Arold hurriedly took a few steps back to open the distance, keeping the safety range between people out, and put the honey jar in his hand on the ground, Arold's actions made the girl Leila even more puzzled, her eyes like blue sky stared at the honey jar on the ground, a small pot of this honey is worth more than a month's busy income of an adult farmer, and this precious honey is placed in front of her.

"It's better to mix honey in boiling water and give it to your father." Arold said to Lyra, and then turned to leave to avoid any misunderstanding on the part of the girl, but just as he was about to leave, he stopped and turned around, and said to Lyra, "If you can, return the jar to me when you have used up the honey, because it is my mother's belonging, and I hope your father Chodo will recover soon." ”

When Arold left, his figure gradually became blurred, but he didn't know that his life had just turned around in front of the ghost gate, and from Leila's humble hut, a crossbow stretched out, the head of the crossbow was aimed at Arold's back, the arrow on the crossbow was black and blue, how could the crossbow appear in Leila's home, which was forbidden by church order, but was liked to be used by many lower-class soldiers.

"No, Father, he just wants to help us." Lyra picked up the honey jar on the ground, saw the crossbow sticking out of the room, and quickly stopped it.

"The nobles can't believe it, who knows what tricks they play, ahem." The one holding the crossbow turned out to be the coward Chodo, at this time his vicissitudes of life face did not have the cowardice of the past, the face covered with the ravines of the years was full of Xiao Killing, the usually curved back was straight at this time, and his figure looked a lot taller.

"For my sake, forget it." Leila's eyes were full of pleading, she knelt at her father's feet, and said in a trembling voice, seeing her daughter's pitiful appearance, Jodo sighed and put down the bow in his hand, turned around and hid the bow in a hidden place.

"My daughter, don't forget, we have been living in this remote village for decades because of something, and we will never forget it." After carefully hiding his weapon, Jodo went out of the house to help his daughter up, and he caressed her daughter's hair lovingly, thinking that she was really as beautiful as her mother, which made Jodo fall into memories of the past.

Jodo and his daughter Leila seem to be hiding a deep secret, and this is not what Arrold, who simply wants to help them, knows that he carries the soul of a kind Chinese into this dark and chaotic Middle Ages, but it is so out of place, but fortunately the Wendell family seems to be able to shelter him from the same misfortune as Jodo and his daughter.

Sir Wendell's army matured with the help of the mercenary Marcos, and the deadline for Duke Mason's final date was getting closer, because it was a large-scale war that was different from the previous private war, and Sir Wendell did not intend to ask the little priest to pray before the battle, he wrote a letter to his wife's younger brother, Abbot Hof of St. Fonso Abbey. Hannes, asking him to come personally to pray before the battle, Hoff. Hannes was the most prominent of Madame Eva's relatives, and he was in charge of the Abbey of St. Fonso and owned many estates, which even the local counts had no right to keep.

As a close relative, Hove. Upon receiving the letter, Hannes immediately replied to Sir Wendell, saying that he would personally come and pray for the soldiers, and only hoped that Sir Wendell would be ready to entertain his entourage, and received Hough. Hannes' reply to Sir Wendell was mixed, happy that it was very rare to be able to invite the prestigious Abbot St. Francore, and worried about his own tight financial expenditures, but in order to obtain God's gift of victory on the battlefield, Sir gritted his teeth and decided to agree to this request.

A week later, in the Middle Ages people paid attention to the Sunday, Hove. Abbot Hannes and his entourage came to Sir Wendell's domain, and when they entered the village border, the peasants stood in a line on both sides of the path and took off their hats and knelt down, their expressions solemn and full of awe for the abbot, and Arold watched the fat monks and monks, who rode more horses than the Wendell family combined, and servants drove donkeys with luggage, and several of them with iron pockets and chain mail, Ecclesiastical knights on tall horses kept them safe, while the abbot sat in a carriage made of oak wood, which had no spring mechanism and a bad road surface, and the carriage shook like a broken ship in the sea.

"Honorable and noble Abbot St. Fonso, my dear Hough. Thank you, Lord Hannes, for the glory of my realm. The Wendell family, led by Sir Wendell, waited respectfully outside the lord's house, and when Sir saw the abbot's carriage enter the open space in front of the house, he hurriedly greeted him and said his wishes.

In the interval between the sir's words, the two young monks walked quickly to the carriage, opened the carriage and waited respectfully, only to see a white hand stretched out from the carriage, this finger was slender and each finger was wearing a ring of red, green and blue gemstones, and a jewel came to his face, a monk hurriedly stretched out his hand to support this hand, and immediately a tall and thin body stepped down from the carriage, the top of his head was shaved like other monks, and a ring of brown hair was left on his head, and his nose was high, A pair of blue eyes are deeply sunken, and the lips are a little thin, but the smile that always hangs on the corner of the mouth seems kind.

"Oh, my dear, it's a pleasure to see you." Hough. Hannes smiled and opened his arms to Lady Eva and Sir Wendell, and they each hugged cordially before parting, and the atmosphere outside the lord's house became friendly and warm, and the servants of the Wendell family immediately brought a bench made of fir wood for Hough. Hannes' men rested, the knights led their horses into the Wendell stables, and the noble knights were settled in the lord's house.

"It's really magnanimous, when will I be able to have this status." Yves stood in the door of the barely renovated lord's house, looking at Hove. Uncle Hannis's team of servants muttered to themselves, and Arold smiled when he heard it.

"What are you laughing at?" Ive's eyes widened, and he angrily scolded his brother.

"Nothing? Just think that God's servants are too rich, is this what a clergy should be? It's like being an upstart. Arold grinned, he was not a foolish and superstitious person in this era, he knew that the reason why these clergy lived a rich life was entirely by exploiting the nobles and the people, just like moths that society did not produce, which may also be influenced by the unique religious outlook of the Chinese.

"Hmph, what do you know about this little thing who has never been far away? God divides the people into praying, fighting, and working, and the prayers are people like Uncle Hove, who pray to God on behalf of the people, and it is we, the nobles, who fight, and in order to maintain justice and order in the world, it is the serfs and the burghers who work, and they serve the priests and the nobles, this is God's will, do you dare to doubt God's will. Yves said triumphantly, glad that he had heard a sermon in the cathedral of the provincial capital.

Hearing that Yves actually moved out of God's will, Arold didn't say anything, after all, he was an uninvited guest of another era with a weak heart, and he couldn't help but regret his imprudentness, but Yves did not continue to pursue after winning this debate, this era was not the era of the crazy Inquisition after the Crusades, people did not pay much attention to ideology, and there were even many more radical heretical ideas remaining in the Black Forest of Germany.

The Wendell family did everything they could to entertain Hove. Hannes, however, was overstretched by declining property, and at the time of the dinner the apples stored last year were shriveled and dehydrated, and Hove ate them. Hannes and the others frowned, but after walking for a day, they were hungry and thirsty, and they could only barely swallow, for the sake of their sister's face, the abbot just drank ale to cover up his disappointment, but the others were a little unhappy, originally as these monks who owned their own manor, most of them were from aristocratic families, and after entering the church, their social status was also above that of the nobles, and they were treated richly wherever they went, but they did not expect to be treated so coldly in this remote village, and their hearts were all angry.

The atmosphere of discontent gradually permeated the dinner, except for the beginning of Hove. Hannes had spoken to Mr. and Mrs. Wendell, and Sir Wendell, sensing the awkwardness, coughed lightly and raised his glass to the monks.

"Noble monks who serve God, no words of praise can describe how grateful I am to you at this time, and I can only serve you with the most sincere heart when you are able to come under my humble roof."

"Thank you for your hospitality, Sir." The monks hurriedly raised their glasses in return to Sir Wendell, most of them knew that they had to save face for their masters, even if they were dissatisfied, but not all of them thought so.

"Oh my God, God testify, I have never seen such hospitality." A young monk with a young face dressed in a gray monk's robe said in a mocking tone, and a reddish birthmark on his right cheek was particularly noticeable.

"This brother is Brother Robert from Perhelim." Hough. Hannes' brow furrowed slightly, but for a moment he regained his composure, and he introduced Sir Wendell to the family.