As soon as Brother Robert finished speaking, Jeff looked around nervously, for fear of being heard by the others, but fortunately, the others had already followed Hough by this time. Hannes went to the hilltop church, where the entrance to the mine was located, and the miners had gone deep to dig so that no one could hear their plot.

"For the Lord's sake, don't be kidding, my monk." Jeff breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that there was no one around, and he wiped his baldness with his sleeve, and although he sometimes had the idea of killing the troubled abbot, God testified that he was only thinking.

"Impossible, the knights around the abbot will protect him, we don't have enough manpower." The one-eyed man next to Jeff said openly.

"I know I wouldn't have been able to guarantee it if it had been before, but thanks to Hough. Hannes's stupid nephew, he gave me a God-given opportunity. Brother Robert smiled darkly, the pale red birthmark on his face became more and more terrifying, but the one-eyed man was much more normal than him.

"Oh, what chance?" Contractor Jeff asked curiously.

"Come here." Brother Robert made a gesture to Jeff, their heads pressed together, muttering something as the light of the lamps and candles in the mine flickered, dragging their figures long into the dark cavern.

Hough. Hannes knelt in the chapel with his hands on the prayer stand and bowed his head in silence. The interior of the church is a dome-like structure, with dozens of stone pillars supporting the top of the church, and a cross-shaped hole carved into the altar, from which the sunlight can penetrate to form a cross beam, and this luminous shape shines into the body of the person who prays on the presiding altar or kneeling in front of the altar, which can play an incredible psychological role. And every abbot must pray all night in front of this sacred altar after his re-election, both to obtain spiritual upliftment and to further confirm his legal status, and of course to protect the safety of the successor, the door of the church is guarded by religious knights, so it is impossible to attempt to assassinate here.

At night, outside the church, the knights burned a bonfire, and in the deep mountains, in addition to the howling of the wind, the howling of wolves, the knights vigilantly guarded the only entrance to the church, and after this calm night, the next morning, when the dawn shone here, the wooden door of the church was pushed open, and Hough. Hannes walked out wearily by the door, and Woodlow and several other knights hurriedly stepped forward to help him, and they wrapped their thick and warm cloaks around the abbot's body.

"Let's go back to San Fonso." Hough. Abbot Hannis sat down in his carriage, raised his left hand wearily, and commanded the knights.

"Yes, Dean."

Hough. Hannes' men and servants sprang into action, took everything they had, extinguished the bonfires on the ground, and harnessed the cattle behind the wagon and walked down the hill, the path of which had been carved out by the monks for generations was still winding, and the ground was so potholed with stones that the wagon staggered and tumbled, but it was only in the wagon. Hannes because of the springs under the seat, the shock-absorbing seat makes Hove. Hannes was drowsy.

"We should be slow, the trails here are not easy to walk." Woodlaw was on his horse, his iron bag behind him, and his chain mail rattled as the horse jolted.

"But our beloved abbot is anxious to return to the monastery, and we should proceed faster according to the abbot's orders." In the trail where the two men were barely riding side by side, Brother Robert rode only a little behind Woodlaw, and he heard Woodlow's words.

"Oh? It's the first time you've accepted the Dean's orders so happily. Woodlaw looked at Robert with some strange eyes, although they were of the same clan, he didn't like this cousin with a birthmark on his face, he always revealed a cold feeling in his body.

"I'm just tired of arguing with him." Brother Robert coughed lightly and pulled his hood from his head with both hands to hide his expression.

"Hmm." A sense of foreboding rose in Woodlow's heart, and he unconsciously tightened the reins of his horse, his brow furrowed.

The procession, under the deliberate guidance of Brother Robert, quickened the pace of its advance, and the servants on foot in the rear team even distanced themselves because they could not keep up, the loose ranks were out of order, and the knights were also distracted by the chaotic rhythm, and at this moment, there was a noise from the front, and there were exclamations from the front.

"What's going on?" Woodlaw asked, startled, grabbing a servant who was desperately running backwards, and the servant turned out to be the man who was following the carriage, his face was bloodied with scratches, and his face was pale with panic.

"Something happened, and the dean fell off the cliff." The servant's lips trembled, and he trembled all over, and he spoke incoherently when he was caught by Woodlowe.

"What? How can it be? Woodlaw felt a cold sweat break out behind him, his face flushed, and he shouted as he lifted the servant with all his might.

"Ahem, Your Excellency the Dean really fell out of the carriage, where is a mountain cliff." The servant was nearly suffocated by the collar, and in order not to be killed by the enraged knight, he hastened to tell Woodlow what had happened in the briefest possible language.

"Shall we go and see what we will see? Let go of this poor fellow. Brother Robert patted Woodlaw on the shoulder and said to him.

Woodlaw let go of the servant, and with his legs between his legs, he rushed through the crowd to the place where the accident had occurred, a bend in the mountain, with a steep cliff on the left, where the carriage was parked, and the two horses were still leisurely eating the weeds by the roadside, while a monk lay on the ground, his eyes were wide and his eyes were twitching, and the other two monks were holding him.

"It is God's will, absolutely God's will." The monk was still muttering something to himself, and the other two monks nodded in agreement.

"Lord, what the hell is going on?" Woodlaw jumped off his horse, walked a few steps to the carriage, and poked his head to see that the door to the left side of the carriage was gone, presumably falling into the cliff, and the seat was lifted to reveal the spring inside. From the scene, it looks like a bumpy mountain road, causing the seats in the carriage to lift open, and Hough is defenseless. Abbot Hannis rushed out of the cliff from the left side, and it seemed that it was a complete accident.

"It is God's will." Behind Woodlaw, a voice came from him, and he didn't have to look back to know that it was his cousin, Brother Robert.

Hough. The body of the abbot of Hannes was found at the foot of the mountain, his body was broken in two, his upper body was broken into a patty, and the lower half of his body was hung on the branch of a tree that grew on the cliff, and the monks finally packed his body away, according to religious customs, in order to bring the venerable abbot back to life on the resurrection day, they had to sew his body together with fine threads woven from wool, but the monks could not help but murmur in private, why God let the venerable abbot die so miserably, Could it be that this all-knowing God is to Hove. Hannes was not satisfied, could this affect the monastery of St. Fonso, and this uneasiness gradually spread.

"It's all God to Hove. Abbot Hannes was not pleased with the result, so I made many kind and kind suggestions for his various actions, but our tyrannical abbot never took my words to heart, and God knew all this. "Of all the voices, there was one of the harshest criticisms of the late abbot, and that was Brother Robert, whose harsh voice always echoed in the cloisters of the abbey, and he was surrounded by more and more supporters, and more and more people were willing to listen to his harsh voice.

The executive group of ten of the monastery held an election of a new abbot in a gloomy weather, and in the dimly lit silent room, the monks dressed in the same style of monk's robes elected their new leader, usually the most respected monks, or the full recommendation of the previous abbot. This time, however, Robert gained the support of most of the monks and became the new abbot.

"Brother Robert, are you willing to give for the sake of St. Fonso's Abbey?"

"Whether you are willing to be careful to protect God's welfare."

"Are you willing to sacrifice yourself......"

The ten elders sat around the oak chair that symbolized the abbot's throne, and in this oak chair Robert was full of ambition, and he answered the vows that the elders asked him to take one by one, and when he had fulfilled them, they all stepped forward and raised their right hands on him, indicating that they would henceforth entrust themselves to the new abbot.

"Has your wish been granted?" Just after the ritual was completed, a large man with one eye entered the night and met Robert quietly, speaking to Robert in the abbot's bedroom.

"Of course, but that's just the beginning." Robert was so complacent that he looked at the bedroom and his office and suddenly felt that something might be added to his style that didn't suit him.

"Great, then you and my master can make an agreement, right? Don't forget, who helped you at Hove. Hannes' carriage was hand-wrenched. The one-eyed man asked.

"Hmph, pay attention to your wording, it's the abbot of St. Fonso in front of you." Robert looked at the man in front of him dissatisfied, but paused as if thinking about something, and then continued, "St. Fonso's iron ore will still be handed over to your master. ”