"Thank goodness you're finally here!"

When I appeared at the door of Father Djokovic's room, he was no less terrified than Sadako had just finished watching, and without saying a word, he dodged the space around him and pulled me in, and two fighters disguised as enemy soldiers at the door immediately closed the door from the outside and stood on both sides.

When the light in the room was bright enough for the priest to see the terrifying back of Miss Crescenty in my arms, his horror level instantly escalated to Sadako's 3D version: "God, what blasphemous scum is this?" ”

"When that bastard kneels in front of you, I won't stop him from smashing him with a Bible, the key problem now is that Miss Crescenty must be treated and bandaged immediately, such a large wound is easily infected." I panted as I watched as the priests hurriedly prepared clean gauze, and finally sat on the ground with no more than that.

The priest quietly pulled me to the side, squatted down and whispered in his ear: "She is dead, God can't do anything, there is too much blood loss and a large area of ulceration and infection, the angel is ready to lead her pure soul to the paradise of eternal life, give up!" ”

After speaking, he patted me on the shoulder with a heavy face, as if to comfort me for mourning.

"If God can help me keep her, I am willing to be the sword of the Holy See faithfully for the rest of my life, cutting off all the heresies and sins of the world."

I jerked my head up and looked at the priest's blue-gray pupils, with a vicious look, as if I was looking for some panacea from within.

"Before the miracle appears, listen to my advice, immediately prepare light salt water and clean gauze boiled in boiling water, let's try to snatch back from the hands of death a life that should not wither prematurely, she can't die like this before marrying me, not even God."

The priests looked helplessly at their priests, and at me, who was clenched into fists and could not refute them, standing cramped in place, not knowing whose orders to listen to, Father Djokovich did not dwell on the few blasphemous words just now, but sighed softly like an old man, and said to me in a tone that knew the destiny of heaven, as if he was instructing his subordinates:

"Since you are confident that you can take back the life of the Duchess from the hands of death, let us witness the weight of a strong heart before God, and if the glory of the Lord is everywhere, it will bathe all beings, Amen!"

I knelt on the ground gratefully, reverently kissed the ring that the priest wore on his hand, a tear silently flowed out of the corner of my eye, the pearl was round and jade shimmering with a glimmer of crystal, in the refracted brilliance, I seemed to really see the kind smile of an old man in the dark sky, surrounded by golden holy light, was it dazzling? I rubbed my eyes vigorously, and the hallucinations were gone, replaced by Father Djokovic's bitter face.

"Go ahead! God bless you, kids! ”

I stood up and began to methodically assign tasks to the priests: "You two are responsible for boiling water, you must boil the water until it rolls, don't be stingy with firewood, you two go and prepare clean gauze, cut it into long strips of cloth that are palm-wide and set aside, you two grind the coarse salt into powder finely, add a level spoon of salt to a pot of boiling water, stir well, let it cool and cover it aside, feed the Duchess a bowl every once in a while, and the rest of the people will immediately clean up a clean room, Every corner was wiped clean for me, and the knives were sterilized with a flame and ready to go. ”

I know the knowledge of first aid pitifully, and the methods that come out are completely from the movie and, and I don't know if it works, as for the formula of normal saline, it is simply my guess according to my vague memory, just remember not to put too much salt, otherwise not only can not save people at all, but will die because of aggravated dehydration.

Leaning against the cold wall by the windowsill, I felt the chill of the stone pierce through my clothes layer by layer, like a sharp arrow to the heart, Father Djokovic came over, comforted my shoulder, and watched with me at the slowly setting moon, the end of the sky faintly shimmering, but the earth was still shrouded in darkness.

"God's revelation is everywhere, just like the darkness before dawn, often the sky is the most desperate at this time, and evil seems to be incomparably powerful to suppress the hard-won light, so people will always misestimate the strength of the enemy, but that is because of their own wavering faith."

"Believe in God, the painful ordeal is often the final test, and after that there will be the riches and well-being of the Promised Land, and the bad will be punished in the end, even if it comes slowly, and the army of Pharaoh who pursued the prophet Moses was not swallowed up by the mighty waves of the Red Sea? Believe in the Lord to be saved. ”

Seeing the priest holding the Bible in his hand and enlightening me, I really wanted to go up and slap him to death, and pray to God for all the birth, old age, sickness and death in the world.

I opened my arms to the slowly descending moon, as if to embrace it in my arms, stretched my arms vigorously, and took a deep breath of the cool and refreshing fresh air in the early morning:

"Father, if this is God's test for me, it is too heavy to punish the gentle maiden, although he had Abraham sacrifice his own son, but I would rather hope that it is I who is wounded, and that it is the enemy lord who has done such a wicked act at the feet of God."

"Since his glory is everywhere, then please protect the sharpest sword of Christ, I do not want to be Dracula, defile the icon of God with the spear in my hand, and then fall into the eternal cycle of the living dead......" With that, I washed my hands under the service of my attendants, and entered the room that had been prepared without looking back.

"Dracula?"

Father Djokovic repeated the name in confusion, unable to believe that someone had pointed a weapon directly at God, and he was as knowledgeable as he could not figure out the origin of the name of the Dracula family and the location of the fief.

Time is running fast at this time, the sun seems to jump out from under the horizon all of a sudden, rushing up, yesterday was still wet earth steaming mist, as if just out of the pot hot steamed buns, soft and full of fragrant fragrance, I looked at the Duchess's sleeping face, I was fascinated as reluctant to look away, gently pulled the corners of my mouth and wanted to smile, but I didn't expect that the chapped lips, because I tried too hard to break a small opening, the salty taste made me hot and painful.

"I know from your expression that God must be on our side, and that whatever you ask with your heart will be fulfilled, as the Lord says in the Bible."

Father Djokovic pointed to a small piece of dry bread and a glass of white wine on the table: "That's all I can offer you and your warriors for breakfast, there are no sausages or meat in the church, there is not enough bread, and the invaders even took away the holy oil dedicated to Christ yesterday, which is so audacious!" ”

I bowed to the priest gratefully, for this little loaf of bread had probably been saved from the mouths of every priest, and that if we ate a little they might starve, and I went to the table and sat down, and drank a large sip of wine to moisten my throat, which had not been dripping from last night until now, and if there was no more liquid to cool down, it would inevitably spontaneously combust and strike.

"There are all kinds of indications that the enemy does not seem to know the news of the defeat of Baron Lefen's army yesterday, otherwise it would not have been possible to be so calm and lax in defense, and completely unaware of going deep into the enemy's territory, and last night he actually set the army into a carnival all night, and until now the nobles and knights have not gotten up, and they are drunk and die in the gentle village of a certain prostitute."

I put the dry bread in the palm of my hand and squeezed it, and it quickly crumbled into tiny crumbs, and swallowed it in a lump.

"These arrogant enemies didn't expect you to use your soldiers like a god, blindly worshipping the superiority of numbers, maybe they thought that Baron Lefen could defeat you, so they would wantonly plunder and indulge, from top to bottom all loose, now is the best time to retake the castle, where is your army?" Father Djokovic clenched the cross in his hand and asked me while waving his arms excitedly.

"I think it may be that yesterday's heavy rain delayed the delivery of information, and the enemy did not suspect the delay of the heralds, since there are our traitors among them, and they must have a lot of internal information, so we must not act rashly when we are not completely sure of victory, otherwise we will fall short."

"As for the urgency of retaking the castle, I was absolutely sure to kill the enemy lord last night when I passed by the floor where the enemy lord lived......"

I licked my lips and burped with the last drop of wine in my glass, and what could be more pleasing than to come and go freely in the heart of the enemy and eat breakfast comfortably?

"So what are you going to do?"

The priest lowered his voice and cautiously observed his surroundings, as if everyone around him was an enemy spy who could not be trusted.

"These lowlanders are simply too savage, not to mention their belief in God, and they have an inexplicable relationship with the pagan Nordics, and someone needs to stand up and punish them, if it is necessary that these money-eyed ship-runners need to be replaced by a lord who serves God devoutly, to discipline them well, I value faith, what do you like, Lord Count Nijmegen?"

It stands to reason that discussing the ownership of their territory in enemy-occupied areas at this time is somewhat disrespectful to the opponent, but considering the bustling sea ships in the Low Countries, and the dense population of the cities, and of course, the bundles of wool products shipped to various places, and the large quantities of gold coins exchanged for them, what lord would not want to have such a rich fief?

Even if they were often subjected to Vikings who went to England to rob and came in the wrong direction, everyone understands that since Denmark and Norway were converted to Christ because of their tenacious monks and tenacious preaching, the Norsemen, who had lost the protection of pagan gods, were no longer so keen on robbery with knives and blood.

Emperor Otto I conquered the unruly lords of the Low Countries and placed them on the territory of Germany, but after three emperors, the Low Countries were sometimes rebellious, like a cat that could not be raised, when rubbing your trouser legs affectionately, it would also show its sharp claws, and always wandered outside the core ruling circle of Germany, just like the stubborn scabies disease in the hearts of successive emperors.

(End of chapter)