"Lord Count, Father Djokovic has asked to see you, and is now waiting outside, do you want him to come in?"

The new squire opened the door a crack, leaned out his thin body and respectfully asked me, the starched linen gown, loosely resting on his not thick shoulders, looking like a paper kite that would ride away at any moment.

Because I love cleanliness very much, most of the attendants around me also adhere to the rule of taking a bath every three days, usually nothing to clean up the lice in the straw sandals, always keep their clothes clean and flat, plus after entering the castle, most of these teenagers have a guaranteed diet, most of them become ruddy, very energetic, but malnutrition when they were young, the slow bone development caused by it is still difficult to make up, wearing adult clothes, it looks empty.

I put down what I was doing and looked up at the sky outside.

It's late afternoon, and it's almost time for dinner.

Most people have two meals a day, divided into morning and afternoon, so the time after the afternoon meal is the main means of negotiation for the nobles.

But because of the habit of my previous life, I insisted on three meals a day, and at the same time asked other people in the castle to eat according to my requirements, but there are still many people in private, who take my orders as the wind in their ears, everyone wants to fill their stomachs, who doesn't want to eat one more meal, but ordinary peasant families are not wealthy, two meals a day can cope with the past, three meals are not affordable for them at all.

After the sun had set, and it was almost time for dinner, the priest came, fortunately he was addicted to the Bible and prayers, and he did not come to the lord to eat, I stroked my hungry stomach, and it protested in a demonstrative voice, and my stomach churned sourly, but I had no choice: "Let him in, tell the kitchen to wait for my orders, maybe the meal will be a little later." ”

The attendant nodded and took the order, and after a while, Father Djokovic, dressed simply, with a funny St. Peter's haircut, walked in with his head bowed, holding in his hand a tattered manuscript of the Bible tied with hemp rope, and a roll of parchment, his expression as high as ever, unfathomable, or rather dull, that made people completely unable to understand his joys, sorrows, and sorrows.

"You are the faint afterglow left in the mortal world when the sun sets, the orange light exudes indescribable warmth and comfort, just as everyone admires you, warm, close and majestic, welcome! Forgive me, my most revered servant of God, for not being so busy with territorial affairs these days that I have not gone through you to confess my sincerity to God. ”

"You know, there are always so many complicated things to understand in newly established territories, and Rome was really not built in a day, and someone needs to patiently sort it out from scratch."

As soon as I saw Father Djokovic enter the room, I went up to him and took him by the hand, and said a lot of things that I could not even understand, for fear of giving the sleepmaker a chance to speak, and sure enough, he was so bewildered by my strange enthusiasm that he could not think of a word to deal with.

"I can only say that your attainment of rhetoric is indeed breathtaking, and like all the legends of the German nobility, the mouth of the Count of Nijmegen can praise the moon in the heavens and fall into the mortal world, because it cannot contain the overflowing beautiful words, but the most ornate language should be used to praise the virtues of God's creation, and not to send away your most pious friend, the Earl."

Father Djokovic easily debunked my little trick, walked over to the edge of the chair and sat down, looking at the various parchment rolls and inkwells that were scattered haphazardly on the table.

"It seems that you do have a lot of complicated things to do, I think it is the happiest thing to be your subject, because your lord has arranged everything, you are really a representative of a good gentleman, erudite, fraternal, elegant, brave, and most importantly, you have a devout heart to the Lord, it is like a crystal clear, clean and holy, a level above all the nobles who are trapped in the utilitarian and dirty of the world, may God bless you."

When I heard this, I drew a cross on my chest, and thanked God with words in my mouth, and the priest took the nearest piece of parchment and looked at it.

Above it is a rake that I have newly designed to crush clods of soil, which can be leveled with nodules by animal power, making it soft and more conducive to conserving water and fertilizer, and is ready to be used in autumn plowland in advance after it is made, along with other agricultural tools I designed from memory, and then promoted to the whole territory after achieving remarkable results.

Apparently the priest did not understand its main purpose, and thought it was a new weapon used to defend the city, so he took a cursory look at it, shrugged his eyebrows and put it aside.

I poured the priest a glass of reserve wine at the bottom of the box, which was still a treasure brought back from Italy, and the average person had no chance or right to taste it, because I was indeed grateful for the priest's help in me, and sent all his priests to work for a long time just to draw up the map of the territory.

"Try the wine I brought back from Italy, it's absolutely authentic!"

As I spoke, I handed him the glass and said to the priest with a heartfelt enthusiasm on my face.

"Thank you, generous earl, it is my pleasure to enjoy your personal treasure."

Father Djokovic bowed, took a light sip of wine, and placed his glass on the table.

"Actually, the main reason I'm here to bother you is because of this thing. Ever since I saw it, I have been fascinated by it, and I have never slept at night, and I really want to have a good chat with its owner, and use his bottomless wisdom like the sea to satisfy my childlike naïve curiosity. ”

As he spoke, the priest slowly unfolded the parchment he had brought, and my newly promulgated family coat of arms appeared on it.

The moment the dragon coat of arms appeared in front of my eyes, I broke out in a cold sweat, and my clothes were extremely uncomfortable stuck to my back, but I didn't have time to think about these things, I secretly pinched the back of my hand, so that I could quickly sober up and think about countermeasures, now the problem is very clear, MD regards me as a heretic, blame myself for being reckless, how can I take the dragon that symbolizes evil in Western culture as my family coat of arms! Isn't this looking for death?

As a god-legged priest, will I be burned at the stake?

In the Middle Ages, when religion had a strong appeal, as long as the Holy See declared that I was an enemy of God, the king of heaven and Lao Tzu could not save me, and all those faithful brothers who believed in God were all in vain, what should I do? Do you want to kill him now?

No way! Many people saw him enter my room, and if there was a mistake, they would never be able to eat and walk around.

My eyes gurgled several times, but the beads of sweat on my head were even smoother than it were condensed, flowing down my forehead and into my neck, and the oppressive atmosphere was really terrifying.

"If I'm not mistaken, this animal is a dragon, right?"

The priest ran his fingertips across the body of the dragon on the coat of arms, and the sound of the crumbling sound was like a steel knife scraping my bones, making my scalp tingle.

"Uh...... Yes, indeed, but ...... "I stumbled to find a reason to defend myself, but was interrupted by Djokovic.

"Can you tell me the story behind this coat of arms? I'm really curious about its background and where it came from, which is important to a servant of God, Your Honourable Earl. ”

The expression on the priest's face seemed to me to have completely turned into a smiling flesh, and the girl may be thinking in her mind, how to keep my roasted outside charred and tender inside, and sure enough, the well-dressed beasts and beasts should not be deserved.

"Father, I swear it's not some evil heresy, believe in my devotion to the Lord!" After thinking about it left and right, I decided to show weakness first, and if he didn't eat it, I would make another plan.

Bewildered by my strange behavior, it was Father Djokovic's turn to figure out the situation, he blinked, walked up to me and asked: "I just want to confirm that this creature is the spiritual creature described in the Book of Revelation, the prophet John once appeared, you don't need to be so nervous, dragons are children of God, only fallen angels are inseparable from the evil earth dragons, and the second incarnation of Satan is not a snake that can only crawl on the earth?" I have not seen the dragon with my own eyes, but there are many descriptions of it in the Bible, and I think it is very similar to the animal on your family coat of arms, so I will ask you, I heard that in the far east, there is a mysterious country of Seris, and their emperor uses the dragon as his symbol, indicating the supremacy of the imperial power. ”

After listening to his words, I understood the reason for the matter, and then I saw that I was so scared that I almost peed my pants, which really exposed the weak nature of the otaku's fear of things, and I lost my life.

It turns out that the priest is just a curious baby, and there are dragons in the Bible? And it's not the image of the evil winged fire-breathing dinosaur described by Westerners in later generations? Seris Country? It sounds like ancient China, and Seris means the land where silk was produced.

"Truth be told, this coat of arms is a sign of my family's lineage, and when it was handed down, there is no detailed record of the ancestors, but my father has always told me that my family is an ancient Greek clan from Asia Minor, with the noble blood of the city-state royal family, and had to leave the country under the invasion of the Persians to come to Germany, and finally settled in the vast Germania, although the family has lost its former glory, but the coat of arms of the four-clawed dragon, It still represents the immortal faith of the Randy family. ”

Even university teachers were deceived back then, not to mention that you are such a little ignorant of the Middle Ages, as long as you talk about the long history and the mysterious Orient, forgive you for the nerds who grew up in the monastery and dare not say anything about finding flaws.

"The image of the wyvern is inspired by their ancestors, and they just faithfully record what they see on the coat of arms."

"Sure enough!"

Djokovic seemed agitated, and the Bible he held in his hand was in danger of being torn apart at any moment.