Chapter 2 The World Stands Still
Wu Xin soon discovered that the crossing has changed many things, but there are also some things that will never change, such as different levels will bring different treatment.
The drawbridge of the castle of Sant'Angelo was lowered, and several teenagers who had received the evaluation of the third-class knight apprenticeship followed the priest of Ellan into it, while the others began their careers in the low, dilapidated courtyard outside the castle.
They were received by a female knight, dressed out of place with the weather.
It seems to be early summer now, and Wu Xin still feels quite hot in single clothes, but she is meticulously wearing heavy armor and helmets.
Wu Xin couldn't see her face under the helmet clearly, and could only see a long scar on her left eye.
In a hoarse voice, she addressed the servants: "I am Deverrich, the knight of the servants in 1534, which means that if you break the rules or make me unhappy in the future, I will beat you severely. β
This dismissal made all the young servants nervous.
Wu Xin had expected this, and organization and discipline were established in this way, and he felt that these words should not be the whole story.
On the contrary, he was glad that the other party had told him the year, and combined with geography and the midday sun, it was not difficult for him to calculate that it should be late March, which is the basic ability of a senior seafarer.
"What are the rules?" Terry Jr. asked weakly.
Bang!
The female knight gave the unlucky boy a straight punch: "One of the rules, don't speak without my permission." β
Terry was blindsided by this punch, and Wu Xin wanted to help him, but this female knight was obviously messing with Ma Wei, and he would definitely be beaten once he opened his mouth.
"Before you speak, you have to stand upright, then ask me for my permission before you can speak."
A dizzy Terry kept nodding his head, trying to show that he understood, and he was almost ready to speak again.
Wu Xin suddenly stood up at this time, and deliberately leaned his shoes very loudly, and little Terry reacted suddenly, he couldn't speak.
The female knight of Devrichy glanced at Wu Xin, and she was surprised by the young man's shrewdness and righteousness.
She hesitated to give Wu Xin a try, but looking at Wu Xin's heroic face and body that was far stronger than her peers, she suddenly had an emotion that she hadn't seen for a long time.
The knightess finally decided that this was enough, and she let down little Terry.
"Part of the rules are written on the blackboard in the bedroom, and part of it is up to you to figure it out on your own."
After the female knight left this sentence, she stepped on her heavy boots and walked away.
Leave a bunch of people looking at each other.
Wu Xin picked up little Terry and checked his injuries, although the sound was very loud, but little Terry's injuries were not serious, but his nose was a little red.
"I'm fine." Terry Jr. was a little caught off guard by the dismount, but he tried to be strong.
But Wu Xin could still see tears rolling in his eyes, and by the standards of Wu Xin's world, it was indeed a bit too cruel for a child of his age to leave his hometown and join a well-organized, disciplined group.
However, Wu Xin knew that the world could not be wrong, so he just handed him the package that Little Terry had left on the ground, and then went to find a room.
There were a dozen large rooms on both sides, and there were nameplates in different languages on the doors, and Wu Xin glanced at them a little and found that most of them should be in French.
He walked into the bedroom with the "English Group" nameplate hanging from it.
"Hey, Terry. Come over here. After finding the schedule, Wu Xin did not enter the room immediately, but shouted to John Terry.
Terry heard Wu Xin call him, and hurriedly trotted over, the nameplates were all written in Latin, which he couldn't read.
"Do you know Latin?" Although he didn't know Latin, Terry knew what the lingua franca of the Order was.
"Well, a little." Wu Xin's words made him show a respectful expression, although the teenager who could afford to donate money to become a servant was also middle-class, but Latin was still a relatively rare skill.
"That's great! Thank you. Terry breathed a sigh of relief, the incomprehensible language almost made him nervous more than the harsh manager.
Wu Xin and Terry walked into the room together, the room was very clean and did not look old.
There is a blackboard on the left hand of the door, on which some articles are written in Latin, and there are many contents, the core of which is nothing more than no personal fighting, obedience to superiors and so on.
Wu Xin translated these rules into English and explained them to little Terry, and then added: "As the female knight said, there must be some unspoken rules to be explored slowly." β
Terry nodded appreciatively.
In the middle of the room was a large bunk, and there were compartments with partitions, some of which were locked, and were supposed to be used for personal belongings.
There was a urine bucket next to the bunk, and there was nothing else in the room.
There are a total of five folded quilts on the floor, although it is not a few, but it is still a little better than the worst situation that Wu Xin expected.
He found a vacant spot closer to the window and laid down his blanket, as there was no lock yet, so he put his clothes on it and the rest of his belongings with him.
While making the bed, Wu Xin asked Terry for information: "Someone has just become a knight apprentice, and they are more advanced than Hu Cong?" β
Terry replied quickly, and was not surprised that Wu Xin didn't know about these situations: "Well, most people have to start from Hu Cong, and then become a knight trainee to have a chance to become a real Hospitaller, but it's not easy, my father told me that there are only more than a hundred official knights, and all of them are above the backbone, at least a fifth-level warrior or a spellcaster who can use third-level magic and arcane arts." β
Magic? Arcane?
Wu Xin remembered the purple skull banner he had just seen, this was not his original world, not only the times had changed, but the nature of the world was also different.
But looking back, Wu Xin felt that this was not a fantasy, and wasn't his traveler a proof of supernatural power.
"John, what rank of warrior are you?" Wu Xin realized from Terry's adoring expression that this standard was not low.
"I'm not a samurai, I was trained by my father since I was six years old, and I'm now a first-class wanderer." Terry's words made Wu Xin more aware that there was probably little hope for a normal promotion to knighthood.
Wu Xin continued to ask Terry: "That Miss Delia and the other two French people probably donated a lot of money just now, so they can directly become knight trainees, which is really enviable." β
Terry shook his head, and then said: "It shouldn't be, if the economy was rich, he wouldn't have come here in this kind of boat with us, the two Frenchmen who entered the castle may have been in initial harmony and reached the level of a third-level samurai, and Miss Delia is different, judging from the priest's words that she told her not to abuse God's grace, I think she may be a priest." β
Terry's observation surprised Wu Xin a little, he was not dull, but inexperienced.
"Is that so, can a woman be a priest?" However, what surprised him the most was not Terry's observation, in Wu Xin's world, the question of whether women can be clergy is still very sensitive even in the twenty-first century, although he has just seen that the dormitory is divided into men and women, but he thinks that there are only female warriors at most.
"What's so strange about a woman being a priest? As long as the heart is pious and can perform magic magic, he is a priest, and God's grace is not limited to men and women. Terry's answer made Wu Xin understand that in this world, a priest is a person who can perform divine magic, but not necessarily a clergyman. Cesare, you speak Latin, but don't know that a woman can be a priest? β
Wu Xin lied without changing his color: "Oh, the local church I came to is more conservative, the bishop insists that women should be at home with children, and I have only heard of female pastors in other dioceses." β
"And this old stubbornness?" Terry was still a little weird, but he didn't suspect anything. "However, it is true that the middle and senior positions of the church are basically closed to women, and I have not met female priests and bishops."
Wu Xin wanted to ask how to become a spellcaster again, but at this time, a yin and yang strange voice suddenly sounded behind him.
"Yo, the little white face and the dwarf are not small, and they dare to occupy Boss Keane's bed!"
Wu Xin was stunned for a moment, and looked at the black and thin little Terry beside him, the dwarf was obviously him.
So this little white face is talking about himself, he just looked at his current face on the boat by the level, and he couldn't see it clearly, but he just felt that he should be a little more handsome than his previous life, and now listening to the man's rather jealous tone, it seems that he is indeed quite handsome.
This is another benefit of the crossing.
"But it's empty." Terry asked curiously as he looked at the bunk in front of him, where no one was sleeping.
"Three meters under the window, all belong to Boss Keane, do you have any opinions?"
The face of the person who spoke was long and crooked, and a pair of triangular eyes made people feel uncomfortable at first glance, and at this time, his triangular eyes were shining with a vicious and fierce light.
Behind him stood a very strong man, who should be Boss Keane.
"Ah, this is Boss Keane's position, so let's move to the side." Wu Xin didn't hesitate, put away the bed and moved it to the edge of the bunk
"Hehe, your little white face is quite interesting." Giggs's concession to Wu Xin was, of course, unceremoniously ridiculed.
Terry slowed down a little, but didn't say anything more.
When you first arrive, the truth that you can't be blindly reckless will not change.
After all, this is not a university dormitory with randomly assigned beds, and the Knights who fight to survive obviously have another set of rules.
"Hello, I'm Cesare Cibo, when you're out and about, we're all English and should support each other." Although the other party was very polite, since they were grouped according to language, Wu Xin felt that it was best for everyone to unite a little.
But Wu Xin's kindness did not receive any positive response, Keane snorted coldly, and the ugly attendant snarled with spit flying.
"Whoever and you are both English, and Elder Keane and I are both Welsh."
"What are you talking about?! It is a grave crime to deny that Wales is part of the Kingdom of England, you barbarian! "Terry could accept that someone was taking the best spot in the bunk, even if it meant sleeping in a small, cold marginal position, but he couldn't be silent about what was behind Ryan Giggs.
"So what, this is the island of Malta, what can you sons of you do to me? What else can Henry's son of a son of a dog do with Lao Tzu? Keane spoke again, not fast or loud, but with a great hatred for the Kingdom of England.
Wu Xin listened to his words, but it was nothing, he didn't care whether the Welsh recognized the King of England or not.
But Terry was furious, and when he heard Keane insulting the contemporary King of England, Henry VIII, Terry yelled, jumped to his feet, and attacked Keane in the face.
Keane, who had been prepared, grabbed him by the neck, and then Giggs next to him raised his hand fiercely, looking like he was about to slap Terry.
"Everyone on the island of Malta is dealing with the infidels together, and we will no longer serve the king, and the past will be over." Although Keane's height and weight made people feel a lot of pressure, Wu Xin still pulled Giggs in time to start a round for Terry Jr. "From now on we will all be servants of God, and we will become noble knights."
Little Terry, who was hanging in the air, was still cursing, but Wu Xin's words made both Giggs and Keane have mixed expressions, and they ignored him.
Giggs looked at Wu Xin hatefully: "Hehe, you newcomers always can't figure out the situation and serve God?" We are just cannon fodder, what do you think we have in the future, and even fantasize about becoming knights? The Cicese knights have probably fooled you, but you don't look at how many years there have been no official knights from their backgrounds. We are just relatively high-level coolies and cannon fodder, and those who have the opportunity to become knights are at least knight apprentices as soon as they go to the island. If there is a real chance to become a knight, how can so many people want to escape? Only the French, the Spaniards and the Italians have the slightest chance to become knights, we English, Germans and Poles are cannon fodder, hehe, your lives have entered the final countdown, either thrown into the sea by Barbary pirates, or die under the knives of desert nomads, soon, haha, soon. β
Several more members of the English team came into the room, and they were obviously disgusted by the ugly attendant's words, but no one dared to stand up and refute them.
"Yo, Giggs, you don't seem to be happy with the harmony of the Knights Hospitaller?"
At this moment, another person walked into the room of the English group, and his English was even stranger than Giggs's accent.
He looked to be in his twenties, dressed in a rather fine linen shirt and a red bow tie, and looked like a brightly colored rooster in the English group, which was all dressed in coarse linen.
He said teasing words in his mouth, and he also had a grinning expression on his face.
However, Giggs was like a mouse seeing a cat: "Lord Villefort, please don't worry, give me a few more days, I will definitely collect this month's dues in time, these guys in the English group are some dishonest scum, I need to clean them up again." β
Listening to his words, several of the English team members were very angry, but looking at Keane, they didn't speak in the end.
"You're right, Giggs, the dishonest guy really needs to clean up." Villefort said in a tone that I fully agree with you. "What do you think about the dogs who live up to the boss's trust and take their dues to go to the town to take a sauna?"
"No, no, no, Lord Villefort, I'm the loyal dog of Boss d'Artagnan........." Giggs looked frightened, embezzlement was no small matter, especially for a member of the fringe gang like him.
Halfway through his words, Villefort grabbed him by the throat and pressed his face against the wall.
"Boom...."
Giggs's head was slammed against the wall by Ken.
"You're worthy of being the dog of Boss d'Artagnan, too? But if you worry about it, I'm not in a hurry at all, anyway, I can always get the full amount of money in the end. The only difference is whether or not you will encounter some inquisitive visitors. Give you three days, steal and rob and cheat and sell your ass, and after three days you won't see any money, I'll help you find money, and then I'll find you an orc who will dry your asshole thicker than your arm, don't be too grateful to me. β
Villefort still maintained that relaxed expression.
And Wu Xin looked at the other Hu Cong's calm and chilling appearances, and knew that Villefort's threat was obviously not a joke.
However, when he turned to Wu Xin and Terry, he introduced himself in a very friendly tone: "I'm the second-class knight apprentice Villefort, two new companions, hello, I have some suggestions here, I hope you can listen to them." β
"What proposal? Villefort seniors. 'Because of his attitude towards Ryan Giggs, Terry Jr. has been very friendly with him.
Villefort looked at Terry with a smile: "Of course it is a good proposal, in order to make the servants better adapt to life on the island of Malta, the French knight d'Artagnan has organized a mutual aid association of the servants and join the mutual aid society, which will allow you to live peacefully on the island of Malta without encountering unnecessary dangers." β
"What? There will be on the island of Malta, tooβ" Little Terry couldn't say any more than he could say, hadn't he just been bullied by Giggs.
"Of course, danger is everywhere, in the air, in the water, where is this dangerous world not dangerous? Believe me, compared to the real danger, this Giggs is a harmless little pitiful. "Villefort's words are light, even funny, but the meaning of the words is not ambiguous at all." But if you turn to Boss d'Artagnan for protection and the Mutual Aid Society, then you are safe and you will be a friend of all the French on the island of Malta. β
Villefort glanced at Keane as he finished speaking.
Keane, who had just been called the boss by Giggs, immediately showed a nervous expression.
"Servant Mutual Aid Society?" Terry finally understood something, and the situation before him was somewhat familiar to him, as if he had heard of such a thing from the servant's child.
Wu Xin had already roughly understood the situation when Giggs was beaten, and this was the core thug beating up the peripheral elements who were not doing well.
The survival conditions of the English group are poor, divided internally, and there are powerful enemies on the outside.
He had already discovered that more than half of the nameplates in the dormitories were written in French, which indicated that the French servants accounted for more than half of the number of people, and that the newcomers to the same ship were also the most French.
"Yes, the Hucong Mutual Aid Society, one silver thaler per quarter, can be discounted on a monthly basis, only thirty coppers. When you pay your dues, your safety is guaranteed, and Boss d'Artagnan will take care of you. "Villefort's asking price doesn't sound high, and the money bag that Wu Xin got had twenty silver coins in it, which should be Teller.
"You guys ...... ............" Terry finally understood the situation, as the son of a sheriff, he had never experienced anything like this.
"Don't worry if your family doesn't give you any living expenses, there are many opportunities to make money on the island, although there is no money to help the noble knights maintain their weapons and feed the horses, but if the knight trainees who are busy with practice want you to serve, then they will pay you, and the visiting merchant ships will also provide various job opportunities." Villefort said this, a little more seriously, although he enjoyed playing with newcomers, but he knew that his job was still to collect protection money, but he finally added. "Of course, it's quite profitable to sell butts."
"Shameless fellow, my ancestors killed thirteen French Yankees in the Battle of Agincourt, so they were knighted, and it was a dream for me to pay you!"
As soon as Wu Xin heard the word "Aginkur", he knew that it was bad, even the Chinese of the twenty-first world knew the legendary story contained in this place name.
Just two generations ago, the Hundred Years' War had just ended.
The Battle of Agincourt was England's biggest victory in the Hundred Years' War, and the French knights were bloodied in front of the well-trained English longbowmen, which can be called the darkest day in French history.
For the French in the sixteenth century, the word probably had the same meaning as "Dadonggou" for the Chinese, and saying it from an English population would definitely drive the French crazy.
If a Japanese proudly boasted in front of Wu Xin that his ancestors had killed countless Chinese in the Sino-Japanese War, what treatment would he get?
As Wu Xin expected, "Agincur" was like oil poured on a fire, igniting the anger of Villefort.
He immediately pressed Terry's face against the wall, and Giggs and Keane, who had just been treated the same, pressed Terry Jr. left and right.
However, his tone was still so witty: "It turns out that the descendants of the heroes of the Battle of Agincourt are really disrespectful. β
But the word "Agincourt" is really a scar that no Frenchman can uncover, even if it is only a teenager, Villefort showed no mercy, he opened his bow left and right, and punched Terry in the face several times, beating Terry to the point of blood.
"Wait, wait, there's something to say." Wu Xin knew that opening her mouth at this time would not have a good result, but this time it was different from just now, the female knight looked unreasonable, but was actually measured.
As he expected, as soon as his words came out, Giggs, who was eager to sell in front of his master, pounced on him.
"Yes, yes, we Knights Hospitaller should have such a spirit of supporting our comrades." Virgin also threw away Terry and punched Wu Xin who was entangled, and Wu Xin's eyes turned black and he couldn't speak anymore.
Villefort patted Giggs on the face and said, "Yes, yes, Giggs, it seems that you can't serve the orcs for the time being." β
"Monsieur Villefort, your purse!" Encouraged by the encouragement, Giggs continued to work hard and copied Wu Xin's money bag.
Wu Xin was in a hurry, struggling to hold on to the money bag.
Giggs gave him another blow, snatched the money bag, and handed it to Villefort with both hands.
"If it's an Englishman, let's go together."
Wu Xin found a contagious slogan from memory, but his angry shouts did not get any response, and the other members of the English group had already tasted enough lessons.
Although Villefort is only one man, Keane and Ryan Giggs are his lackeys, and more importantly, the powerful French group behind him is not something that a fragmented English group can handle, and the revenge afterwards will make their days dark.
"This voice is the temptation of the devil, and it is the most dangerous." Villefort smiled and shook the purse, and the coins clanged against each other.
He opened the money bag, and then with a surprised expression, he took out a silver coin and threw it to Giggs, and then took out a ruby with his fingers stained with Wu Xin's blood.
"This gem is good, I'm afraid it's worth hundreds of thalers." When Giggs saw the gem, he immediately let out an exclamation.
This ruby is not bad, Villefort has never seen such a perfect gemstone.
He had the privilege of seeing a high-level mage use a ruby to cast a spell, and the ruby that mage used to cast a seventh-level arcane spell, and the ruby that one that summoned a small fire elemental seemed to emit a far less radiant light than this one, and the price of that gem he knew, twelve hundred thalers.
The gem was superior in size, color, and fire, and Villefort could not accurately value it, but it was clearly above the gem that the High Mage considered a treasure.
'Is there such a good thing?' Will this kid have some backstage? β
Despite the great temptation of the devil, Villefort did not lose his ability to think, and he immediately began to think about the message that the jewel revealed.
But he didn't have time to think about it anymore, and the blood on his hands was stained on the gem.
This is the blood flowing from Wu Xin's mouth.
The blood did not drip down the gemstone, but was absorbed as if it had met a sponge.
The ruby that had absorbed Wu Xin's blood was like an activated life, emitting a burst of red light, enveloping everything in a red light.
The world stood still.