"Don't be afraid!"

At this time, the soldier Abel, who came back to his senses, also hurriedly comforted little Lucy: "Lucy, you have all grown up with us, me, my parents, Uncle John, and the neighbors can all prove that you are an innocent girl, and you will definitely not be a heretic if you want to give it to devout believers!"

"Thank you, Big Brother Abel!"

Little Lucy thanked Abel with a pale face, and then apologized to Carl with tears: "I'm sorry, Mr. Carl, if I hadn't pulled you to cut corners, I wouldn't have encountered this incident!

"It's nothing, little Lucy, it's not your fault!"

Although he was very depressed about watching the excitement and seeing an unwarranted disaster, Carl was not naïve enough to blame little Lucy, he smiled heartily and said indifferently: "Don't worry, we just didn't bow down at the time, it's not a big deal." One of the night watchmen just looked at us, and if he really doubted us, he would arrest us on the spot. Since it's okay now, it means that we don't have any problems!"

"That's right, Lucy, with Her Highness the Holy Maiden of Heavenly Song, no one dares to wronged a devout believer. ”、

Abel also persuaded on the side: "In front of Her Royal Highness the Holy Maiden of Heavenly Song, all evil has nothing to hide. If you are really evil, I think Her Highness the Holy Maiden of Heavenly Song will definitely see it......"

Carl and Abel's persuasion finally dispelled some of Lucy's worries.

......

The Abbey of Saint-Soulamel, not in the city, but in the southwest corner of the city of the silver tide, on a steep and cold cliff facing the sea, is still quite a distance from the city of the silver tide, and it takes more than half an hour to reach it by the carriage of the public station.

Because of the arrival of the Heavenly Song Holy Maiden, the entire Silver Tide Avenue was blocked, and it was not until the grand welcome ceremony was over that it began to be released. So when little Lucy and Carl arrived at the public inn not far from the city gate, the sun was already shining and it was almost noon.

The public post station is a large and neat open space for rest, just next to Tongjun Avenue, which is very conspicuous.

The whole inn was simple and rudimentary, with only a long row of shacks and a large flat field, on which wide open carriages were parked, and a few administrators in black and white uniforms, wearing silver swords piercing the dawn badge, were patrolling back and forth, maintaining order.

The coachman was working hard to solicit guests, and from time to time he was busy with some passengers with large bags and small bags of goods to carry the salute into the carriage, and the whole atmosphere was noisy and warm.

This chaotic and orderly, busy and well-organized scene, except for the difference in environment and scenes, everything here is almost no different from the atmosphere of the station on Earth.

Perhaps because of the influence of the arrival of the Heavenly Song Holy Maiden, there were a lot of people stranded in the post station today, and there was already a long queue in front of the ticket office made of simple tables.

Little Lucy pulled Karl by the hand, skillfully squeezed through the crowd, ran to the ticket office, and asked, "Uncle, is there still a carriage to the Abbey of Saint-Soulel?"

The conductor was a burly, bearded middle-aged man who looked very fierce, but his tone was very kind.

"The city of Milan, two silver horns, the fifth carriage in the first row on the left...... Fertile Town, six coppers, eighth car in the third row on the right......"

He neatly handed out the tickets to the passengers—a small strip of wood one finger wide that looked like it had been neatly split with a sharp blade, smooth and flat, without any burrs.

Without raising his head, he replied to Lucy: "The carriage to the abbey of Saint-Soulel has run out, you are late, wait for tomorrow!"

"Ah, how can this be?"

Little Lucy still couldn't help but exclaim: "Isn't the city gate sealed today, why did you leave so early?"

"The carriages to the Abbey of Saint-Sullamel were arranged by the monastery itself, and the departure and arrival times of the day were prescribed. ”

The bearded middle-aged man glanced up at little Lucy and Carl, and explained slightly: "The style of the monastery, you know, is like those old women who have never married in their lives, old-fashioned, inflexible, and no one can do anything. ”

"Looks like I'm not on my lucky day today!"

There are many good things, and Carl was also a little depressed by today's successive accidents, but he still smiled heartily, made an expression that didn't care much, comforted little Lucy, who seemed to be more anxious than him, and said with a smile: "Since there is no carriage, then I will walk over, anyway, the distance is not too far, just save a fare!"

"How's that going to work?"

Little Lucy shook her head again and again and said, "Although it only takes half an hour to take the carriage, if you walk, it will take two hours to reach the monastery!"

"Wait, let me think, let me think!"

Little Lucy frowned, tilted her head, thought seriously for a while, and suddenly her eyes lit up, and she clapped her hands and said, "There is!"

"What's there?"

Carl can understand the stubborn character of the little girl Lucy, which is obsessive-compulsive disorder and recognizes the stubbornness and persistence that must be done, since she promised to send herself to the monastery of Sulamil, she will do her best to complete this matter, and she will not give up until she achieves her goal.

"I've got a way!"

Little Lucy took Carl's hand as she spoke, and ran as fast as she could.

"What?"

Before Carl could appreciate the softness and warmth of Miss Lucy's palm, he was dragged by her and ran up involuntarily.

"I remember!"

Little Lucy said as she ran quickly: "There are many people in the Abbey of Saint-Sullamel, and every three days there is a convoy that sets off from the City of Silver Tide to deliver food and supplies to the Abbey. If we hurry, we can wait for them on the way to the monastery......"

Run, run, run!

Karl was dragged by little Lucy, and ran quickly out of the crowded public inn, over the road full of street trees, through the rape fields in full bloom, through the neat wheat fields, and through the rugged country roads.

Carl couldn't help but marvel at little Lucy's strength and physical strength again, he was dragged by little Lucy, and ran with her involuntarily, as if he was being dragged by a tractor that was running with all his might, and he didn't need much strength at all, as long as he raised his legs in big strides, he was dragged forward by little Lucy like flying.

Little Lucy is running very fast, and the oncoming wind makes it a little difficult for Carl to breathe! This is a very refreshing feeling, just like driving this uncontrolled sports car, speeding on an unmanned highway, high-speed, exciting!

"Be careful!"

Just as they were speeding through a long field path, and had just hit a wide road planted with street trees, a horse-drawn carriage came speeding up.

Little Lucy stopped walking, but Carl, who was following behind, couldn't hold back his footsteps and rushed out involuntarily!