When the Vikings entered the city, they began to massacre the soldiers in the city.

Of course, the soldiers of England were very tenacious, and they desperately resisted those Viking warriors.

To be honest, the longbowmen of the English soldiers fired quickly, almost no less powerful than the musketeers that the Vikings bought from the Eastern Roman Empire.

Unfortunately, the number of longbowmen was limited after all, and the Viking musketeers were far more numerous than the English longbowmen.

So, despite the desperate resistance of the officers and soldiers of England, they were knocked down by the muskets in the hands of the Vikings.

We hid in the cellars before the walls of the city of London were breached.

But when the walls of London were breached, it was no longer safe to hide in the cellars.

Because if you continue to hide in the cellar, you will be slaughtered by the Vikings when they find it.

Therefore, you must get out of the cellar and find a way to escape out of the city.

He invited Philip to have dinner with him at his residence. They ate and talked about their bishops. The vice-president of Winchester was clearly in awe of Bishop Henry, and bowed to him. Philip thought to himself that when your bishop is as rich and powerful as Henry, it is probably useless to argue with him. Despite this, Philip did not want to be held in the palm of his bishop's hand.

He slept soundly until midnight and got up to pray for the morning.

It was only when he walked into Winchester Cathedral that he felt awe for the first time.

The first thing Philip noticed was that he was not wearing a crown, he was wearing a purple leotard and leather leggings underneath, as if he was about to ride out. Two hounds crouched at his feet like pets. He resembled his brother Bishop Henry, but Stephen's features were smaller, making him more handsome, and his hair was full of brown hair, but he also had a wise look in his eyes. He leaned back in his large chair—which Philip guessed was the throne—and looked relaxed; Spread your legs out in front of you and rest your elbows on the armrests of the chair. Despite his casual sitting, there was a tension in the room. Only the king was relaxed.

When the two bishops and Philip walked in, a large man in loose clothes was about to leave. He greeted Bishop Henry in a cordial manner, but ignored Wallen. Philip thought that he must be a powerful nobleman.

Bishop Henry approached the king, bowed and said, "Good morning, Stephen." ”

The vice-president had already told him that this was the largest church in the world, and when he saw it, he believed that it was true. Many of the villages Lip has seen can be wrapped up in it. The cathedral has two tall towers, one at the intersection and the other at the west end. The middle tower had collapsed thirty years earlier and was pressed against the grave of William Lufus, an ungodly king who should not have been buried in the church in the first place; But the tower was rebuilt. Standing at the foot of the newly renovated tower, Philip chanting the morning prayers, felt an infinite majesty and power in the atmosphere of the whole church. Tom's cathedral is much smaller than it is – if it could ever be built. At this point he realized that he was walking into the circle at the top, and he felt a wave of nervousness. He was just a boy born in a Welsh hill village, who had the privilege of being a monk, and today he had to face the king, what gave him that power?

But today he could not rest easy, and the visit of the bishop and the vice-president seemed to spoil the scenery. Until today, the castle and the three people who lived in it had always been fascinating, but the arrival of these unmysterious men on dusty horses destroyed that effect. It's like being awakened from a sweet dream by a noise, and no matter how hard you try, you can't fall asleep.

For a while, he wanted to figure out the purpose of these uninvited guests, but he couldn't figure it out. However, he was sure of what they were planning. There is one person who can probably be analyzed: that is his mother. He decided to put Alena aside for the day and hurry back to report what he had seen to his mother.

The next evening they arrived at Winchester. They entered the city through the King's Gate on the southern wall and went straight to the courtyard of the cathedral. They broke up there. Wallen to the residence of the Bishop of Winchester - a separate palace adjacent to the cathedral courtyard. Philip went to visit the abbot of the monastery and secured a place in the monk's quarters.

After three days of travel, Philip felt that the calm and tranquil monastery was as refreshing as a summer fountain. The vice-president of Winchester, a fat old man with a childish face and a kind face, walked into the cathedral. He felt too trivial to kneel down and pray, so he went down the nave and went out through the south gate, purifying his soul somewhat. He walked through the monastery and into the bishop's palace.

The ground floor is a chapel. Philip walked up the steps and into the hall. There was a small group of servants and young clergy by the door, some standing on the side, some on benches against the wall. At the end of the room, Wallen and Bishop Henry sat at a dining table. One of the housekeepers stopped Philip and said, "The two bishops are having breakfast," as if not to let Philip come over to see them.

"I'm going to sit at the table with them," Philip said.

"You'd better wait," said the butler.

Philip knew that the butler had treated him like an ordinary monk. "I'm Wang Qiao's vice president," he said.

The butler shrugged and stepped aside.

Philip approached the table. Bishop Henry sits at the top end, with Wallen on his right hand. Henry was not tall, had broad shoulders, and had an aggressive face. He was about the same age as Wallen, a year or two older than Philip, no more than thirty. However, compared to Wallen's pale complexion and Philip's scrawny frame, Henry had the rosy face and round limbs of a gourmet. His gaze was alert and intelligent, and the expression of his face was always so determined. As the youngest of the four brothers, he was probably destined to go through a lifetime of struggle to get everything. To Philip's surprise, he saw Henry's head shaved, suggesting that he had taken an oath in the monastery and still considered himself a monk. However, he did not wear home-woven clothes; In fact, he wore the most luxurious tunic made of purple silk. Wearing a crisp white linen shirt over his usual black coat, Philip realized that they were both fully dressed for the king's reception. They were eating cold steak and drinking red wine. Philip walked around and was already hungry, when saliva welled up in his mouth.

(End of chapter)