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It's wine, and it's new.

The news of the Divine Judgment has swept through the Duchy of Brittany, even among the clergy living in the monasteries, not to mention the venerable bishop of the diocese (who also serves as the abbot).

On the day of the judgment, the bishop was a little uneasy, so he asked the priest to open him the wine he had made from the previous year, and he hid in his room and tasted it slowly.

At first, he refused.

The Count of Brest and Magnus, two men, one representative of the traditional Breton aristocracy, the other a ruthless murderer; He was a small abbot, and he couldn't afford to offend anything, and he just wanted to live a peaceful life, even if he didn't become this bishop......

But when a man sits at home, evil falls from heaven.

A messenger from the Count of Brest came to the door with his letters.

The messenger (referring to Kurt) was indeed good, and the words of the Lotus Flower were also rich enough for the Count to give him, and the size of the monastery was doubled, and he was no longer a puppet but a real bishop, and he was also given a personal gift of five hundred pounds of silver.

But the bishop still did not dare.

Rengui is self-aware, when he was just a small priest, he was forcibly arrested by the Duke of Brittany to be the bishop when he collected tithes, and he understood that force is the last word, no matter how good the conditions opened by the Count of Brest, he was far away in the sky, and Magnus's blade could be cut down at any time!

However, although he rejected Kurt, he did not throw away the Count's letter, nor did he send to inform Magnus.

If he did, he would have made a good impression on Magnus, but he would have offended the Count to death.

If the Earl calls back later, will he still have a way to live?

The weaker ones mixed in the two strong, every step is like walking a tightrope.

Thinking of this, the bishop couldn't help but sigh again.

Today's divine judgment, it stands to reason that he should be present, even if Magnus did not invite him, as the bishop of the region, he is obliged to preside over and adjudicate.

But it was because he was timid that he preferred to hide in the monastery rather than go out and show his head.

Frustrated, the bishop took another sip of wine.

Honey and wine, which were the main sources of income for the monastery - bees needed hives, enough flowers for the bees to pick, grapes also needed a lot of open space to build sheds, and the peasants who could not even eat enough to eat, wishing that the fields were all full of crops, would never grow such flashy things.

The wine was a little sour......

The bishop frowned.

In the Middle Ages, because of the lack of storage technology, old wines were often used as old vinegar - in fact, some unrefined aristocrats used two kinds of wine at banquets, one new for drinking, and the other for seasoning.

Originally, the bishop wanted the priest to call the serf who was in charge of wine-making and give him a good reprimand. But the thought swirled around three times, and the bishop eventually gave up on the idea.

Why bother?

Can training an inconspicuous serf change his current situation?

Obviously not.

Instead of wasting your energy, think about how you can get through this difficult time.

As a result of the divine judgment, no matter which side wins in the end, the remaining tiger will not let go of his piece of fat, if he dedicates all the savings of the monastery over the years, I wonder if he can save his own life?

However, the bishop did not want to cause trouble, but he wanted to come to him.

Outside the monastery was a high wall, which not only ensured the purity of the clergy, so that they could easily access God, but also protected the monastery from the enemy, and the bishop often took pride in this high wall, affectionately calling it 'Theodosius'.

The walls of Constantine, the city that never falls.

But today, the walls that have guarded the monastery for many years can keep the enemy from invading, but they cannot block the noise of boiling oil.

Even if the bishop's room was already the center of the monastery, it was made of bricks, and the soundproofing was not bad, but it could not prevent the invasion of the sound, let alone what had become outside.

"Your Excellency, please come out and have a look! The monastery was surrounded by a group of peasants! ”

Farmer? Siege of the monastery?

It's ridiculous! Who gave them the guts!

On top of the alcohol, the bishop who was quite indistinguishable almost laughed out loud when he heard the words of the priest outside the door, he was afraid of the soldiers, he was afraid of the snow bright blade, and he was not a group of uneducated peasants!

What the Lord said, yes, 'Be a shepherd, shepherd the Lamb.'" ’

Farmers, just be lambs honestly and wait for the sheep to be sheared.

"I'm coming."

Although he thought so in his heart, the alcohol still did not make the bishop lose his mind, and he staggered to his feet, and the bishop responded.

Then I heard a rumbling sound.

It was really rumbling, it sounded like something had collapsed......

The bishop immediately woke up from his drunkenness, and rushed out of the room in three steps and two steps, after which he was stunned.

The wall, collapsed.

The high wall that sheltered the tranquility of the monastery, which the bishop regarded as an impassable wall, was overthrown by the peasants by force.

Well, it's not an incredible thing, although the name of the high wall is strong and domineering, but it can't hide the fact that it is just a lump of dirt; Moreover, the wall is high, but the thickness is not enough, and the five thousand people present, even if there are less than a hundred who really come into contact with the high wall, and exert force at the same time, this earthen wall will naturally not be able to hold on.

Moreover, what is more terrible than the collapse of the high wall is the peasants who have no end in sight.

Though they wore tattered clothes, and their faces were full of malnutrition and hunger, there was something indescribable about everyone, as if they were doing something greater than desecrating the dwelling place of the Lord.

The bishop doesn't think they're all here to worship.

Although the crowd was large and noisy, there was a vague order, and the walls were torn down, and the excited crowd did not move further, but calmed down for the time being.

This gave the bishop a glimmer of hope - he had not yet connected the peasants with the Divine Judgment, but thought that he did not know which clergyman had done something bad and had been found out and aroused the anger of the people - which did not happen often, but there were still a few times.

It's just that this time it's a big one.

So the bishop straightened his clothes, and went around the priest who was trembling and praying for shelter to the Lord, and smiled kindly, ready to appease the peasants first.