Carpenter hadn't had an ale for four days, and today was the fifth day. At this time, little Fryman once again aroused the gluttony. Coupled with the worry about the situation outside Tosto, the two stimulated each other, making his heart extremely restless.

"Tell me how? I mean, how long does it take you to make your premium beer? ”

Little Fryman regained his composure, as if ashamed of his gaffe, and to Carpenter's almost growl-like question, the brown-haired boy replied in a low voice, "I don't know how to make wine, I have already said it, but you may be able to do a winemaking process in front of me, and I can give you some advice." ”

"No, damn it, these adventurers have drunk all the ale I've brewed, and the new malt hasn't fully grown yet. If you want to brew, you have to wait a few days. If it weren't for that, I wouldn't have had people buy ale from Strasbourg. Even so, the 5 barrels of ale that were brought in every day were quickly divided, and the most I could do was smell the wine. ”

Little Fryman shrugged his shoulders and said, "Well, then I'll wait until you can start brewing beer, but I'll be in this town for a while." There will always be a chance, at least, that the adventurers in this town will leave soon. ”

"Because of the orcs?"

Little Fryman nodded and said, "Of course, it's one thing to take risks, but it's another thing to die in front of orcs. ”

"The orcs Weishenme will also be interested in the ruins?"

The brown-haired boy shook his head and said, "I didn't know that this ruin weishenme would have such a big attraction to attract those orcs from far away. If it's just wealth. It's impossible to explain all of this at all. I think. Maybe it had something to do with something in that ruin. For example. The secret to immortality? ”

It would have been a joke, at least little Fryman couldn't imagine what was more than enough for the orcs to have more than enough wealth and food to eat. Relatively speaking, the pursuit of immortality seems to be something that all intelligent races have been doing.

However, when he talked about immortality, his heart suddenly moved. Memories of movies pop up in my head, which revolve around a man named Indiana Jones.

"Well, little Fryman, think about it, you need a enough gimmick. Wealth alone can only keep these adventurers by your side temporarily, and it is not enough to make them a barrier to your safety. ”

The brown-haired boy whispered to himself, and then a new idea immediately came to his mind, and if he continued with this idea, maybe he would soon be able to gain some followers. Or even official recognition. As long as it can be officially recognized, and return to the Rose Collar safely. Then at least until Xiao Yan of the real Shijie wakes up, he can guarantee his safety.

As for the conditions for this jihua, he basically had it, he had read the Bible in the library of the academy, and those things were now in his mind. He also has enough eloquence, he is not lacking in intelligence, as long as he can make all the preparations, this jihua can be successful.

The only problem is that this jihua must have someone to cooperate, and this person must have absolute prestige and strength. Only such people, the affirmation or denial they get from their mouths, can be doubly recognized. It would also alleviate the danger that Little Fryman was currently facing that he could be captured by the Inquisition at any time.

It seemed that the tree of shijie corresponded to his needs, and it seemed to be a feeling in his heart, and at the same time that little Fryman made this jihua, the brown-haired boy suddenly turned his head to look outside the tavern. There, the people he needed had already come.

It was an ascetic, coming from the other side of town, and there were so many people sitting idly on the road that the man who was not wearing a hood, and who always had a sad look on his face, walked very slowly. Ever since little Fryman saw this man, the ascetic had been heading towards the tavern. It wasn't until a few minutes later that he had crossed less than 60 yards to the tavern's door, and when he first appeared, the entire tavern fell into a new silence.

This new silence seemed extremely oppressive, and little Fryman even felt a kind of panic in the middle, it seemed that this ascetic was an extremely terrifying presence for those adventurers. However, this is exactly what little Fryman needs, such a powerful ascetic is likely to occupy a very important position in the entire teaching staff of Tosto, as long as this ascetic can be convinced, then the future outcome may be much smoother.

The ascetic entered the tavern, looked at little Flemann, and asked in a deep voice, "Where are you from?" Juvenile? ”

Little Flemann looked at the ascetic in front of him, stood up, and replied calmly: "I am from Munich, and I was once chased by some robbers on the road. When I narrowly escaped, I fainted in the forest from hunger and cold, and at that moment I heard the Lord call my name, saying, 'Fleman, go and find those, go find those.'" I also heard the Lord tell me, 'There are traces left in the high mountains, seek there.'" Hearing the voice of the Lord, I suddenly woke up for some reason. Suddenly I heard the word of the Lord: 'Find those and spread them out, so that those who believe in Christ, who are pure, may be saved.'" ”

At this, little Flemann stopped abruptly, and just looked at the ascetic calmly.

The ascetic's face moved slightly at little Fryman's sudden words, as if he didn't believe it. After thinking about it, the ascetic asked in a low voice, "What did you just say, the Lord told you to seek, but what have you found?" ”

Little Fryman whispered, "I have not found it, but I have realized in my heart what the Lord has asked me to seek." ”

The ascetic was silent for a moment and asked, "What is it?" ”

Little Fryman nodded and said, "I don't know, I can't say what those images that keep appearing represent, but I believe that when we find those, maybe it will make this shijie change completely different." ”

"For example."

Hearing the ascetic's questioning, little Fleman smiled mysteriously and said, "For example, the Holy Grail, or the Holy Coffin." ”

The ascetic looked at little Fryman, and slowly lowered his hand, which had been raised silently, and asked, "The Holy Grail?" Holy coffin? ”

Little Fleman nodded and said, "When the Son came down from the cross, he disappeared from the tomb after three days and rose again." His faithful apostle Thomas saw it all. The Son said to Thomas, 'Blessed is he who believes because you have not seen me.'" ”

The ascetic's body froze again, and the sad-faced priest was amazed that little Fleman was able to quote the scriptures so clearly about the Son, and what the Son had said in the scriptures.

The parchment scrolls copied the scriptures were so valuable and so great that there were not many people who could read them, even in the temple. In other words, not to mention the ordinary aristocracy, even the priests of the ordinary town churches may not be able to read and memorize all the scriptures.

The young man in front of the ascetic seemed to be very familiar with the scriptures, and judging from his casual quotation of the scriptures, he also had a good grasp of the other scriptures. From this point of view, unless the oracle is not at all possible to explain that this young man weishenme would know the scriptures so well.

The mages who were hunted down by the knights of punishment would not know these verses, and the rumored devils would not know all the verses, and only those who had received oracles could understand all the scriptures without a teacher.

The ascetic's hand poked out of his sleeve completely, and it looked like it had a faint glow. He looked at his hand and said, "What does this have to do with the Holy Grail?" ”

Little Fleman drew a belated cross on his chest and said, "No one knows where the Holy Grail has gone, where the coffin has been, and those very important scriptures, and I cannot guess what the Lord wants me to look for." The ascetic drew a cross on his chest, whispered two prayers, then looked up at little Flemann and asked, "You went to the place where you were going?" ”

Little Fryman nodded and replied, "Yes, that's it, that ruin." I've been there before, but I can't get in for various reasons and I need enough help. These tavern adventurers are what I need, and I'll be setting off early tomorrow morning, so you're welcome to come with you if you wish. “

The ascetic's brow locked into a huge question mark, and he asked, "Weishenme doesn't bring a knight of punishment?" Are they not servants of the Lord? Instead, take these filthy adventurers and dust the Lord's gospel to you. ”

Little Fleman replied: "Do not say such blasphemous words before me, for will the Son be tainted by the Son's birth and the stables because of his identity and place of birth?" The Lord has asked me to preach His gospel, and can I give up preaching and saving these adventurers because of their filth? ”

The ascetic was silent for a moment, and then whispered, "Amen, xiexie, your reminder, for so long I have neglected to lash my heart, so much so that I have forgotten too many things. Well, I'll go with you to that ruin tomorrow morning. By the way, my name is Konstantin. ”

Little Fryman nodded slightly and said, "Before you kiss the ring on my finger, you can call me Little Fryman for the time being." ”

Konstantin looked at little Fleman's face again, as if to imprint the young man's face in his mind, and after a while, nodded slightly, put on his hood, and turned away in the dark.

When the ascetic had just left the tavern, the oppressed space was finally released, and as the ascetic moved away, the space was finally completely released. Amid the noise, the glow of candles and oil lamps re-uproared the tavern.

In the midst of this uproar, Carpenter looked at little Fryman and asked in a low voice, "Do you really hear the voice of the Lord?" Have you really seen that ruin? Are there really the kind of chalices and coffins you said about in the ruins? ”

Little Fryman turned his head to look at Carpenter, and the beating light made the boy's face flicker, and he asked, "Do you believe in the Lord?" (To be continued......)