Father Martin Luther did not understand why General Eugen praised him so much, and in any way he did not deserve such glory.

"The general's praise is too heavy, I really don't have such glory." The young priest said humbly.

Damtast was also puzzled that it was not easy to become a priest of the Holy See in his twenties, but it was not a very significant achievement. It stands to reason that the weight of such a priest should not be comparable to that of a viscount like him. However, General Eugen's attitude towards him was diametrically opposed to that of the priest, which is somewhat intriguing.

"Could it be that General Eugen had an overly devout faith? Or did he know that he was guilty and wanted to buy a few indulgences from the priest? Viscount Damtast stopped to see how things would turn out, and stopped by the two of them.

The people who had already scattered around noticed the situation here and surrounded Eugen.

Hearing the priest's words, Eugen exclaimed in his heart: "My praise is not heavy at all, and you really don't know how much glory you will have in the future." Martin, Martin, you were the promoter of the Reformation, and you almost single-handedly changed the whole European world. ”

Of course, he could only shout these words in his heart, and when he found that the people around him were gathering here, he knew that his performance was a little too reckless. However, Eugen remained calm, and as soon as his eyes rolled, he began to talk nonsense.

"Oh, yes, I have had the privilege of hearing Father Martin Luther preach in the past, and it has inspired me so much, which is why I revere Father Martin so much." Eugen lied to a natural appearance, as if it had happened yesterday.

The young priest was a little confused by him, scratching his head and saying with a blank expression, "Oh, I did preach to the people of the church school......

"Haha, yes, that's it." Eugen grinned and continued.

"But those are children under the age of twelve." The priest continued with the previous words, without giving any face, and directly dismantled Eugen's stage.

"Uh, haha, I'm mistaken, I heard from my cousin about you, and he heard your sermons." A little cold sweat oozed from Eugen's forehead, and the smile on his face was a little stiff, but he was still trying his best to talk nonsense.

"Well, I remember quite clearly, there didn't seem to be any Habsburg among those children." The priest was unrelenting, as if he were deliberately working against Eugen. However, his expression was meek and sincere, and he obviously didn't mean it at all, just telling the truth.

Eugen was already scolding in his heart, but the expression on his face was still very natural, and he said casually: "It's a cousin, a very superficial kind of cousin, and he is no longer a Habsburg, that is, a distant relative." ”

The priest wanted to ask again, but Eugen hurriedly grabbed his arm, dragged him to the table and sat down, laughing and saying, "Hahaha, anyway, I respect you very much, and I hope to make friends with you." I would also like to thank Viscount Damtast for introducing me to Father Martin. ”

With that, Eugen poured a cold beer for the priest and the viscount, and raised his own glass.

He was afraid that the priest would continue to ask him to say his cousin's name. If he continues to make things up, even if he can't fly into the air, no matter how perfect a lie is, it will be a lie after all.

"Haha, no matter where you are, it's always good to have one more friend." The Viscount followed Eugen and raised his glass, thinking that Eugen was so focused on the priest that he would forget about him as a viscount.

"Of course, it is an honor for me to be a friend of General Eugen." The priest raised his glass as he spoke. The glasses of the three of them slammed together, and they drank all the wine in the glasses.

Eugen then began to chat with Father Martin, and the topic they talked about was not very nutritious. Viscount Dhamtast stood beside him for a moment, and when he didn't think it was interesting, he left and entered it.

It was the climax of the feast, and a grand ball was being held in the castle's drawing-room. Strauss's waltzes were played, and gentlemen invited ladies and ladies into the middle of the hall to participate in the ball.

The rhythmic steps, the neat figures, the dance partners follow each other's footsteps back and forth, and the skirt of the lady rotates into a circle like a colorful flower bud.

The hall was surrounded by delicate flowers that emitted a variety of strange scents, mixed with the smell of the scented powder of the ladies, and enveloped the crowd and permeated the entire hall.

It didn't take long for the sweaty ladies to leave the center and sit down on the leather sofa on one side of the hall, holding a small folding fan to keep fanning the wind and dissipating the heat from their bodies.

The gentlemen would go out of the hall into the courtyard, light a cigarette, drink a cold beer, and wait until they had rested before entering the world of the smell of candlelight.

There will never be a vacancy on the dance floor, someone will leave and a new person will join in, and a true gentleman will never leave out a lady.

There was no one around Eugen and the priest, and everyone entered the hall to get ready to dance.

Through a conversation with the priest, Eugen learned a little more about his current environment. This is the Holy Roman Empire, yes, but as for the time, it is roughly between the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries. The basic environment is very similar to Eugen's impression, but it doesn't seem to be the right one in some ways.

The Reformation in Eugen's memory should have begun at the beginning of the 16th century, when Martin Luther was already dozens of years old, and he was completely an old man.

Now, in the middle of the eighteenth century, Martin Luther, the main promoter of the Reformation, was still a priest in his early twenties, and indulgences, the main object of the Reformation, were still popular everywhere and had not been outlawed.

Eugen didn't know what the specific reason for this change was, or whether it would be good or bad for him. However, he has a very certain feeling that no matter how it changes, what should happen, will always happen.

After chatting for a while, Eugen did not notice anything special about this priest, and lost interest in continuing the small talk. Still, he tentatively asked the last question in a casual, almost casual tone: "Father Martin, I wonder what you think of indulgences?" ”

The expression on Father Martin's face did not change, but instead of answering Eugen's question, he asked another question: "General Eugen, what is your cousin called?" ”