In 1215, in the eighth year of Ningzong Jiading in the Southern Song Dynasty, Kublai Khan was born, the British adopted the Magna Carta in this year, and the Fifth Crusade on the European continent was in full swing in preparations. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In Western Europe, Switzerland, at the entrance to the last town southwest of Lucerne, the tavern was filled with a temperature that was very different from the extreme cold of December outside.

"Two years ago, the Pope was going to launch the Fifth Crusade. But no one wants to go to war anymore! The monarchs don't support it, and the opportunity for us ordinary people comes! ”

The dilapidated bar counter was crowded with people, and in the narrow hall there were seven or eight scattered seats, and a wealthy and sparse old man sat a young man with a long and bright camera, who was telling the local local guys stories about the outside in exchange for wine and dinner that night.

The young man stopped in the middle of speaking, picked up his glass and shook it, signaling to the goblins who pretended not to care, but in fact listened to the story with their ears open, his glass empty.

This group of goblins can sit in this bar in the evening, at least they are freedmen, and the day's harvest is enough for them to have a drink here in addition to buying the whole family's chewing grain, but few people are willing to fill a glass of wine for strangers.

"Give him a glass of ale! Count me in! ”

The door to the tavern was pushed open, and a man in a black burlap robe walked in, throwing a puff at Uncle Bill, the bartender, and taking two glasses of wine and sitting down next to the young Eastern European.

"Hao is here!"

"Hao, are you here? Just be willing to listen to his nonsense! ”

The local guys greeted the young man in the robe who had taken them to the story, and they all looked at the Eastern European, waiting for him to continue.

The young man took a large sip of wine, felt the refreshment of the wine flowing into his belly, and breathed a sigh of satisfaction, saying: "The Holy See wants to let believers, nobles of low social status, and broken knights join the crusaders, and we ordinary people have a chance!" The Crusade is no longer a game for the great nobles! ”

"Cut!"

"What? What does it have to do with us? ”

The local guys didn't buy it, they just thought it was a war, and it had nothing to do with them, and some even said to the young man who paid before: "You spent this money in vain, while he just drank it, punch out the wine in his stomach!" ”

"It's okay!"

Wang Yonghao really needs to know the specific situation of this world, he has been in this world for three days, but he doesn't know anything about everything, he doesn't even know when and where he is!

These bunch of goblins drinking in the tavern are so ignorant that they can't even tell that the farm they belong to is owned by the knight, and they can only explain that they are not tenant farmers on the farms owned by the Holy See, and the status of the free people is the only thing they can be proud of!

When the inspector sent him, he only told him that he was going to enter the beginning of this world, so Wang Yonghao crossed like this, the backstage was completely locked, and he almost froze to death without taking out anything except the things on his body.

Since receiving the [Constant Temperature Blessing] in Harbour City, he has not felt the cold for a long time in a single coat all day long, and he was frozen when he first came to this world!

These goblins thought that what the young man said was useless, but he thought it was useful, at least he could know what year it was!

The Pope's attempt to launch the Fifth Crusade was not supported in 1213, saying that it happened two years ago, and now it is 1215!

Wang Yonghao smiled and looked at the guy who was looking at him nervously, and said that he would not give him a punch to make him spit out the wine: "You go on, I am interested in the mission of the Holy See!" ”

The young man's cramped and restless hand still kept touching the wine glass, seeing Wang Yonghao's urging, he immediately dried up the rest of the wine in one gulp, choked his trachea by the wine in a hurry, and couldn't bear to spit out the wine, so he blocked his mouth with his muddy and dusty hand, and coughed loudly.

After a long pause, the young man said: "Just last month, the Pope presided over a synod in the Lateran Hall, announcing the formation of a crusader army aimed at conquering Egypt and retaking Jerusalem through the victory over the Egyptian dynasty. ”

"Very well, why are you here, obviously you are like me, not a Western European." Wang Yonghao sighed with emotion and finally met someone who understood, and immediately asked.

"My name is Puth, Puth Faragon, a great witch hunter, the guide of the team, and I'm going to the Magic Mountain!" The young man was quite proud to brag with Wang Yonghao.

"Huh? Witch hunters? Hahaha! ”

"Poof! He said he was a witch hunter, hahaha! It's the best joke I've heard this year! ”

This group of local guys who can only rely on a drink in the bar at night to entertain themselves suddenly burst into laughter! This is indeed quite a joke!

"He's going to the Magic Mountain! I'm laughing to death! The always calm bartender laughed along!

And this young Pusi was very angry that others didn't trust him, and his face was swollen and red, and he was about to defend himself, Wang Yonghao took his hand and said, "You know that I am also an outsider, and I don't know much about this place, what is the Magic Mountain?" ”

"The Magic Mountain is Mount Pilatus, and the Church has a strict ban on anyone going near it! Don't listen to this guy talking drunk! Who would dare to disturb the evil spirits of Pilatus? Uncle Bill, the bartender, said as he pinched the upturned beard at the corner of his mouth.

As soon as Wang Yonghao heard it, he really knew where this was, he didn't know where the magic mountain was, but Pilathurst Mountain knew that this place was located 15 kilometers southwest of Lucerne, Switzerland, and was a tourist attraction for later generations, but this place was absolutely forbidden at the beginning of the thirteenth century, and no one was allowed to climb it to prevent disturbing the evil spirits of Pilatus.

There is a legend on this mountain that the Roman emperor Tiberius was seriously ill and asked Pilatus to send Jesus back to Rome to treat him, but Jesus had already been executed, and after the Roman emperor captured Pilatus, Pilatus committed suicide.

When his body was thrown into the River Tabor and then into an unknown river in France, it immediately caused a terrible storm, but as soon as the body was retrieved, the storm stopped.

The papal seekers took the body to an unknown mountain in Switzerland and hid it, and since then, there have been frequent strong winds near Lucerne, and the lake can only stop when it freezes in the middle of winter, and capsizing accidents have occurred on weekdays.

Wang Yonghao still doesn't know what the opening scene of the movie is, because he has traveled into a world community that combines several movies, and he really can't remember which movie has anything to do with Switzerland.

He then asked, "Then what are you doing here?" To annihilate, the soul of Pilatus? ”

"Do you really believe I'm a witch hunter, the team's guide?" Puth Farragon looked at Wang Yonghao expectantly, and the corners of his mouth fluttered with the messy short beard on his face that was nervous, which was quite funny.

Wang Yonghao didn't care about his unique broken sentences and funny appearance, his eyes swept over his pair of scratched palms and neat clothes one by one, and fell on the inconspicuous-looking iron rod that weighed at least thirty kilograms on his lap.

"Of course, of course I believe you!"

Wang Yonghao could see that this was a warrior with real skills, and he might be dissatisfied with being divided into guides, so he first highlighted himself as a witch hunter in the sentence, and then a guide.

Wang Yonghao reached out and grabbed the small wine barrel on the counter, filled him with a glass with his own hands, and asked, "Then what are you here for?" ”

"Do you know the Banshee Queen? We are ......"

"Shut up!" The bartenders were jerked away.