As soon as this question came out, the atmosphere of the conversation between the two was suddenly no longer relaxed, and there was a faint hint of nervousness.

As soon as Eugen released his right hand, the aluminum glass filled with cold beer fell to the ground, and the beer inside spilled all over the ground, forming a large pool of milky white bubbles.

Eugen disguised his cramped expression by bending down to pick up his glass. He had realized that this Martin Luther was indeed not simple.

"No offense, my lord. But I must point out that the students I preached to were all poor children from the lowest strata of the city. Most of them were guilty of petty theft and were sent to church schools for discipline. As he said this, Father Martin deliberately lowered his voice, and he also understood that Eugen was hiding something.

Fortunately, the crowd around them had dispersed, and these strange suspicions only existed between Martin and Eugen, and from this point of view, the impact was not very large.

Eugen took half of a roasted brown and tender turkey leg from the table, and put it to his mouth, tearing it without a bite. His eyes roamed back and forth between the turkey leg and Father Martin's face, contemplating what was before him.

Father Martin had apparently seen through his lie a long time ago, but he hadn't brought it up before, probably taking too much into account of the people around him.

Come to think of it, Eugen didn't really need to lie about it, because the secret of soul crossing was too important for him, and it made him a little too nervous.

In fact, he just told others about such a thing in a serious way, and others would not believe his words, but would only think that he was joking, or thought that he had a mental problem.

Since the Reformation is about to be set off all over Europe, it means that the religious question is no longer as extreme as it was in the past, and it is necessary to burn people and families at every turn.

After thinking about this, Eugen's mood relaxed, wasn't it just a little lie? As long as there are no problems in key areas, it doesn't matter at all. If the priest in front of him guessed the identity of his traverser just because of his special respect for him, then he was not a priest, but a god.

Thinking so, Eugen swallowed the turkey meat in his mouth and prepared to lie. Since it is not a major problem, it is okay for him to talk nonsense, and presumably Father Martin does not always happen to find some flaws and expose his lies.

Unexpectedly, Father Martin suddenly stopped him and didn't let Eugen continue, and then a faint smile appeared on his face, and he said: "Actually, my lord, you don't need to find any other excuses, since you mentioned the matter of indulgences, then I can also understand who you are listening to and why you came." ”

With that, Father Martin began to arrange his robes, as if he were about to leave. I saw him look around, and said with a holy face, "The Lord says, 'Do not be drunk with indulgences.'" I can't stay any longer. ”

Then he stood up, walked to Eugen's side and pretended to be a parting hug, leaned down and whispered: "If you want to talk about this matter, you should wait until about four o'clock tomorrow afternoon, I will come to visit you in person, and we will talk in detail at that time." ”

Eugen was also a little stunned when he heard Father Martin's words, not only he had a secret relationship, but other priests also had some hidden deeds behind their backs.

It seems that the priest thought that Eugen's previous cover-up was because he wanted to talk to him about indulgences.

Since the priest said this, Eugen could not refuse, so he nodded, and a meaningful smile appeared on his face.

After the priest said goodbye to Viscount Darmstart, he left the castle.

Eugen was still sitting at the table, but after a conversation with the priest, he had no intention of eating or drinking.

For Eugen, when he first came into this world, he used his cleverness to win a battle, which gave him the feeling that he could crush the entire Middle Ages with his intelligence.

But today, after coming into contact with this Martin Luther, Eugen suddenly restrained his contempt. This future leader of the religious world, although still young, has quite a lot of strategy.

Perhaps in the near future, he will witness a real great change, which comes from the depths of people's minds and permeates every aspect of life.

In the past, these things were just written records that Wang Shaoyu occasionally saw, or the plot of movies he watched. But now, he has become Eugen Habsburg, a serious medieval European.

Regardless of whether it was good or bad for him, at least all the things that he thought had nothing to do with him would now happen around him and affect his life in every way. Eugen didn't have too strong ambitions, but he knew that if he wanted to live and live comfortably, he had to participate in these events.

"You must not be like a sheep in the flock, you must use your own advantages to become a participant, a promoter, or even a leader in those events."

Eugen clenched his hands into fists, gritted his teeth, and his eyes sparkled. He didn't have the consciousness to be a heroic mission, but when the event came and the opportunity was in front of him, he had to make a choice. And this choice, no matter what, will affect the course of the entire history to some extent.

Eugen had also heard the term butterfly effect.

At this moment, he is the butterfly. He knew that his actions would set off a great storm that would shake the world across the continent.

Eugen closed his eyes, intoxicated by the beautiful illusions of the future, unable to extricate himself.

Corleone and Rambo are standing on Eugen's side, expressing their views on Eugen's expression.

"What's wrong with the head of the house? Poison in wine? "Killing embryos is worthy of killing embryos, and the way of guessing is different from others.

Rambo rolled his eyes and said, "How can this be a sign of poisoning?" You look at this lewd face, it's obviously ...... Tut-tut, fantasizing about spending the night with a young and beautiful lady. ”

Rambo's thinking is also unique, or rather...... Very erotic.

Corleone couldn't understand his thoughts, so he asked thoughtfully, "No, the head of the family already has a fiancée, so he shouldn't think about other ladies." ”

Rambo had an aristocratic smile on his face, then knocked Corleone's waist and said with a smile, "Hey, hey, man, you know." ”

However, Corleone really doesn't know much about this kind of thing.