But it was said that Segolena and Augustine had left Moldova, and the master and servant had gone all the way to the west. When he arrived with Viscount Durand seven years earlier, he had traveled along the Carpathians, but this time he had turned back from the Danube, and the scenery was quite different.

There are two water and drought routes from Moldova to Rome. The dry road first followed the Danube to Belgrade, then the Sava River turned to Ljubljana and Venice, and then followed the peninsula's trade route south to Rome;

After much thought, Segolena decided to take the waterway through the port of Ragusa. During his time in the Valley, Brother Kavanagh taught him to familiarize himself with epic works such as the Odyssey and the Argo and the Iason, and he had a longing for sailing the sea, and he could not miss such an opportunity.

So their master and servant walked at sunrise and rest at moonrise, and looked at Belgrade all the way. Before leaving, Archbishop Joseph prepared a lot of plates for them, and they did not have to worry about food and clothing along the way, they did not need to eat and sleep in the open, and they did not suffer any hardships, and they walked quite victoriously. Occasionally, he encountered some bandits and bandits along the way, and without Segolena's intervention, Augustine gently dismissed them.

The Danube River is the pivot of the Europa trade route, connecting Ottoman Turkey and Central Asian countries in the east, the Hanseatic League in the west, the principalities of Central Europe in the north, and Italy in the south. Segolena went and listened to them, only to learn that the situation in Western Europe had changed dramatically seven years ago.

Six years ago, Queen Isabella signed the Troyes Alliance with Henry V, the first lord of England, and England included Normandy, Brittania and other counties in the northwestern French states, and ruled the Loire River with the Valois royal family. Two years later, both Henry V and Charles VI died mysteriously. The successor of the British king, Henry VI, was originally the grandson of Charles VI, and was crowned King of France under the terms of the Covenant. Henry VI was young, and in the past few years, the regent Duke Bedford has painstakingly managed the northern territory of France, and the people have been fighting internally, forcing the French army outside, and important towns such as Paris and Orleans have been in turmoil; In the face of such a situation, the French Dauphin Dauffey and the Duke of Armagnac could only cower in Bourges and could not move, and have not yet performed the crown ceremony.

Those merchants all sighed, saying that if this continues, they are afraid that France will be in danger of overturning in three years at most. When Segolena heard the news, he became even more worried, knowing that only by taking out the Saint-Louis crown could the Valois royal family still have a glimmer of life and walk faster. In fact, he has no feelings for the French royal family, but if France destroys the country, the skin will not exist, and Mao will be attached, let alone restore the knight's reputation to his father-in-law.

On this day the two of them had arrived in Serbia and arrived in a small town called Prahovo. The city is located on the south bank of the Danube, has a river port, and is only 70 fatales from Belgrade. The river is wide and deep, and there are frequent comings and goings of passenger and cargo merchant ships, so you only need to board a ship here and travel upstream, and you can reach Belgrade in two days.

Segolena inquired around the river harbor and learned that there would be a passenger ship early tomorrow morning, so he had to stay there for the night. Fortunately, there are many shops near the river port, restaurants, barber shops, pharmacies, shops, and workshops, which are more prosperous than in Prahovo. That night they found a merchant house named "Peter" to stay.

Built by the Medici family in Florence, this Peter's Inn, a stop on the Danube, was set up for family merchants to settle down and stockpile. This kind of large merchant inn has guest rooms in the front, warehouses and corrals in the back, and there are high walls and deep barricades outside, and dozens of guards patrol back and forth, just like a dock fort. In addition to their own merchants, noble knights passing by and even wealthy pilgrims were willing to pay more for their trips, but also to stay here for safety.

Segolena had no knowledge of money, and as soon as he entered the door, he rewarded the servant who led the way with two copper plates. When the innkeeper saw that Segolene had a generous hand and a black servant with him, he thought that some rich boy had come out to play and travel, and he did not dare to slack off, so he quickly swept out an open upper room. When the servants saw that the boy was a rich man, they were also busy shutting around and sending towels, hot water, cakes, and incense to the room.

Segolena lay down in the room for a while, and without much sleep, he got up and sat on the bed, and let his inner qi travel around the zodiac several times, when he suddenly heard a commotion outside. He was young and active, and he didn't practice anymore, so he pushed the window to see. It turned out that a group of wandering artists had come to the courtyard of the barn, and they could not afford to live in a room, so they lit a bonfire next to the corral, beat the tambourine, pedaled the violin, and sang nothing more than Italian madrigal, Bavarian minor, or something, Segolena was overjoyed, he had never seen such an interesting program, and hurriedly left the room and went downstairs to see, Augustine followed closely behind.

When the other guests living in the inn heard the excitement, they also went to the courtyard to watch, and more than 100 spectators gathered in a short time. The singer danced with his hands, and his singing voice was sometimes tactful and melodious, sometimes funny, which caused the crowd to applaud, and even the nurses couldn't help but look at it.

At this moment, several brocade-clothed men suddenly rushed out of the crowd and whipped at the musicians. The musicians were caught off guard, and they were beaten and ran around, crying for their fathers and mothers. At first, the audience thought it was an impromptu show, but they all laughed, and when the whip bleed, they realized that it was not a drill, and the entire backyard of the merchant house fell silent for a moment. When the singer saw his companion being beaten, he screamed, "You guys...... Why are you beating people!?"

The big man in brocade shouted: "You cheap things, how dare you make noise here!" There was an unfair shout in the audience: "People sing and dance by themselves, what is the matter?" The big man stared at the leopard, held the leather whip to find the person who spoke, and saw that no one dared to answer, and he whipped the singer's feet with a "snap", forcing him to jump back with a sigh, and his face was pale. Seeing that the momentum had been suppressed, the big man urged the others: "Go back, go back, disperse!" and said to the singer: "You immediately extinguish the bonfire for me and get out of the business inn, otherwise you will blame Lao Tzu for being polite!"

The singer Wu Ziqiang said: "You are just guests staying here, how can you be so domineering?" The brocade man pulled the placket, revealing the decoration of the gold cross tattooed on the inner lining, and sneered: "We are here to escort the holy money for His Holiness the Pope, and now the holy money is stored in the warehouse." If any trouble arises, who will bear it?"

It turns out that the Pope is the co-lord of the Church of Europa, and there is a steady stream of tribute and taxes from all over the world, and all kinds of famous and colorful things are extremely complicated. So the Holy See commissioned the big banks in various places to convert the gold and silver into gold and silver on the spot, and then to the Roman treasury. This kind of holy money caravan traveled in the name of God in the countries of Europa, escorted by the experts of the Holy See and the bank, and was extremely domineering, not to mention that all taxes were exempted along the way, and the officials and nobles had to be well received. Few people can afford to provoke God, lest they offend God.

Although Serbia has become a vassal of Ottoman Turkey, the Sultan has not forced conversion, so Serbia has become a small coexistence between Christendom and the world, and the Christianity, Greek Orthodoxy, and Roman Catholicism in the territory have their own ways and are at peace with each other. This convoy presumably set out from the Christian district of Mount Mijul in the southeast.

Seeing that the singer was still not convinced, Dahan grinned: "Since you like to dance, come and dance!" With a shake of his hand, a leather whip was like a snake, which caused the dust on the ground on the singer's feet to rise, and the singer's feet dodged back and forth, causing Dahan and his companions to laugh in an embarrassed manner. Segolena was furious when he saw the wandering artist being bullied. When he was in the valley, the monk only taught the hadith of hoeing the strong and helping the weak, but never taught the principle of not caring about the frost on the tiles of others. He didn't know what the origin of this holy money team was, and with a flick of the corners of his robe, he had already stepped out of the crowd and blocked in front of the singer.

The leather whip was fierce, and when he saw that it was about to be drawn to the door of Segolena, he stretched out his hand and grabbed it intently, and gently held the tip of the whip. The brocade-robed man saw a blonde boy snatching up to him, and he didn't know what kind of magic he had cast, so he broke the leather whip, and couldn't help but be stunned. Segolena picked up the singer and saw that his clothes were torn and there were red marks on his face, and he was angry for a while.

How did the brocade-robed man know what he was thinking, and he said that he was a young man who didn't know how to die, and shouted: "Who dares to come and stop the livelihood of our holy guards? Aren't you afraid that the Holy See will blame you?" Segolena slapped his palms and said angrily: "The Hadith says, the world should be humble and beautiful, and not be ashamed of it, how can you still have the face to mention the name of God!" Before he finished speaking, the right hand of Occam Truth Fist burst out, the fist was extremely straight and strong, and there was no sluggishness, the big man snorted, and was beaten dozens of steps away, and fell heavily to the ground. If Archbishop Joseph had been on his side, he would have praised this punch for gaining seventy or eighty percent of the charm.

The other guards were shocked to see their companions being beaten away by this young man, and they all drew their swords and hammers. When everyone saw that Segolena Road was uneven, they wanted to applaud, but when they saw that this guy had moved his sword, they were all fierce and vicious, and hurriedly went back to the house, closed the door, and closed the door. The group of wandering entertainers huddled together, shivering.

How could Segolena put them in his eyes, and as soon as his eyes met, Augustine immediately pounced. Most of the guards were Europaans, who had never seen a Zimbabwean grappler, and they were suddenly swept away by this black man, and they heard several crisp sounds, and several people were lying on the ground, and the joints of their limbs were either dislocated or twisted.

Since Augustine followed Segolena, he has given way behind his master everywhere, and he has rarely had the opportunity to fight like this, and he can't help but fight heartily with the grappling in his hands, and the ** around him is constant. He dismantled the joints, and suddenly saw a thick wrist stretched out in front of his eyes, and it was flashing with a strange light, and without saying a word, he reached out to twist it, but the wrist flipped over, and his five fingers were cold at the touch, and they slid away. Augustine's trick has always been a hit in every shot, but this time it actually missed, and there was little pause in his hand. At this hesitation, he suddenly felt that the fist shadow in front of him was flying wildly, and he was punched several times in his shoulders, lower abdomen and waist, and the black man had no time to dismantle, and he fell to the ground on the ground, numb and crispy.

Segolena was a little surprised to see Augustine knocked to the ground. He fixed his eyes and saw that the man who restrained Augustine was a middle-aged man, with deep-set eyes, a high nose, a sleeveless shoulder of a clevaux strip, a silver jade belt tied to his forehead, and extremely thick arms, like a child's thighs, with several golden ropes wrapped around them.

The man restrained Augustine and turned his head to look at Segolenne. Those blue eyes reminded Segolena of the wild wolves in the Carpathian Mountains. When the big men in brocade clothes saw this person, they all supported each other and came over to see him. The man frowned, raised his hand and twisted it a few times, and had already taken back the dislocated ones, and the technique was so accurate that even Augustine showed admiration. Only then did Segolena see that he was wearing a silver and white fist made of steel on each wrist, and an eight-legged horse was tattooed on the steel face, which looked like it was flying into the sky.

After he finished cooking his men, he walked over to Segolena and bowed slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Down there is Björgy of the Oslo Thor's Gate, I don't know what my friend calls him?" Segolena was annoyed that his subordinates were doing nonsense, and only pressed his left hand on his right shoulder, which was considered a return salute. Björzi was a little surprised to see that he still looked calm when he heard his name.

Three hundred years ago, Iceland produced a poet named Snorri Sturusson, who set out to collect scattered Norse mythology. While searching and sorting out, he found that there were many martial arts insights of the ancient Norse people hidden in the mythology. After the search stopped, Sturusson wrote the book "Edda", which is a major point of Norse mythology, and he also became a martial arts master because of his long-term immersion in classics. Legend has it that there is a thunder god named Thor in Northern Europe, who wears an iron sleeve on his wrist, a gold belt around his waist, and a thunder hammer in his hand comes and goes freely, which is extremely powerful. At Ragnarok, he slew the serpent of the world, laughed and died in nine steps, becoming the first brave god. Sturusson admired Thor the most in his life, and was grateful for his reputation of smiling nine steps, and painstakingly realized a set of boxing techniques, called Thor Nine Hammers, and then created the Nordic Thor school.

Thor's nine hammers are tough all the way, hand-made hammer-shaped, fast and strong, supplemented by steel fist gloves, which can be said to have the ability to break the wall. Björzi has been studying under the Norwegian Thor since he was a child, and now it has been decades, and he has learned the essence of the nine hammers of Thor, and few opponents can complete his nine hammers and become famous, so the people in the rivers and lakes of Europa gave him a nickname, called "Thor in the People", which is as famous as the Spanish "Caron in the Horse" Cid.

Björqi expected that this young man was also a martial arts person, and he should always be a little in awe when he heard his name, but he didn't know that Segolena was half lost and half annoyed. He was a calm man, and he knew that escorting the holy money was a big matter, and he didn't want to cause trouble, so he forcibly suppressed his anger and said: "This friend, I don't know how my subordinates have offended you?" Segolena said: "I have no hatred, but they are bullying the people, and I just see the road uneven." Björzi glanced at the man who was hit by Segolina, and said unhappily: "Even if my subordinates are not so heavy-handed." Segolena said, "Why don't you ask him if he whips the singer in suitability, but his subordinates are tolerant?"

Björqi felt that the young man was a little strange and did not know the truth, so he immediately took out a handful of loose copper from his bosom and threw it on the ground, saying, "You can take it and buy some medicine for wounds, and go quickly! The singer looked at Segolena and didn't dare to pick it up. Segolena said: "They just want to spend the night in this courtyard, why do you want to drive them away?" He took a step forward and said, "The Holy Fortune is a matter of great importance, so don't let idle people approach. It is also our duty to wait for us, and we dare not make any mistakes. ”

Segolena smiled: "According to what you say, these artists and guests are all thieves?" Björkio said: "People's hearts are unpredictable, and you must guard against them." Segolena said: "Your Excellency is also a human heart, aren't you afraid of running away with gold and silver without permission?" He just wanted to say something, but others listened to it with sarcasm. Björzi was furious, he had escorted the holy money for many years, and when others saw the golden cross flag, they were all afraid to avoid it, how could he have been ridiculed like this. He thought to himself that if he didn't teach this kid a lesson today, he would spread it and teach others to think that he was "the thor among the people" and was afraid of the nameless.

Björzi's right hand is clenched tightly, and the middle finger is abruptly flexed, making a hammer shape, ready to fire. This is the starting style of Thor's Nine Hammers, he saw that the young man's punch just now was strong and straight, thinking that he was practicing Catalan long fist or Zurich Pillar Crushing Hand, and he had the intention to fight hard against hard to frustrate his sharpness. Björzi walked up to Segolena and said loudly: "Young people should not be arrogant, but suffer in vain. Segolena saw him suddenly raise his fist, and without saying a word, Occam's Truth Fist was smashed. Bjorn was thoughtful, waiting for the young man to strike first before he could fight back. If there are casualties in the fight, he can deduce that the other party will act first.

Two fists and a pair, thunderous, and the arms of the two people are the same. It was slightly harder than Jorzy's hammer of Thor, shaking Segolena's right fist open, and Segolena's internal force surging forward, which also made Björzi's body suddenly feel on fire, and he could barely stand, and both of them secretly wondered in their hearts. Björch barely pressed the churning qi and blood, and both hands made a hammer gesture to fire a second hammer. Segolena was not afraid, pulled away from the stance, and the internal energy flowed in a circle and gathered at the fingers of the fist, still an eye-for-an and tooth-for-tat posture.

The two did not back down, and were about to fight again, when suddenly a person next to him jumped into the circle and said with a smile: "Tonight, the breeze and the moon are bright, and it is just right to drink and have fun with two or three friends, why should the two of you be so bad about the scenery." Björzi and Segolena turned their heads to see a man in his mid-forties standing there, slick on his face. This man has thin eyebrows and long eyes, a flat velvet hat crookedly, and wears a double-breasted glossy short robe, which is pink on the left and dark green on the right, and a pair of legging trousers is even divided into gray and blue, which looks colorful and green, like a palette, which is quite funny.

Björzi asked, "Who are you?" The man bowed against the court rules, tugged at the black whiskers, and said in Italian: "Below is Jan van Eyck from Flanders, a faithful servant of God, a humble painter who devoted himself to the arts." Björzi said, "It turned out to be a painter, what did you jump out for?"

The painter who called himself Eck suddenly grabbed Segolina's left hand, and his tone was as affectionate as an old friend for decades, which made Segolena at a loss: "Hey, I said Scherer friend, this one is the famous 'Thor of the people' in the rivers and lakes, even if you don't recognize his face, you should know that pair of stainless steel fists." Those of us who are juniors can only stand up to the mountains, how can we do it with our seniors? It is a small matter to damage our lives, and if we tarnish the name of Lord Björqi, it will be a great regret for the rest of our lives!"

Thousands of wears, horses don't. Although Björzi felt that the painter was flamboyant, this compliment was very useful to his ears, and his face softened. Segolena had something to say, but Eck squeezed his palm, and said to Jorqi: "Everything is just a misunderstanding, my little friend Scheler is a little reckless, my old brother will accompany him on his behalf, and please forgive me." When Bijo saw that there were steps, he said happily: "When you go out to walk the rivers and lakes, how can you blindly fight bravely." You need a lot of discipline. Ekren claimed that Björch had brought Augustine back and told his men to leave with the wounded.

In this commotion, those who guarded the courtyard were afraid that the people of the Holy Guards would be held accountable, and they were busy driving the wandering artists out of the courtyard of the shopping inn. The wandering singer picked up the copper from the ground, bowed to Segolena and thanked him, and hurried away with a dozen of his companions. When they were all gone, Segolena said to the painter, "I don't know you. Ekhaha smiled, patted him on the shoulder and said, "The great Greek poet Virgil once said, why should we know each other when we meet. I'm just trying to persuade you to do it with Bjor. That Björzi was a notoriously ruthless character, who had been the chief guard of the Sacred Guards for twenty years, and how many thieves who coveted the gold and silver of the Holy Guards had been killed by him. Why do you want to marry him plainly?" he paused for a moment, and then said, "I just said a few good words, so I persuaded him for the time being. This man is narrow-minded, and he will come against you in a moment or three. If you want to ask for peace, you might as well take some money out, and I will send him a bribe on your behalf, and maybe you can calm things down. ”

Segolena stiffened his neck: "It doesn't matter who he is, what he did wrong, how can I not provoke him." Eke shook his head and said, "Young and vigorous, young and vigorous." He rolled his eyes and said, "This little brother is dressed extraordinarily, and he must be from a scholarly family." Why don't you spend a few gold coins and ask me to paint a portrait of you? Maybe after seeing the elegant art, I feel nostalgic and realize that the grievances are only a hundred years, and the truth that art is eternal, the anger will disappear. Segolena was a little curious: "How did you draw this portrait?" Ek didn't expect him to have such a problem, he was stunned at first, and then smiled: "Don't worry, the guy who eats has always carried it with him." With that, he patted his backpack, revealing a few coarse brushes and loose ore of grinding paint. Segolena asked, "How long does it take to finish a painting?" When Eck heard the door, he patted his chest and said: "I am afraid that other clumsy painters will take five days of work, but they are quick and have their own means, as long as they pay a deposit in advance, they can complete it in three days." ”

When Segolena heard that it would take three days, he said with some regret: "That's a pity, I have to leave early tomorrow morning." With that, he called Augustine and turned back to the room. Ike tried to stop him, but the boy walked too fast. He shouted a few times behind his back, "Two days, only two days!", but Segolena was not moved, and his mouth was so dry that he had to shrink his neck, re-tie his rucksack, and only take out a felt brush and put it in his mouth, and turned away.

After a night of silence, Segolena got up early the next morning. A man came to greet him for a meal, and he spared no money, and for breakfast he had rye bread, slices of cured meat, honey sauce, and a few figs, even for the king's breakfast. Segolena and Augustine feasted before packing their bags and heading to the port of Prahovo.

When the two arrived at the river port, the harbor was full of sails and masts, full of large and small ships, sailors calling each other, business travelers gathered, and some tax officials in purple robes shuttled non-stop, and the end was very lively. When they arrived at yesterday's dock, they were greeted by a shipping officer and asked them what was the matter. Segolena said that he was going to Belgrade on a passenger ship, but the official said indifferently: "The tickets to Belgrade are sold out." Segolena was taken aback and asked why. The official buried his head in the account books, but did not answer. Having learned that money can be used along the way, Segolena grabbed a ducat-gold coin from his bosom and handed it from under the table. The official touched the heavy and round flat with his hand, and when he smiled, he looked left and right at no one, leaned over and whispered: "Do you know this young master, the Ottomans have recently used troops in Hungary, and many rich Slavic nobles have fled to the Belgrade fortress through this road for fear of losing their lives. It was strictly inspected by the Sultan, and passenger ships were not allowed to sail out easily. If it doesn't matter the number of roads, cough, I'm afraid I don't know how long I will stay in Prahovo. ”

The official said, shook his head and walked away. Segolena didn't know what to do for a while, so he wandered around the docks, and saw many people carrying women and young children, carrying large bags and small bags gathered at the pass, among them there were many people in brocade clothes and embroidered robes, but they were rich and poor, and all of them were blocked out by several soldiers with their halberds, and they could not get on the boat. What the governor of Segolena said was true.

He was wondering whether to sneak into the dock with a light skill, and when he looked up, he stumbled upon a gray-robed dervishes leaning against the wooden pier of a water tower, with a clay bowl in front of him. He couldn't help but move in his heart, and walked over. The dervishes heard the sound of footsteps, saw a young man in brocade clothes approaching, raised his eyelids slightly, and said aloud: "May God bless you, young master." The left foot touched the ground on tiptoe, and the heel of the shoe "snapped" on the ground. This is called the blessing ceremony, and the monk is a person who serves God, and the worldly person does not bow or kneel, and Rao is facing the princes and nobles, and also begs for food and salutes in this way, without losing his status.

Segolena smiled slightly, drew a cross on his chest, turned his right hand flat, his thumb slightly flexed, and calmly replied: "We thank the Lord for giving us these blessed words. The dervishes looked at the wooden staff in the young man's hand, and found that the chestnut staff was larger than his own, and that there were five silver coin-sized knots in his hand.

It is not uncommon for trees to have knots, but it is extremely rare to see five knots on a single tree. In the whole of Europa, only the dervishes have five five-ring wooden staffs, which belong to the five priest elders, which are their personal tokens. The marks of this rod are so natural that they cannot be forged.

He looked at it carefully, and the five knots were vividly visible, and it was difficult to be fake, and he couldn't help but ask in a trembling voice: "Young Master, where did you get this wooden staff?" Segolena held the chestnut wooden staff in his hand and said solemnly in a low voice in Latin: "Poverty is saved, it is not the master." "When he saw that the monk was dressed in tatters, he knew that he was a member of St. Francis.

The dervishes were divided into two factions: the dirty and the clean. St. Francis pays attention to poverty and salvation, takes frugality as an oath, wears dirty clothes and tattered robes, renounces confusion, and cultivates asceticism; Just by looking at the clothing, you can tell where the two groups of believers are.

The dervishes did not have their own martial arts, and their monks either devoted themselves to the arts or devoted themselves to preaching, so they relied on prayers and gestures to distinguish people from their fellow sects. At this time, Segolena said the incision of St. Franciscans, and the monk immediately understood his identity, and hurriedly said: "The unknown elder is here, forgive your sins." He raised his eyes to stare at Segolina's gorgeous clothes, his eyes puzzled.

Segolena didn't explain much, but said, "I have something important to do, and that's it—I'm in trouble now, I wonder if you can help me?" Although the monk felt that he was too young, the rules of the dervishes were strict, and when he saw that the staff was present, he hurriedly said, "Elder although." Segolena said, "I have an urgent matter to get to Belgrade, and now that Prahovo has sealed off the river port, can you get me on the boat?" The monk pondered for a moment and said, "The villain is not the master of this matter, so the elder might as well come with me and meet the other brothers of the Sangha here, and then take care of it." Segolena nodded, "It's fine."

The monk immediately put away the bowl, tucked his robe, and made a gesture for Segolena to go with him. Augustine followed behind Segolina, and the monk glanced at him, and Segolene said, "This is my friend, very reliable, don't do anything." The monk looked at it twice, but said nothing, and turned and walked towards a small alleyway between the warehouses. As the three of them entered the alley, Segolene suddenly asked, "What is your name?" and the monk respectfully said, "The little one's name is Kgman." Segolena asked, "How many people are still here?" Kergman said: "There are more than 20 local Franciscan brothers who are responsible for spreading the gospel in a dozen villages around Prahovo. Now that the persecution of the Ottoman Sultans is getting tighter and harder, the gospel is getting harder and harder to preach. ”

Kergerman led the two of them around the alley to a low cabin. The wooden house was built in a low-lying area, surrounded by muddy garbage, rotten wood, and the whole house looked lifeless. Kgman walked to the front of the house, and the bell struck three clay bowls, and in a moment a man came out of the room, a tall and thin man, dressed in the same tattered robes as Kergman. When he saw Kergeman, he exclaimed, "Why did you come back so early today?" Kergerman asked Segolena and Augustine, who had been born, to also exclaim, "The priests of this sect are here! Why don't you call Brother Meyer out?"

When the man heard the name of the priest, his face changed, and he looked the two men up and down, and hurriedly ran back to the house. There was a loud rattle of feet stepping on brittle wood, and then a dozen men poured out, all with a shaved St. Peter's bald penance, dressed in gray robes, and holding wooden staffs.

One of the old men with a wrinkled face walked at the front, and said eagerly, "Where is the elder?" and Kerman said, "This is it." The old man's eyes widened, and he was suddenly angry after a long time, and he picked up the wooden staff and struck Kerman on the head: "Bastard, your priest elder is a black man!" Kergerman suddenly ate this slap, it was a great pain, he grinned and pressed his head, and hid and shouted: "Who said it was the black man, it was the one next to the black man!" The old man stopped, and when he saw that Segolena was young and weak, he continued to smash and said: "Are you being taken by the ghost king Beelzebub today! His wooden staff suddenly couldn't be smashed, and when he looked up, he saw the blonde boy pressing the cane with his two fingers. The old man tugged at it, only to feel that the wooden staff weighed more than 100 catties, and he couldn't move it even a bit.

The old man hurriedly let go of his staff, stood a dozen paces away, and shouted for me to return the staff. Segolena smiled, "You might as well try my roots." With a shake of his arm, the five-ringed chestnut wooden staff flew towards the old man. Castration is extremely violent. The old man couldn't dodge, and fell to the ground with a thud, and when he saw that he was about to be pierced, the wooden staff, as if it had a spirit, was slightly off the way for half a minute, and thud into the wall of the wooden house behind him.

This hand-wrenched the audience. The chestnut cane is blunt, but this insertion is as smooth as a hot knife cutting butter, and the wooden board has not even cracked around it, both the strength of the hand and the internal force are amazing. Segolena had the intention to show his hand first, so as not to be verbose. The audience was silent for a long time, and the old man asked, "Who is the honorable price?" and his tone was a lot respectful. Segolena raised his chin slightly: "Just look at the wooden staff." ”

The old man trembled and walked to the wooden staff, and tried to pull it out, but he couldn't pull it out. Two or three monks came to help before pulling it out. The old man saw that there were five knots on the wooden staff, so he came over to meet him, and made a cross and said, "Down here is Elder Meyer, the dervishes of Prahovo, who offended a lot just now. Kgman rubbed his head and snorted, "I said it was him, but you came to beat me!" Meyer ignored him, respectfully handed the wooden staff back to Segolena, and couldn't help but ask again: "It's not that I'm suspicious, although I don't know the five priest elders of the Sangha, but all of them are members of the sect, how can there ever be such a young brother as Your Excellency?" Segolena said: "It's a twist and turn, and it's hard to describe for a while. I am a disciple of Elder Kavanagh, and he commanded me to take the rod and act in his place. ”

Everyone let out an "oh", and then they were relieved. Meyer glared at Kerman again, and said in his heart that the people were clearly working with rods, and where the elders were there. When they saw that Segolena was a great martial artist, they believed a little more. The dervishes were not powerful in this place, except for Meyer and a few monks, most of whom did not know martial arts, and they all felt that the disciples taught by the priest elders, how could that martial arts be inferior? Meyer waved his hand, and the monks immediately lined up on both sides, closed their eyes and recited the "Song of the Sun Brothers" written by the founder of the Franciscan Church, Saint Francis, who was very familiar with this song, and also recited it silently: "O great Lord, incarnate in all directions, the sun is like a brother, and gives the sun." Xun is also beautiful and brilliant. Taste the clouds, my lord, supreme. ”

After reading this scripture, Meyer believed that Segolener was a member of the congregation, so he waved everyone back and asked, "Elder Kavanagh has not heard from him for the past few years, I wonder if he is as healthy as he used to be?"

Segolena's face darkened, and he remembered the teacher's request, but instead of answering, he asked, "The teacher has been gone for a long time, but what is the case with the dervishes now?" Meyer sighed and said, "Since the disappearance of Brother Kavanagh, the remaining four elders belong to the Franciscan and Dominican factions, and they are arguing with each other. The head of the regiment, Elijah, was originally a member of my St. Francis, but he was lured by St. Dominigo's money to hide in the castle of Porticula all day long, drink and have fun, and he also carried out a great purge, and branded many spiritual brothers who were committed to ascetic paths within St. Franciscan as heretics, and where there was still half an ascetic. Although I am in the middle of nowhere, it is much cleaner than the headquarters of the Sangha!" said Segolena at this time to know that the teacher was hiding in the suffering of the dervishes. Meyer said, "Now that I have heard that the Sangha is going to hold a meeting in Portikula and it has been agreed that the office of the Order will be abolished, is this what you are going for?" Segolena thought that he would have to go to Portikula as well, and replied, "Exactly." Meyer was overjoyed: "Brother Kavanagh has always looked after us old Franciscan brethren, and if he were willing to attend the conference, he would have been able to curb the ambitions of the Dominicans." Segolena said "um", and said: "Now I am in a hurry to go to Belgrade, but the dock is closed, and no one is allowed to board the ship at will, I wonder if you have a way?"

Meyer hung his head in contemplation for a while, and Kageman reminded him: "The governor of Prahovo is a loyal believer of God, and his only son is still the baptism of the elder. Meyer clapped his hands and said loudly, "Yes, how did I forget him!" He immediately entered the house, changed into a white-washed plain robe, hung an extra string of crosses on his chest, and said to Segolena, "You have the right to wait here for a while, and I will come as soon as I go." After saying that, he left in a hurry.

Segolena had to find a clean stone in front of the house and sit down, and the monks were curious when they saw Augustine, and gathered around to look at it. Augustine opened his mouth, and everyone gasped when they saw that his tongue was half off. Segolena said: "St. John, who suffered from a broken tongue that day, continued to preach. Don't discriminate. Kgman laughed and said, "Why, it's just that this brother has a dark complexion, and I'm just curious for a while." ”

Then some of the monks brought out some begging pieces of food, and Segolene was very full in the morning, and he could not satisfy their kindness, so he called Augustine to eat them. Augustine was happy to eat, and suddenly made a gesture of thanks according to *** etiquette, which really startled the surrounding monks. It occurred to Segolene that Augustine was originally a slave of the Pasha generals, and that he had been exposed to Ottoman Turkish customs, and that when he entered Italy, these habits had to be carefully corrected, so as not to cause trouble.

Segolena laughed and talked to the crowd, and after about an hour and a half, Elder Meyer came back with a happy face. Quegman asked him how he was doing, and Elder Meyer took out a scroll of paper from his bosom and said proudly: "I only said that there are dignitaries of the Sangha who are eager to leave the port, and he still has to sell my thin noodles for a few points." He handed the paperwork to Segolena and said, "You can use this customs clearance document to enter the port." But now that the passenger ship is out of service, here is a letter from the governor of the city, and you can give it to the official in charge of the ship, and he will arrange it for you. ”

Segolena thanked Meyer and turned to leave. Elder Meyer rolled up his sleeves and said, "You go and do your errands first." We'll also be on the road later and set off for Porticura. Kerman was surprised, "Aren't we not going, Elder?" Meyer slammed his head again, and shouted, "This time, that time! Now that Elder Kavanagh and his disciples are also going to participate, our Franciscans are bound to be very prestigious! Even though we don't have a lot, we can go and cheer for Elder Kavanagh!" he said, turning around and waving his fist, and all the monks around him shouted and excited. Although Kgman's head hurts, he also grinned and screamed. Seeing them so excited, Segolena felt so warm. This is the first time since Brother Kavanagh passed away.

Meyer added: "If you are going to Belgrade, if there is any inconvenience, go to a man named Giovanni da Capistrano, who is the Grand Elder of my St. Franciscan in Belgrade, the Red Man of the Duke of Hunyadi." Segolena kept her name in mind.

Say goodbye to the Franciscan dervishes, Segolena Rotary Pier. This time, he Shi Shiran showed the customs clearance documents, and the guards saw that there was a big seal of city defense on it, so they didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly moved the fence and let him in. Segolena went straight to the ship's yamen and handed the handwritten letter to the official in charge of the ship's affairs, who read the letter and asked: "Now there are few ships leaving the port, and the quota is full, so it is really difficult to arrange it. Segolena received Kerman's point, and handed two coins from under the table. The little official accepted it casually, opened the ship book again, and said, "Wait for me to see...... Well, there are two free spaces on a cargo ship, but the conditions are poor, would you like to take it?" said Segolena, "It's okay." The little official wrote a pleading, handed it to Segolena, and advised: "This cargo ship was originally chartered by someone, and you will fight for the sake of the chief's face, and you must not make trouble on the ship, otherwise no one will protect you at that time." ”

Segolena and Augustine took the pleadings and saw a large square sail moored on the dock, with its ends raised high, its middle belly full, and its draft extremely deep, apparently fully loaded with cargo. They went to the side of the ship and handed the pleadings to the sailors who were watching the ship, and the sailors led them onto the deck. Segolena was on a ship for the first time, and he could not help looking around, and when he saw a dozen sailors climbing on the mast and hanging their sails, he was so amused that he asked, "How many people can be loaded on this ship?" The sailor laughed and said, "If it is fully loaded, it can hold a hundred and fifty men, and if it is used for transporting troops, three or four hundred men can be put down." Nowadays, there are many people on the boat who are like you, young master, and they are all in a hurry and can't find the boat. Look, isn't that one over there?"

Segolena followed the sailor's fingers and saw a man leaning on the side of the gunwale, holding a brush flying out of thin air, muttering words in his mouth, and when he looked again, it was the same painter Ek from last night. Ek turned his head sideways, and when he saw Segolena, he was also surprised, and then walked over, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Little brother, I didn't expect you to get on this boat, we really have God's favor." Augustine, seeing that his master's face was pale, stepped up and grabbed the artist's palm, and pulled it back. Eck didn't expect the black man to suddenly make a move, and he let out an "oops" in pain. Seeing that his hands were white and delicate, Segolena hurriedly motioned for Augustine to let go, and said apologetically: "My servant is a little abrupt, don't be surprised. Eck withdrew his hand, saw that it had been pinched red, and complained: "My hand is for a living, if I hurt this black barbarian, how can I get it!" Segolena had to be relieved: "If it is really injured, I will buy medicine for my husband to recuperate." Eke glared and said, "My livelihood is small, but my art is big." You must know that with his rough hand, how many unborn masterpieces were almost ruined, isn't it a pity!"

The two were chatting when they heard the sound of leather boots on the deck, and they turned back together, only to see Björzi wearing chain mail and leading the holy guards to board the cargo ship. Björzi's brow furrowed at the sight of Segolena, but the crowd behind him cowered because they saw the black man standing beside Segolina. Björzi called the captain who accompanied him and asked, "Haven't I already chartered this boat, how can there be idlers on it?" The captain laughed and said, "The Holy Envoy doesn't know, our small boats are all under the control of the River Port Guild. They taught us to spell out some individual customers, and we didn't dare to disobey. Björzi said displeasedly: "I have paid the fare of the ship, and you are still not greedy." The goods on this trip are all used by the Holy See, and there is a half-point difference, can you afford it?"

Before the captain could answer, Eke walked over first, bowed heavily, and said with a smile: "It is rumored in the rivers and lakes that the 'Thor among the people' is a generous hero, not only skilled in martial arts, but also a kind and charitable hero. When I saw it today, it was true. If it weren't for your help, I'm afraid we wouldn't be able to leave now. ”

This high hat flew wildly, and his expression was less than that of Jorchi. He glanced at Segolena and Augustine, stretched out his finger and said, "Go and tell those two friends not to wander around on the ship, there is a holy cargo behind it, and it is a sin to hang your head rashly if you approach it." Ek nodded again and again and said, "Yes, yes, I will tell them." He turned to leave, and suddenly came back and said: "There are two days of waterway from Prahovo to Belgrade, and you are heroic and magnificent, so it is better to paint a portrait of you, so that more fans can also see your beauty." When Björqi heard this, he was a little moved, and he was afraid that others would laugh at him for being greedy, so he said lightly: "I am about to pull the anchor now, there are too many miscellaneous things, and it is not too late to talk about this matter." With a wave of his hand, a group of people followed him straight to the mid-belly cargo hold.

Eccleus spared himself the trouble of being thrown off the ship, and he walked back triumphantly, only to find Segolena and Augustine back to his cabin. Ike was stunned, scratching his scalp and muttering, "This boy is really weird. He also dodged away.

Half an hour later, a trumpet rang out on the pier, and a white mist rose up. The captain ordered the anchor to be pulled up, the square sail was fastened, and sixteen pairs of oars were rowed together, and the big boat slowly went out of the channel, shaking its body, and went up the Danube.

Along the way, the distant mountains are connected, the blue water is rippling, and the green scenery on both sides of the river passes one after another, and Segolena takes a boat for the first time, and feels that it has a different flavor than riding a horse on land, and he can't see enough from the porthole. It's just that the hull of the ship is bumpy, high and low, Segolena doesn't seem to think so at first, and after a long time, his head can't help but be a little dizzy and a little disgusting. Augustine saw that his master was a little uncomfortable, so he used his thumb to pinch his tiger's mouth, and after a while, he got better. Segolena leaned cross-legged on the deck, thinking to himself that the head of the Aries Palace, this bump must have made the four liquids in the Aries Palace slightly unbalanced, so that his head was dizzy, so he closed his eyes and carried the internal force of the "Proverbs". Hippocrates said in the book of Proverbs that the balance of the four liquids is not purely static, but in motion, and the essence of the book is that there is a set of methods for maintaining balance in motion. Segolena remembered in his mind the explanations of Brother Kavanagh, and after only a few turns of the zodiac, he felt completely dizzy, and his mind was clear, and he thought that the calming effect of this proverb was indeed exquisite.

Segolena didn't keep her eyes open, and suddenly she heard what seemed to be a whisper from next door. The person who spoke had already lowered his voice, but the cabin was made of wood, and after Saigolena finished the exercises, his heart was clear, and his ears and eyes became sharp, so he listened thoroughly.

One said, "Are all the gifts arranged for the duke's birthday banquet?" and the other said, "Everything is as you order." He hesitated for a moment, and then said, "I have heard that the Duke's family has a deep relationship with the Beguin Order, and now that the Holy Maiden is about to leave the mountain, how can we be convicted?" One of them reprimanded: "You are afraid, the old lady of the Beguin, are you not afraid of the female devil?" One said: "That's the female devil's own prescription doesn't work, you have to blame us, you are really worrying." The other was silent.

Segolena listened to it once, but he didn't understand the essentials, and he didn't care, concentrating on pranayama. They were guests on the boat, and there was no food on board, so Augustine took out some dry bread, dried fish, and berries from the package, and the two of them ate some of them with clean water. At this time, there was a knock on the door, and Augustine opened the door to see that it was Ek. He was holding a large package in his arms, and when he saw the two of them eating, he said happily: "I was afraid that you didn't prepare to eat, and I was about to send you some, so coincidentally!" Segolena smiled slightly: "This is very good, you might as well sit down and eat together." ”

Eke waited for this, and immediately sat down on the floor, unceremoniously grabbing a dried fish and putting it in his mouth. Augustine glanced at him, pointed to the large package he had brought, and opened his mouth to urge. Eke swallowed the dried fish in a few bites, then embarrassedly grabbed his curly black hair and unwrapped it. The package contained everything from a Venetian mask to a Lombard spatula, and a lot of castor beans, ore powder, and a lump of yellow-green resin, but nothing to eat. Ecke was greatly embarrassed, fiddling around with these knick-knacks, and finally screamed, and took out a bunch of grapes from some corner, and hurriedly handed it to the other two. Seeing that he was so poor that he laughed at him, Segolena had to pluck a few grapes and put them in his mouth, which was not to show off his kindness.

For a while, all three of them were full and felt comfortable. Eke patted his stomach and said, "I ate so much today, even if you repay last night's favor." Segolena thought to himself that there were such self-assertive people in the world, and he didn't think it was hateful, but he thought it was funny. Eck said: "I think you are a young man who is quite clever and attentive, so I might as well secretly tell you a secret recipe, and few of the painters of Europa can beat you." Segolena said: "Isn't it just painting, what secret recipe can there be?" Eck's eyes widened suddenly, and he said angrily: "Young man, don't underestimate this knowledge, I haven't heard of the Dutch saying 'Ten years of martial arts, one lifetime of painting', those who practice martial arts need ten years to achieve, but learning painting is a lifetime of hard work!"

Segolena shrugged his shoulders, and Eck said that he didn't believe it, picked out the lump of resin from the package just now, pinched it and put it in the palm of his hand, and said, "This is my brother's exclusive secret technique, and it has never been passed on." This is arabic resin, which melts when it is fired, and according to my recipe, mixed with some olive oil and smeared on the canvas, the teachable portrait looks brilliant and multi-layered. And after the pigment is mixed with oil, let it be exposed to the wind and sun, but it will not fade for a long time, and it can be eternal. Who would have thought that the resin would have such a wonderful use besides filling the seams of the ship?" he leaned over and took out a fine brush and said: "This is made of the fine hair of the legs of Scottish sheep, and the most important technique is to hang the wrists......" Segolena listened to his chatter, all of which were danqing techniques, like a painting idiot, and did not stop it, but listened lazily.

As he was talking, the spit was flying, and Eke looked out the window, saw the crimson glow and was slightly drunk, and patted his head and said, "Oh, I almost forgot, it's already sunset! I've got to sketch!" He tied up the package haphazardly, muttered, "I brought the wrong luggage today, and tomorrow I will bring you some good white bread and cheese," and hurried away.

Segolena was so amused to see this man that she didn't care. Seeing that the sun was sinking and setting, it was dark and silent on the river, only a light mist was rising, and most of the sailors were asleep, only a few shouted to each other on the mast and rudder. Segolena was bored in the room, so he went out of the cabin to relax, he didn't see Eck on deck, and he thought he had gone back to his room after painting the sunset. Segolena didn't look for it, but walked to the bow of the boat, looking up at the vastness of the starry sky, and his heart swelled with infinite emotion. During his seven years in the Valley, Segolena was exposed to the teachings of Brother Kavanagh, pious and naïve, and thought that everyone in the world was like a teacher. Since he came out of the valley, it has been more than a month, he has encountered many accidents, and he has encountered strong enemies one after another. In contrast, Segolena had more doubts about God, and he repeatedly reflected on his lack of faith, but this doubt lingered, and he missed Brother Kavanagh more than he prayed along the way.

Just as he was about to think about it, the sailors on the mast watchtower suddenly shouted, "It's out of the water!" Segolena hurriedly turned back, only to see black smoke rising from the middle of the ship, and a faint flash of fire. The boat is a major event, the hull is all wooden, if it cannot be extinguished in time, there is a danger of the ship being destroyed and people will die. The sleeping sailors were awakened by this shout, and they all got up one after another, carrying buckets and rakes, and some of them lifted their pumps and ran to the side, and for a moment the figures flickered.

The Guards hurried to the deck, the middle compartment was full of cargo, and it would be a great deal if the fire had spread. The sailors first raked the flammable canvas and wooden boxes one by one, and then stood in a row to pass the buckets and poured them, and the people on the side of the board kept pumping water, and they were well trained. Björzi stood at the head of the crowd, and he was relieved to see that the fire had started in a tower house where grain was stored, and that the sailors had saved it in time.

Björzi was a careful man, and fearing that there would be some dark fire left unquenched, he stepped down the deck to the middle cabin to check it again. As soon as he went down to the belly of the ship, he saw a small crack in the hatch, and his heart was a little uneasy, and he hurriedly called a few subordinates to follow. When they entered the warehouse, they saw that many boxes were piled up, and they did not move. Björzi took a closer look, only to see a small wooden box overturned to the ground, empty of which was left only with a white cloth. He was astonished, and hurried forward, picking up the white cloth in the faint light, and saw that there seemed to be some pattern on it. A subordinate brought a torch, and Byoqi saw that there was a charcoal pen to draw a sketch of a person's head, a few strokes, which was quite similar to Eck's lazy expression, and a row of words was written in Italian next to it: "Treasure is valuable, art is priceless, you exchange valuable treasures for priceless treasures, which can be described as a good story, and a true servant's bosom friend." Special graffiti to make up the wall for you. Ecbay. ”

Björqi's face turned pale when he saw Ek's signature, the treasures in this box were very important, and he didn't expect that someone would take advantage of the chaos of the fire to steal them, and he was really shocked and lost for a while. Fortunately, he has been walking the rivers and lakes for a long time, and he is experienced, he raised his right hand to signal his subordinates Shao'an not to be impatient, and said in a deep voice: "That treasure can't stand the water, the thief must have never gotten off the boat, he must still be on the boat, go and search for me carefully!" Those subordinates caused the situation to be serious, and they didn't ask much, and hurriedly ran to the deck.

Björch barely pressed down in a panic, and suddenly thought that when the time was on fire, it seemed that the blonde boy was standing on the bow of the ship, not knowing what to do again, and he couldn't help but look at him with murderous intentions. He pulled out the steel gloves from his bosom and put them on his hands, and left the middle cabin in a rage, heading towards the bow of the ship, his legs thumping and almost stomping through the deck.

Segolena was still watching from the sidelines. Björqi approached, and said with a dark face, "Where did your accomplice hide his things?!" There was no more politeness in his tone, and every word was secretly murderous. Segolena was stunned, "What companion, what thing?" Björzi sneered, "You lit a fire here, so that you could teach the articulate painter to steal the treasure while he was in chaos, and he would not admit it!" Segolena said, "I have never known him in my life, and I have only talked to him twice. He is close to himself, what does he have to do with me?" Björzi was furious: "Even now, you still want to quibble? I said why did you come to fight this boat, it turned out to be premeditated!"

Segolena is also on fire in his heart, he doesn't like to be wronged the most in his life, he is angry, and his fists can't help but clench. Björzi jumped out of the way and shouted, "Good thief, you really showed a flaw!" Although he knew that the young man was not weak, he was confident that he was not his opponent, and he did not take it seriously.

Björr's fists swayed, and as soon as he came up, he unleashed the Nine Hammers of Thor, determined to use a heavy hand to catch him. Seeing the ferocity of the enemy, Segolena was full of youthful vigor and wanted to overcome the strong with strength, so he was really angry and wanted to use the Occam Truth Fist to fight against him. Unexpectedly, he suddenly lifted his breath, and suddenly felt that the internal strength in his body was disordered for some reason, and he couldn't turn into one qi. Seeing that he couldn't change his moves, Segolena hurriedly cast a ghost body technique, and his body swirled in mid-air, which was able to avoid Björzi's first hammer.

Björzi misses a hammer, shouts "OK!", and with a shake of his arms, the second hammer is immediately unleashed. Segolena felt the wind pressure on his face double, and his heart was terrified. The bow of the ship was narrow and difficult to dodge, so he had to use the roundness and softness of Matthew's gospel to make a move to "Saul turn back", and with a few strokes of strength, he barely opened his fists, but the tibia of his left leg was swept by the fist wind, and he felt a faint pain.

Unexpectedly, after the fists were taken away, the move did not make it old, like Thor's sledgehammer, slashing through a semicircle and returning home. Bidating, he shouted, "Take the third hammer!"

Sai Golena didn't know that Thor Nine Hammers had a unique idea in internal learning, once the fist strength was exerted, the internal force would advance layer by layer, such as thunder for nine days, a hammer was as heavy as a hammer, and in the end, if the power of the nine hammers converged in a punch, its power could be imagined. He saw that the third hammer was not good, but his internal strength was still suffocating, so he had the intention of escaping.

He glanced quickly at the mermaid head at the bow of the ship, and leaped to use it to stop and jump ship. I don't know that Pisces and goats are unable to continue in the second house, and their legs can't exert their strength. Segolena sank and could no longer jump. At this time, Björqi's fourth hammer had already hit, and Segolena couldn't dodge it, so he subconsciously raised his palm to block, but only unloaded the punch with three percent of the force. The hard fist wearing the steel gloves slammed into his body, and his eyes went black, and he fainted......

Note 1: The Nordic people have always believed in Saul, and the salute is mostly made of a hammer with a hand, which means happiness and longevity, like a Roman priest making a cross, and Sturusson is indeed a person, writing the book "Post-Edda", which is the most original historical material that retains Norse mythology.

Note 2: "Song of the Sun Brothers" was written by St. Francis himself and has always been the anthem of St. Franciscans. This translation is based on a translation by Zhu Jisong.

Note 3: The Franciscans advocate frugality and simplicity, while the Santo Dominican advocates not avoiding the rich and the poor. The two assertions contradicted each other, and they quarreled for hundreds of years in the Middle Ages. The argument between the two factions is also true, and it is not a fabrication made up by the author to attack the old path of the Kim family.