I sat face to face with Dean Bruni, only arm's length apart, and the slightest change in his facial expression was under my gaze, but even so, it was still difficult to get a glimpse of the old man's inner workings, what he was thinking, what he was going to say, what he was going to do, I knew nothing, like a patient who was seeing a psychiatrist for the first time, staying in a chair and staring helplessly.

"I'm sorry, I didn't understand what you meant."

Repeating the previous conversation, I quickly calculated the countermeasure in my mind, in case the old dean lion opened his mouth to make any excessive requests, at least I had to stabilize him first, and the conditions could be discussed again, and then it would be troublesome if I didn't let go.

The abbot sighed, disappointment on his face that you don't understand me, and he pushed away his chair and stood, his gray cloth robe folded between his legs and swayed to the ground.

"Please follow me, Lord Duke."

The old dean beckoned gently, and his skinny arms showed light blue veins: "Let's talk while walking." ”

I nodded in response, looking at the towering dome of the hall, and for some reason I was nervous, perhaps frightened by the successive assassinations of the enemy, and always subconsciously afraid when I was alone, and gradually relied on the code name of poison and warmth.

"You're not here, so show your head......" No one responded in the dark corner, only the old angel relief stared at the poor mortal with pity.

Abbot Bruny was old and lacklustre, and the road was faltering, and the cold stone walls had long and narrow windows at intervals, casting the scorching sunlight outside, and in these delicate shadows, countless dust could be seen flying up and down, casting an increasingly mottled coat over the already vicissitudes of the church.

The old dean walked in the intertwined picture of the years, and the gray cloth robe became brighter and darker for a while, quiet like a solemn statue on the side of the road.

We walked through the long, dark corridors and up the immaculately cleaned stone steps to the wide veranda behind the monastery that rushed to Lake Constance.

Although I don't know what the old dean brought me here for, but the beauty in front of me no longer allows for other thoughts, the earth is shrouded in a warm glow on a winter afternoon, and the blue lake, white mountains, gray forests, and the scattered houses around the lake are harmoniously filled with compositions, which make people sigh at the greatness of nature, the creation is the best artist in the world, and it always knows how to wield the inner passion of color.

"What do you see, my lord?" Dean Bruni tugged at his cuffs, as if admiring a masterpiece hanging on the wall of his home.

Oops, I've changed my literary and artistic style......

I thought I had grasped the point, and I suddenly felt confident, no matter if you play a little fresh and warm or post-modern belly black, it's a big deal that the soldiers will block the water and cover the earth, you can't climb thousands of steps in vain, you must have some harvest before going down the mountain.

"I see God, the Lord everywhere."

If you want to communicate with the gods, you have to make yourself a god first, I paced two steps, and said reverently:

"Mountains, lakes, forests, villages, miracles created by God are everywhere, and we are so fortunate to be able to live in this paradise as His darlings."

The old dean was obviously surprised, it was really appalling that a martial artist who had not learned countless martial arts in this era could speak such wonderful sentences fluently.

"You...... See God? ”

He looked thoughtfully at the landscape: "Unique vision, Lord Duke, but the first thing I pay attention to is the multitude of living beings, you, me, him, and thousands of ordinary people who work hard, the lucky ones living in God's paradise. ”

Isn't it a good literary fan? Why did I just fall into the mortal world as soon as I raised the bi, and I was ready for the rhythm of compassion?

"Yes, we are both ordinary people and God's lucky ones." There's no way, before you figure out the other party's purpose, you have to follow his words.

"When St. Benedict witnessed the devastation of paganism on Mount Cassino, he resolutely gave up his life to preach, and with the love of Christ, he finally helped them to abandon the barbaric pagan faith, destroy the temple of heresy, and build a monastery in the ruins."

He told the story of the mission abruptly, but the audience was not interested, except for shouting two words of God blessing to boost morale during the war, I have always been able to hide as far as I can from ghosts and gods.

"What we lack is faith, or rather, the pure, non-utilitarian faith, the spiritual connotation that St. Benedict taught us."

I nodded as if I didn't understand, and worked closely with the old dean: "You say we lack faith? But churches and monasteries are everywhere, and in my realm, where peasants go to church every day to listen to the hadiths, and on the feasts of the patron saints, and donate their possessions to Mass, how can we lack faith? ”

"Did Jesus accept the money of the believers on his way from Galilee to Jerusalem?"

Abbot Bruni asked rhetorically: "Is it God who put the gold coins and the nobles' offerings, the booty, the gold, silver, jewelry, the property, and the land that went into the holy donation box?" ”

Speaking of excitement, the green tendons on his neck burst out, and his shriveled cheeks radiated a rare glow of life.

"Pepin made a mistake in offering his earth, he opened Pandora's box, and the plague in it infected our pure faith, causing it to evolve into a monster of desire to feed, and see what the Vatican has become today!"

"Cardinals wear gold and silver, keep mistresses, and bastards are overflowing, priests linger at the banquets of the nobility, like clowns who laugh and pray, and again and again with cheap prayers to cling to the powerful, even the ordinary clergy are not honest, comparing themselves with each other, showing mercy everywhere, and ruining the holy image of my lord's servants, and as for the filthy deeds done by the bishops in various places, it is even more indescribable, and the pervasive possessiveness of power and wealth has corrupted every pastor with a cross on his chest, whose soul has been sold to the devil, How can we save the souls of the lost? ”

I tried my best to pretend to be related, but unfortunately my demeanor was not in place, so I had to cover half of my face with my hand.

"Lord Duke, are you listening to me?"

The old dean noticed that I was distracted, and reminded me softly: "Now you understand, why was your request flatly rejected by me before, right?" ”

"Understand ......"

Understand what? All the devils in church robes are on the cross? Or is the Vatican eroded like a bloated tumor?

"Therefore, I am willing to pay for your much-needed expenses, as well as supplies for the rest of the march, as well as some of the cattlemen raised by the monastery." He changed his mind and agreed to all the requests he had refused.

Now I was completely blinded, but fortunately, the philistine skills of seeing people and talking about people and talking nonsense played a role, and the surface did not show timidity, but the feelings of gratitude and panic were vividly interpreted, and he was stunned to deceive the old dean who had read countless people, he quietly observed my overall reaction, and smiled with satisfaction.

"This continent, which has been chosen by the Lord but abandoned itself, needs to be ploughed and reborn, and the only one who can turn the tide is you, Randy of Nijmegen. Adrian. Duke Hoffmann. ”

Dean Bruni turned his back to the great rivers and mountains, and reluctantly faced me who was at a loss.

"Bear this burden, Lord Duke, although St. Garre is in a poor country, but your heroic deeds have spread long ago, and I have found in you the qualities of a saint, piety, devotion and humility, restraint, not caring for the calamities that have occurred, this is the test of my Lord, just as God has acquiesced in Satan to take away everything that Job the man of the land of Uz, everything he says will be examined, everything he does will be tested, everything he does will be tempted, and there is no one in the world who serves God like him, and is far from the spirits."

He...... Choose me to ...... Save the world?

This kind of scene, which usually only appears in superhero comics, actually happened to me?

Rao is a self-proclaimed person with excellent emotional control, but it still took me quite a long time to adapt to the old dean's nonsensical expectations and save the world, and this sanctimonious rhetoric is really enough! But then again, it is imperative to obtain the financial support of the monastery, and it is important to talk about other things when the money is in hand.

"I'm afraid...... I can't afford to bear such a burden. ”

The brows furrowed just right, and I shook my head vaguely: "It's too heavy......"

When Dean Bruni saw that I was about to excuse myself, he hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Don't be so unfaithful, God will take care of your future journey, didn't you swear to be the sword of Christ?" It's time to put it into practice, Lord Duke! To redeem this continent that is still unconscious of the end of the world, to destroy the enemies of the Lord who are cloaked in hypocrisy, and to spread the Gospel of Christ to the barbarians, even ......, who are poisoned by paganism"

He paused for a moment, and looked beyond my longing gaze into the distance.

"Lead the army of faith under the light of the cross to liberate the holy place ravaged by the infidels, this land promised by God to the world, and then, with the blessing of the Lord, if I am still alive, I will go to the church of the Holy Sepulchre to set up a small meadow, and give thanks to Christ by chanting and meditating all my life, and pray for you day and night."

History has proven countless times that those so-called idealists are all stubborn paranoids, and when they turn their simple dreams into reality step by step, they finally taste power for the first time, and then they are out of control, and the desires that they despise and spurn at first gradually erode the few ideals left, and then they are quietly and willingly degenerate, until they become the objects of the new idealists, a terrible cycle of death.

As for the thatched house of the Church of the Holy Sepulchre, that's all for later, at this moment, I still feel that I picked up a huge pie that fell from the sky, and I was excited to not know what to do, and what I couldn't ask for fell into my arms by itself, is there a more refreshing joy than this?

"Your Excellency, Dean, ...... How grateful I am, your great sentiment is true. ”

I pursed my lips and stared at my swollen eyes, tears streaming down my face.

"You shouldn't be thanking me."

Dean Bruni kindly patted me on the shoulder and comforted:

"On the way to Jerusalem, Christ said to the believers who followed: You are the salt of the world, and if salt loses its taste, how can it be made salty again? It will be useless in the future, but it will be thrown out and trampled on. ”

"Aren't you and me grains of salt sprinkled by God on this earth? For an ordinary person to maintain the quality of salt, he should be cautious and far-sighted, humble and learned, peaceful and alert, pious and honest, just and pure. Or how can a man who has defiled his hands with a vile defilement cleanse others of their uncleanness? Therefore, the sages said, 'If the blind man leads the way to the blind man, both of them will fall into the pit, and now that the Vatican is blind, how can he talk about hunting the soul of the lost lamb on behalf of the Holy Lord?' ”

I nodded in agreement, and a picture matched his preaching.

In the final analysis, the old abbot had long seen that the Holy See was not pleasing to the eye, and there was not only the disappointment of the devout believers in the deterioration of the faith of the fellow disciples, but also the long-standing discord between the factions, the Benedictine Society was ostracized at the Council of Nicaea, reduced to a non-mainstream minority, and had to live in the valley and the poorlands, the loneliness and forbearance of the hidden dragon in the abyss beyond ordinary people's imagination.

"If you want God to be nice to you, you must do with joy what pleases him, and especially all that is right to Christ may be obeyed by Christ's statutes."

The more the old dean spoke, the more excited he became, and gradually he had the posture of preparing for a tirade.

"As you can see, the world has been in chaos for so long because of sin that the travelers who travel day and night are not immune from the raids of robbers, and the good people are in danger of being robbed and deceived inside and outside their homes, and it is time for a change, Lord Duke, that in the long run we will face the judgment of the last days."

Seeing that the heat was almost complete, I knelt down on one knee to face Dean Bruni, an act that was clearly unexpected by the latter.

"From the moment I was canonized under the witness of Christ and swore to be the sword of God, I will be able to wield the holy cross as a lifelong honor, and rest assured, Lord Dean, that I am willing to shed my last drop of blood to fulfill my vow."

Habitually touching his waist, when he found that there was nothing there, he remembered that the long sword was not worn.

"It doesn't matter, my lord's child."

The old dean stretched out his hand and gently touched my shoulder, and the warmth of his palm gradually came.

"O merciful Lord, hear the prayer of this faithful man, and bless your pious knight, and forgive him for his sins, for every sword that slashes at the enemy is splashed not with the blood of a pure believer, but the sacrifice of the followers of the devil, the confession of the enemies of Christ, Amen!"

"Amen!"

I crossed it, folded my hands in front of my forehead, and silently recited a passage from the Gospel of Matthew to make sure that the old dean saw him as a good man.

When the prayer was over, he took my arm and said enthusiastically, "Don't be too disrespectful, Lord Duke, you come with me, you have a lot to explain." ”

For the sake of the funding in hand, endure it! I gritted my teeth and held on, and with a decent smile on my face, I accompanied the old dean out of the rooftop.

The old man who came in a good mood opened up the conversation and talked about everything in the dark, and even canceled the lecture in the middle of the afternoon, and arranged for the chef priest to prepare the meal and entertain our group, such as steamed sea bass, willow sprouts, barley bread, and wine mixed with spices and honey from Lake Constance.

To be honest, after listening to too much chatter from the abbot, my stomach is really a little hungry, especially after marching for many days, there is no oil and water, and the food naturally doesn't care about any table manners at present.

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