When the wooden door opened, Father Paul came out with his Bible in his hand, and the knight class handed him the hat and followed him, Father Paul looked a little tired, and when he saw Julian, he was slightly surprised, and Julian immediately explained his origin to Father Paul.

"Come with me to where I live, the writing tools are there." Father Paul motioned to Julian, and together they walked through the dark alleys, strangely enough to live in a large mansion that Marty had given him, but rather an ordinary wooden house that was almost leaning and collapsing.

"You live right here? What about the big house that Ms. Marty gave you? Julian looked at the humble house in front of him dumbfounded, and asked the priest from Rome.

"I can't live in such a big house by myself, so I have turned it into an almshouse, and some poor and homeless people can live there, and it is enough for me to have my own house where I can put a bed." Father Paul stepped forward and unlocked the door, pushed open the creaking wooden door, and invited Julian in, where it was small enough to fit a wooden bed covered with hay, and a writing table, on which ink and parchment were placed, and a wooden cross hung on the wall in front of the writing table, revealing the priesthood of the owner of the house.

"You are such a holy man." Even Julian had to admit at this time that Father Paul's life was poor, and it was not easy to become a monk in this era, and the clergy were the class that controlled the intellectual structure of the whole society, most of them were born into the nobility, and they had long been accustomed to a luxurious life, and once they became priests, once they were promoted from apprentices to official clergy, they would be assigned to various lords by the Holy See. Not only did they rightfully live in the castle and enjoy the same material treatment as the courtiers, but they were also the mouthpiece of the lords' spiritual rule over the people.

It is impossible for such clergy to share the weal and woe of the common people, and the early teachings of Christianity have long been forgotten, but Julian saw the bright side of the early Notre Dame in Father Paul, and it is no wonder that the number of converts in Villeshire is increasing. It seems that Father Paul has done a lot of work.

"I've written you a good letter." Father Paul wrote the letter, rolled it together, and gave it to Julian, who took the letter and bowed to the venerable priest before leaving.

"Father Paul, the time for repentance has come." The knight class watched Julian leave, and only then did he say to Father Paul, who asked the class to remind him of the moment of repentance.

"Ah, that's right." Looking at Julian's back as he left, Father Paul came back to his senses thoughtfully. He had always believed that they could only be saved by believing in the true God, but the threat of the pagans was real, and Mecklenburg's ambivalence made the pious priest feel that he had deviated from the doctrine, and this ambivalence made him feel confused, and Father Paul began his confession in search of the truth.

"Slap, smack, smack~~." Father Paul took off his robe and faced the cross on the wall. He held a whip made of leather zuò in his hand, and with a flick of his hand, nine leather whips left marks on his scarred back. The pain made him convulse, but in the eyes of the pious priest it brought him closer to the truth, and the blood flowed down his back, as if the humble human mind communicated with the gods through the painful ritual of guò.

"God bless~." Faced with this mad abuse of the priest, the knight class fell down on one knee and prayed to the priest and the cross, believing that he had found the true saint. He was willing to guard the priest as a disciple of Jesus Christ.

As if all religions had to shed blood, and the Slavs in the east had sacrificed their gods with the blood of several slaves, the hero Kang Tuoyi set out on a journey with the blessings of the sacrifices, and his first target was his brother, the Slavs, led by the leaders of their respective tribes, to Bilisi. There were the same Slavic tribes as they were.

"You're saying Kang Tuoyi is attacking his brother's tribe?" A few days later, in Mecklenburg, Arold received a letter from Julian for help and information from the Brotherhood of Blooddrops, and the situation changed so that he had to make the right decision whether to continue to reinforce Willer and attack Kangtuoyi, or sit back and watch the Slavs fight each other.

"Lord Earl, I'll send reinforcements to Willer later, now Kang Tuoyi's attack is not focused on Ms. Marty's territory, we can let the soldiers train a little more." Baron Ron said to Arrod that the new army of Mecklenburg had just been formed, and that if they were rushed into battle, they would probably fail, and if an army failed at the beginning of the battle, their morale would definitely suffer.

"No, we should send soldiers, a real army must be on the battlefield to be able to hone into an iron army, and this is the case with the German mercenary regiments." Arold held the letter in his hand, but shook his head and said to Baron Ron.

"How many men are you going to send to Willle?" Baron Ron asked curiously.

"Weller? Oh no, I'm sending reinforcements to Bilis. A sly smile appeared on the corner of Arrod's mouth, although he had fought a big battle against Billis, but now it was clear that the enemy was trying to unify the Slavs Kang Tuoyi, and the enemy of the enemy was my friend This principle is still useful, of course Arold will not trust Bilis, but pressing a nail on Kang Tuoyi's back is an extremely effective strategy.

"Billis? Lord Earl, Billis is a villain, he has killed many of our warriors, and what can Lady Marty explain? Baron Ron said in surprise, he didn't expect Arold to make such a decision, and if this decision was known to Lady Marty, he would not agree to it, after all, Billis was her father's killer.

"Yes, we must settle this matter, and then I will send a letter to both Madam Marty and Julian, and I will appease them. In the meantime, I'm going to select a few valiant men from the squire to go through the enemy's territory and contact Bilisi. Arold rubbed his hands together, he lowered his head and thought for a moment, the information of Marty, Julian, and Billis combed through his mind, and then he looked up and said to Baron Ron.

"How do you appease Lady Marty's vengeful anger?" Baron Ron shook his head, he didn't think there was anything that would make Lady Marty let Billis go, but as Arold's vassal, he decided to do what his monarch had ordered.

The messenger from Mecklenburg soon shuttled the road to Wille County, bringing Arjord's letter to Lady Martí and Julian, when Lady Martí received the letter, her first reaction was anger, it was in order to avenge her father that she joined the Catholic Church, and became Arold's ally, no matter how she was scolded by her compatriots, but at this time Arold told her to join forces with Billisi, which was a betrayal for the strong female lordess.

"Mrs. Marty, Mistress Julian asks to see you." Marty sat among the columns of the cloister, her hand in her hand and Arold's letter in her hand, her other on her knee, her eyes fixed on the fallen flowers in the courtyard, when a servant stepped forward and spoke.

"No, oh, let him in." Marty said with a lonely expression.

"Yes." The servant bowed to her, and then went out and invited Julian in, as in fact Julian did not need to be notified when he entered.

"Ms. Marty." Julian had another letter in his hand, and after bowing to Marty, he stood quietly watching the lady lord with her slender shoulders carrying the burden.

"He's really going to do it/?" Marty asked, turning his head to look at Julian.

"The Earl is a very assertive man, and once he has made up his mind, he will act on it." Julian sighed and said to Marty.

"It turns out that our alliance is just a joke." Marty angrily stood up and shouted to Julian. (To be continued......)