarch and the most authoritative inquisition in the entire French Empire.

The sudden appearance of the procession slowly marched less than half a mile, and a dozen heavily armed soldiers of the Paris City Guard rushed to the street when they heard the news.

The guards stopped the way of the procession, and a man who looked like a commander walked out of the procession and came to the priest, stopped and looked at the carriage and the two heretics on the cross, and then at the guards next to the carriage and the man who looked like a noble knight walking behind the priest, bowed slightly to the priest in solemn vestments, and asked, "Dear priest, may God bless you." Where are you from? What's going on in Paris? What are these people behind you doing? ”

The priest raised his head, lifted the hood of the cross, drew a cross on his chest, and replied: "I am Robert Reber, a priest from the diocese of Besançon in the Count of Burgundy, and behind me is Atwood Wells, a knight of the court guard of the Count of Burgundy and a baron of the frontiers. It was God's will that these two infidels, along with Judas, who had rebelled against the Holy Lord, be brought to the Inquisition to be punished by God. ”

Robert raised his voice, "These two pagans were raised by a merchant family named Dean in the Count of Burgundy, and formed a pagan assassination group called 'Assasin' in an attempt to assassinate all the noble believers who believed in God......"

"Thankfully, Baron Arter, a brave and pious saint warrior, saw through their ruse and led his warriors to annihilate the devil......"

Robert's voice became louder and louder, and more and more Parisians gathered around, and people exclaimed.

After hearing this, the commander of the guard knew that the matter was too big, so he hurriedly sent people to the Cathedral of Notre-Dame de la Cité in Paris.

After a while, a procession led by a cardinal rushed towards the docks......

Such a sensational heresy occurred before the Mass of Christ, and in less than half a day the city of Paris was in an uproar.

Of course, this boiling incident is also inseparable from a few foreigners who suddenly appeared in the city of Paris to spread the word......

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Chapter 260: Arrival in Paris