On Lucesen's first day, Art and the two had a good night's sleep at the inn, and after getting up for a simple breakfast, Art told Ron to go to the Castle Abbey in the west of the city to inquire about an elder monk named Olof Hannes, while Art himself traveled lightly and wandered around the city.

Back at the inn, Ron had already brought back the news he had heard from the Abbey.

Olof Hannes was no longer an elder friar, he had already been promoted to bishop and abbot of the Abbey of Serankev, and it is said that he would soon be promoted to bishop of the Archdiocese of Lucesen, during which time Olof Hannes supervised the renovation of the church in the north of the city at the Hwöv Cathedral.

At noon, the two of them had a sumptuous meal of honey-smeared roast goose and salt-and-pepper barbecue at the inn, which was the first time Art had eaten such delicious food himself, and although his stomach had adapted to the bland bread and wheat cereal, he still cherished the rich food.

After dinner, Art changed into a brown wool fine-woven gown that he had bought from a tailor's shop for a hundred pfenes, and Ron changed into a gray linen jacket worth fifty pfennigs, and the two became city merchants and retinues. Art and the two men went out of the inn with three gold cakes, went into the city bank guild, exchanged the three gold cakes for twenty-four large silver marks and one hundred and forty-four small silver shillings for thirty pfennigs, put the small silver coins into a white cotton money bag rusted with the Holy Cross, and took six small silver coins from the buckskin money bag and made them whole. One hundred and fifty small silver coins, which is the wages of an ordinary urban laborer for nearly three years without eating or drinking.

Out of the guild gate, Art took the two heavy money bags into his arms, patted them, and beckoned Ron, who was waiting outside the door, to turn over and go straight to the Hewov Cathedral in the north of the city.

The two walked through the bustling market, through the wide, flat square, to a church in the north of the city, which was busy with construction and renovation, where laborers and builders came and went, pushing wheelbarrows of bluestone bricks, carrying large sections of wood, or pointing with parchment drawings.

"Where's Dean Olof Hannes?" Art asked politely as he walked over to a builder who was drawing on a black wooden board.

The builder stopped the paintbrush in his hand, turned to look at the strange-looking guy in the long shirt and the sword merchant behind him, turned back and continued to paint, and said in a half-loud voice: "Abbot Orloff is in the chapel next to him, but you are obviously late, and now there is no work to be contracted on the whole construction site." ”

Art didn't say much, thanked the builder and led Ron to the side chapel.

Two sword-wielding guards at the door of the chapel stopped them, and Art smiled and said to one of them: "Your Excellency, I am an old man of Abbot Orlov, named Arthur Wells, please inform me. The two guards glanced at each other, one of them turned and entered the church, and the other let his guard down when he heard that it was the abbot's deceased.

After a while, the guard stepped out and said to Art, "Mr. Arthur Wells, the Dean, please come in. ”

"Please wait outside with your sword and retinue." The other guard politely addressed Art, who unsheathed his sword and handed it to Ron, telling Ron to wait outside, and then followed the messenger into the church.

The interior of the church is a dome structure, with more than a dozen stone pillars supporting the top of the church, and a cross-shaped hole carved into the altar, from which sunlight penetrates to form a cross beam. Abbot Olof Hannes knelt in front of the chapel statue, put his hands on the prayer platform, and bowed his head in silence. The guard stepped forward lightly and leaned over and whispered in the dean's ear, and Dean Orlof Hannis got up and turned to Art with the help of the guard, squinting at Art for a moment, and his face slowly changed.

"You're not Arthur Wells, who are you? Why impersonate him? Dean Orlov spoke in a bad tone, and the guard beside him put his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

Arte knelt down on one knee before Abbot Orlof and whispered, "Dear Bishop, I am not Arthur Wells, I am his son. ”

"Are you Arthur Wells' son?" Dean Orlov was still a little skeptical.

"Seven years ago, when you were a military priest. In a chapel northeast of the Holy Land of Irbid, you save a boy who was cut by a pagan and whose father later became your bodyguard. Art said as she ripped off her shirt, revealing a horrific scar on her shoulder.

"Oh God, you're little Art!" Dean Orloff was stunned, stepped forward to help Yat, and gave him a hug.

"God bless you, how did you come to Burgundy? Is your father okay? Dean Orloff took Yat to a nearby bench and sat down.

"Dear Bishop, thank you for remembering us, after returning from the Holy Land, we have encountered a lot of unexpected ......" Art relied on the memory of the original owner, and the territory of the original owner was occupied by a conspiracy after returning from the Eastern Crusade, and the father and son resisted until they were chased and killed by the enemy and fled north to the uninhabited valley in the south of the Count of Burgundy.

Dean Orlov sighed incessantly.

He had a good relationship with Arthur Wells many years ago, because Arter's father, Arthur Wells, volunteered as his religious bodyguard as a baron, which was once a good story at the time, and the years in the Holy Land were also the most memorable and legendary times of Orlof Hannes, and it was because of the experience of serving in the Holy Land that he returned to the Abbey of Serankför and soon became an associate and rose to abbot......

"Well, I've heard of Walderbury's greed and shamelessness, but I can't imagine him letting a saint who shed blood for God return home to shed tears." Dean Orloff sighed.

"Kid, what are you going to do now?"

"Art, I sympathize with you and your father's plight, but I can't restore your identity, let alone reclaim the territory for you." Olof Hannes resented them, but the Wells family territory was far away in a foreign land, and the Wells family was stripped of their land by the local church, which he absolutely could not touch.

"Your Excellency, the title of the Wells family has been taken from us from our father and son, and we dare not ask God to make amends for our incompetence, I will rely on my own strength to regain honor and dignity!" Art looked into Dean Orlov's eyes and said firmly.

"Very well, kid, can I help with anything?" Dean Orlov breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you for your kindness and generosity."

Art stood up from the bench, bowed deeply to Dean Orlov, and said, "As you know, Lombardy and Provence in the south have been fighting each other for more than a year since last summer, and now that the south is in turmoil, it may be a good opportunity for me. But you know, I'm a wanderer in a foreign land who has been usurped for fiefs and titles, and I've been hiding in the forests to survive, and if I don't have a name, I'll be confined in Burgundy. And the southern border area I'm in now is infested with banditry......" Art said his thoughts.

"Border Patrol Officer? You mean the southern border of Tinets? "Yat wanted to get a post as a police officer on the southern border of Tignats, but Director Orlov thought he had misheard.

"But Tignets is a fief of the Marquis, and Viscount Pierre administers there, and they have their own sheriff, right?" Olof Hannes reminded Yat.

"Yes, I just passed through Tignets a few days ago, which is now crowded with displaced people fleeing from the south. Viscount Pierre and his sheriff could not even control the castle and the suburbs. Now the whole of southern Tignats is full of displaced people who have crossed the border and bandits who burn and loot, and the lords of all places are too busy to take care of themselves. Just a few months ago, a band of robbers had invaded Alsburg in the south and killed the local lords......" Art said of the chaos in the southern part of the Count of Burgundy.

"So you're going to be a border patrol officer? You have nothing now, and Viscount Pierre is unlikely to give you any support, what do you do to keep the border on the border? Listen to me, child, now I'm in charge of renovating the Khvov Cathedral, and I can make you a contractor and make some money, or you can come and be a guard with me. Olof Hannes expressed concern about the impulsiveness of young people.

"Your Excellency, it will be the greatest honour of my life to be sheltered under your wing. But I am responsible for washing the shame of the Snow family, and I dare not slack off at any time. You're right, neither Viscount Pierre nor Tignets will give me much support, but they will give me maximum freedom so that I can hide in the barren valley and develop quietly without restrictions......"

"You mean, you want to develop in that uninhabited valley? But as far as I know, that area has been uninhabited for hundreds of years, and you will find nothing but wild beasts and devils. Dean Orlov still thought that the young man was whimsical, but when he thought about it, how similar the young man in front of him was to himself who had gone to the Holy Land with the army at all costs......

"Kid, do you stick to your ideas?"

"Yes, unswervingly!"

Dean Orlov lowered his head and pondered for a long time, then raised his hand and patted Yat's shoulder to stand up, and said, "Okay, child, I'll help you." Ten days later the Seerankfer Abbey came to me"

Art listened to the dean's words and was relieved. Then he carefully took out a white money bag embroidered with the Holy Cross from his bosom, knelt down on one knee before Abbot Orlov, presented the money bag with both hands, and said: "Your Excellency, this is a tribute to the Serrankev Monastery and the Khvov Cathedral, please accept it." ”

Dean Orlov rejected Art's donation and looked curiously at the money bag embroidered with the Holy Cross in Art's hand, and he suddenly thought that the young man in front of him might be able to make a career.

Eventually, Abbot Orlof accepted Arte's "tribute" because he was raising a lot of money for the renovation of the cathedral, and partly because he needed money for Yate, a stranger with a "black spot", to obtain the status of a border patrol officer in the Count of Burgundy, even if the position was only a worthless civilian officer.

Early the next morning, Abbot Orlov took two of his guards in a carriage to Besançon, the seat of the court.

The development of things is somewhat different from Art's original plan, Yat originally planned to use the status of the original owner to ask Abbot Orloff to give him the title of a monastery labor contractor, so that he can return to the south to recruit displaced people, bring back to the nameless valley to reclaim the land and wasteland, and then slowly gather strength and develop Xutu. But when Art learned that Olof Hannes had been promoted to bishop as abbot and possibly to bishop of the archdiocese, he decided to take a quick and dangerous move....