"Did you say them?"

The monk who spoke had slender cheeks and a pair of beautiful Danfeng eyes that were extremely charming, and he was definitely a demon who made a woman's heart move, but it was a pity that he was willing to put on a gray robe and become a slave of God.

"They are the first thirty-three followers of the Friar Tirius, also known as the Thirty-Three Sages of St. Galle, who have been around them for the rest of their lives, and there are a total of one thousand and eighty-nine steps from the bottom of the mountain to the front of the monastery, and each of them guards thirty-three steps, exactly thirty-three, how wonderful do you say God's arrangement is in the dark!"

The handsome monk looked like a person who was fascinated by reverence, like a person who appeared at every turn to say that he was emotional, and I reflexively shivered.

For the rest of the journey, I regretted very much the question I had just asked, and the monk opened up the conversation and began to spread the history of the religion of St. Gal and the thirty-three believers, how to follow Tirius to overcome obstacles and create a grand hegemony and other historical knowledge, which was no less passionate than that of a street shop, you can't buy a loss for ten dollars, and you can't buy the bloody propaganda of ten dollars, and he is really blind to his good eloquence if he is not a politician.

"Here we are, Lord Duke." In contrast, the other monk was much more sedate and spoke concisely and to the point, with little nonsense.

"The Magyars surrounded the monastery, huh? Arrived so soon? ”

The young monk was evidently unsatisfied, and though he reluctantly shut up, he did not forget to give me a hint: "If you wish to continue listening, Lord Duke, I am always with you, and remember that we have spoken of the third year of Abbot Antony's presiding business. ”

"Hehe......"

I blurted out this classic spit to express the indignation of the torture in my heart:

"Of course, of course, I have to listen to it, it's so interesting."

The monastery's iron-clad gates are as tall as a three-story building, and with its dark stone walls, it exudes a sense of history, and mortals feel ashamed to stand at its feet.

In the corner of the iron door there was a small door for people to enter and exit, and the more steadied monk walked over and gently fastened it, and in a moment the partition window on the door was opened, and the people inside looked out, and then the latch was removed, and the mysterious inner court of the Abbey of St. Gal was finally revealed to us.

"Lord Dean is waiting for you in the chapel."

The monks who led the way finished their task and bowed in unison, and the young monk blinked secretly, as if to say that he remembered to come to me.

"Then you will be received by the Anochi brothers, Lord Duke, and may the light of God be upon you, Amen."

When the two monks were far away, I let out a long sigh of relief, and the monk of Anoch stared strangely, and his body wrapped in a wide robe was very strong.

"Is there any problem, sir?"

"It's nothing, it's just that the road up the mountain is too tiring, take me to see the dean."

With an apologetic smile, I tidied up my clothes a little, wiped clean chain mail and a white-washed blouse, how shabby and shabby it was, even the monk's robe looked more gorgeous than this.

The main chapel is the quintessence of the monastery, with two towers supporting the main structure that lifts the building to the skyline, and the walls are decorated with lifelike reliefs, the oldest part of which dates back to the time of Emperor Constantine of the Roman Empire.

The interior of the chapel is also beautifully carved and decorated, especially the golden lamp stands hanging from the vault, and the constant lighting of butter candles makes the empty hall shine with gold.

"Good day, Lord Duke." Abbot Bruny of the Abbey of St. Gary warmly extended his hands, and I took two quick steps and bowed my head to kiss his huge ruby ring.

"May God bless you, honorable Dean." Owen and the others saluted and kissed the ring in turn, and the attendant stopped at the door, naturally on guard.

"I just heard about the tragedy in Nijmegen, and God will punish those who are sinners."

The dean, dressed in a gray cloth gown that did not match the priceless ruby ring, with a broken hemp rope tied around his waist, and a thin and emaciated countenance, took me by the hand and came to the table and motioned for everyone to take their seats.

On the table were simple things, a stoneware kettle, a few wooden cups, a plate of dried figs, in stark contrast to the palatial chapel, and the Benedictine monks adhered to the dogma of pure hardship, and even if the noble emperor came, he would only have a few more trout from Lake Constance.

"If you have mercy, you wish to pray for my dead wife, who is my angel and should be an angel of God." Serena was an eternal pain in my heart, and I choked up and pleaded.

Dean Bruny's kind smile touched the back of my hand comfortingly, and that smile was as comfortable as a ray of warm sunshine shining on my body.

"I've prayed for you, Lord Duke, the days will go on, don't be overly sad."

These originally cold words came out of his mouth, and they carried a different kind of heart-warming power, perhaps this is the role of religion.

The little friars came in with salt and bread, and when Owen saw it, he lost his appetite, and all the ascetics lived the same life of poverty, seeking the tempering of their minds through pious chanting and restraining their desires, just as they followed the creed of St. Benedict of Noosia.

The son of a Roman nobleman gave up his privileged life and prestige and went to the Cassino Mountains in central Italy to beg for his own suffering, claiming to restore the simplest Christian faith, as Jesus said to the Samaritan woman:

"Worship him with your heart and in your truth."

Boredom, Owen politely got up and took his leave, and the monk took him on a tour of the rest of the monastery, and the only two people left in the chapel of the University were me, Abbot Bruny, and the atmosphere instantly fell silent.

"I'm here to ask for your help, Dean." After debating half of the bread, I thought for a long time before I spoke.

"I know!"

The old man replied succinctly, looking at me with deep eyes full of wisdom.

"People always pray to God when they are unlucky, and nobles always think of monasteries when they are short of money."

He defused the embarrassment with a witty remark: "What do you want the monastery to do?" ”

I've always disliked this kind of bargaining scene, if you have some chips in your hand, if you have a white wolf with a naked empty glove, you always feel like sitting on the uncomfortable cold stool of the bank to apply for a loan.

The staff looked at people through the thick bulletproof glass, looked through the various certificates issued by many units that you worked so hard to run, and then asked commandingly:

Do you have a regular job? Is the mortgaged house full title? Is CPF paid in full? Are there any other assets that can be valued? At this time, I felt uncomfortable all over my body, and I answered more carefully than my mother-in-law, for fear that any sentence would go against the mood of others and cause all my efforts to be lost.

Now it is like this, Dean Bruni sits with his hands crossed, staring at me kindly, like an old grandmother at the school gate beckoning you to buy popsicles.

"What can the Abbey do for you?"

After he said this, he held the cross on his chest and tilted his head, and I pretended to drink water to hide my dry mouth, feeling that I was no different from the scrawny and crucifixion Jesus on the cross.

After a moment's composure, I decided to take a roundabout strategy, put down my glass and said, "Remember the first time I visited you?" ”

"Of course, I remember it was almost three years ago."

The abbot narrowed his eyes and fell into a distant memory: "When His Majesty Otto passed through St. Garne on his way to the army, and on the occasion of leading the people to the monastery to pray for victory, you are one of His Majesty's followers. ”

"That's right, I'm just a little baron, and I was appreciated for saving the first pope, and I was able to enter His Majesty's field of vision."

My shadow is reflected in the cup that is almost bottoming, gently shaken, and rippling flowers, like smoke rolling in the past and roaring away, remembering that it has become yesterday's yellow flower.

"I was deeply impressed by the grandeur of the monastery and the hard life of the monks, you do not love money, but you have amassed the wealth of a country that rivals the rich, you want to be born, but you are often disturbed by the mortal dust, like a child walking on the road with a big gold nugget in his arms, and all the others cast envious and greedy eyes."

Dean Bruni smiled slightly: "Do you know what I noticed?" ”

Seeing that I was confused, he shook his head and continued: "Each of you has different expressions, and your expressions can be pretended, but the natural eyes can't deceive people, His Majesty Otto, Duke Herman, Duke Henry, etc., you are different from them. ”

"Oh?"

I didn't expect him to talk about it, and I was interested in inquiring.

"The so-called relationship is born from the heart. It's a wonderful thing. ”

"His Majesty Otto is full of confidence, and when he walks, he involuntarily straightens his chest and raises his head, like a proud rooster, and regards himself as the heir of Augustus everywhere, Duke Hermann always has a calm face, and when he does not speak, he is quiet and terrible, in fact, his heart is very fragile, his style of acting is too calm, and he is more than enterprising, Duke Henry tries his best to show the atmosphere of control, hoping to overpower others, from the moment he enters the monastery, his eyes are constantly looking around, and his perverted possessiveness makes his eyes full of blood-red desire, This is a man with low eyes, easy to do things in a hurry, and now the raging civil war is the result of his emotional actions, and you, very different......"

The old dean said that at the end of his voice, it seemed that he was going to have a high opinion, which caused me to hurriedly listen:

"Your attention is not on the golden lampstand in the hall, nor on the amber-encrusted walls of the worship room, but on the mottled reliefs and ancient scrolls in the hands of the scribes, and even the ability to stumble through the ancient Lunes texts, which alone is enough to amaze people!"

Oh, I would love to covet the amber inlaid on the walls of the Tyrius Chapel, but who gave me the chance to go in and see it? As for paying attention to the ancient scrolls, it's purely because I like the colorful illustrations in them, and as for what ancient lune language I can read, please, it's clearly a spelling English word that has not passed the fourth level of college dog conditioning, okay? I complained frantically in my stomach, but my face pretended to be flattered and panicked:

"You've won a prize."

Dean Bruni looked at my reaction with satisfaction, as if the teacher was appreciating his successful protégé.

"Appreciation is appreciation, and there must be one thing to say and two to say about the right thing." The soul engineer who keeps teaching people tirelessly suddenly turns into a profiteer, which is nothing more than a change of face.

"The Vatican has a new pope, Cardinal Odosius ascends to the throne of Peter, and becomes the most honorable servant of God on earth, honoring His Holiness John XVII."

The hermit faction who believed in the teachings of St. Benedict had always had a bad relationship with the Vatican, and they accused those bishops who wore gold and silver for deviating from the true nature of the herdsmen and falling into a terrible whirlpool of desires, from which the Vatican believed that these monks who monopolized the place under the banner of monasticism were heretics who were not heretics, despised the authority of the Holy See and had their own system, and greatly undermined the unity of the fatwa of the universal Church.

Sure enough, Dean Bruni pursed his lips with a dull gaze.

"We have not been invited to the Vatican Council for nearly a hundred years, since Emperor Lothair I exempted the monasteries from paying taxes, and even the diocese bishops of Constance have not been asked to have St. Gal for Mass."

The perennial vegetarian life made his complexion pale, and he lacked the texture that a healthy person should have.

"No matter how the Holy See of Peter changes the succession, it is the same for us, the Benedictines as an unpopular outlier are far less influential than the Assyrians who split from the Eastern Church."

"So, I'm here with you."

Leaning forward slightly, I stared at the fine wrinkles at the corners of the old dean's eyes, hoping to find out what he really thought, but it was really difficult.

"Tell you the truth, Dean, I had just fought with Count Lechfeld before I arrived in St. Galle, and he left you, right? The Earl died of a serious injury, the team fell apart, and I was no better than the soldiers, and I had to pay a higher price in exchange for the support of the mercenary group, but the problem was, I had no money. ”

"No money? May I guess, you wouldn't want the monastery to pay for it, would you? ”

The old dean's eyes widened in surprise: "It seems that the guess is correct, please give me a reason to convince me." ”

He crossed his arms again, staring at me lovingly, and the pressure returned.

"With the change of the Holy See of Peter, the new Pope of Odosius and the Vatican in my hands, is this not an opportunity for the Benedictines to return to the cardinals?"

Dean Bruni sat upright calmly, and my chips obviously failed to impress him: "As long as you return to the cardinals, with your strong accumulation and my instructions, the Benedictines will definitely get a majority of cardinals just around the corner, and it is not impossible to get involved with the Pope in the future!" ”

"You're talking to yourself, Lord Duke."

The old dean nodded his forehead and smiled politely at me.

"Why do you think St. Benedict gave up his privileged aristocratic life and resolutely left Rome and traveled all the way to live a complete monastic life in the caves of Supia?"

"St. Benedict was a very wise teacher, he did not teach the believers how to pray, but only asked for the reverence of the Lord, the greatest karmic result of penance is joy, the monastery was full of joy and peace, everyone with a sincere heart, with tears of repentance, expressed in their lives the passion of love for Christ over all, and realized that the kingdom of the Lord is always present, but the world has gone astray by seeking too much, and we show our hope in the Lord and the peace of Christ with courtesy and respect, and glory to God."

After talking for a long time, the old man, who had been in the case file all his life, said slowly: "If we seek wealth and power, then the teachings of St. Benedict and our own hard work in the hearing over the years will be meaningless, what is the difference between this and the Vatican's godbrothers?" The world only covets the wealth held by the monastery, but it never thinks about how we have accumulated, God is fair to all beings, and hard work will be rewarded. ”

To tell you the truth, Dean Bruny's impassioned tirade, I didn't understand it at all, and I vaguely grasped a rough idea.

"Thank you for your hospitality, Dean, the time of the midday period is almost up, and I will come back to visit you at a later date."

Touched a soft nail, indicating that the homework is not done thoroughly, failed to understand what these monks want to get, I firmly believe that people must have something to ask for in the world, and the clergy who revere and worship the Lord are not exempt from vulgarity, since the two are not speculative, they must be self-aware at the moment, and take retreat as the after-effect of Xu Guan, Liu Bei is also cheeky and looked at the thatched cottage before inviting Zhuge Liang, who was coaxed by the cow, in order to lie in the cellar and wait for the rescued gold coins, I have no choice but to go out and come a few more times.

"Please stay, Lord Duke."

What do you say, let me stay? A big stick to reward a sweet date, right? It turned out that Xiao Jiujiu was buried so deeply.

I pretended to be distressed and sat down again, my face full of few acquaintances, and who listened to the coldness of the strings:

"I'm sorry to make you laugh."

"What I refuse is your blatant dirty exchange of benefits in the holy abode of God, which not only undermines the nobility of the monastery, but also tarnishes your honor as the sword of God."

He said indignantly, as if he was quite chilled.

"But I'm not deniing you the help I can."

I frowned suspiciously: "What do you mean ......"

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