The north wind is still raging, and the cold snow is still falling. The Holy Church has mobilized a large number of cathars to house the refugees in vacant churches, where rooms are so packed that people can only huddle each other for warmth.

The Bishop of Lisbon wanders from house to house, and he is shrouded in holy light, unleashing spells such as "Calm the Mind" to help calm the minds of the refugees and fight hunger. It's just that the number of refugees is too large, and the bishop of Lisbon and the priests who accompanied him are all tired and sweaty, and they can't take care of all the refugees.

He was in one of the houses, and he had just finished performing his magic and was chatting with some of the refugees, when a soldier came in and reported to him: "Patriarch, there are a few people who are really hateful, and they are clamoring that our Holy Sect has dug a cellar under the ground and hid all the grain in the cellar. Saying that, he showed an indignant look on his face, these ungrateful white-eyed wolves, if it weren't for the Bishop of Lisbon telling them to be kind to the refugees, they would have given these noisy guys a good look.

"Oh?", the Lisbon Pastor was a little surprised, and then laughed, "so they thought so? ", he muttered.

The soldier asked, somewhat confused, "So, Patriarch, what should we do?" ”

Even the refugees in the room were very angry when they heard this, and some of them directly scolded: "What the Holy Sect does to us, we all have a scale in our hearts, and we all remember it firmly." These beasts are good, not only are they not grateful, but they also pick and choose and make trouble unreasonably, which is really unreasonable. ”

"It's just that these bastards are not as good as beasts, they just have a dog, and they can remember it if they are good to it. A few more refugees scolded them, and now they are extremely supportive of the Holy Religion.

"Just tie them up and beat them, and when they are honest, they will be honest. ”

"Well, you don't have to. The Bishop of Lisbon shook his hand, "The world is full of wonders, they just forgot the instructions of the Father and were tempted by the whispers of the devil." Then he turned to the soldier and asked, "Do they have any demands?"

"Yes, some of them claim to be geologists, and they want the Holy Cult to allow them to survey and dig the ground to find out if there is a cellar underground. The soldier replied with an angry face, "These men are too much, too hateful. ”

"Hehe, it doesn't matter. It is surprising to me that there are geologists among them, and that such scholars are quite rare, and that they can be reduced to refugees, is there already such a large number of scholars in the kingdom of St. Teresa?", said the Patriarch of Lisbon sarcastically.

"The Holy Church has always treated people with Akagi, and there is nothing that is unseemly. If they want to dig and verify, then let them do it! The Holy Religion will never interfere. Then he instructed the soldier: "Not only will we not hinder us, but we will help them." You go and deliver my orders, except for a few places that are expressly forbidden, they can come and go everywhere in the Sanctuary at will, and if they need tools such as shovels, the Holy Cult can provide them with them, and even if they want to dig down, that is, how many people can dig, you tell them that the cathars can assist them. ”

"We are doing right, sitting upright, with a clear conscience, and we are not afraid of any doubts and verifications!"

"Yes!", the soldier replied loudly, impressed by the arrogance and magnanimity of the Patriarch of Lisbon, and then ran out of the house in high spirits.

In a short time, the news of the Patriarch of Lisbon allowing free verification spread to all the refugees, and his broad-mindedness and openness were praised by everyone, and some of the refugees were bored, running over to see if they could dig something out of the ground.

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"What? There is no sign of food found from the ground?", Duke Mortier stood up suddenly, "This is impossible, except for the underground, where can the Holy Sect hide the grain, is it really hidden in the sky." ”

He stared at his subordinates who were working on the matter, "Is there a problem with that geologist's survey? Could it be wrong?"

"Back to my lord, it shouldn't go wrong. That person has been famous for a long time, and many of the previous Yuanshi deposits were all surveyed by him, and the cellar that can store a large amount of grain is quite simple to detect. In his words, it was a life he couldn't have gone wrong when he was a teenager, and he had already checked it three times and there would be no problem. ”

"That's strange, where is all this grain hidden?, is there really no grain in the Holy Sect?", Duke Mortier was puzzled.

"There can't really be anything wrong with the plan, right?", even Duke Luke, who had always been motionless and calm, looked much more solemn at this time.

"According to the old man's experience, if a plan has not been going well, then I am afraid that there will be no news in the future. ”

As if to confirm his words, suddenly another person hurriedly walked in and reported to Duke Mortier: "My lord, there is information from the periphery, just a few hundred miles away from the Holy Radiance City, a large number of convoys have been discovered, and they are flying the banner of the Holy Sect. ”

"What?", Duke Mortier shouted directly, at this time he could no longer care about any aristocratic demeanor, "this is impossible? Could it be that they used a large number of people to shovel snow? Those incompetent nobles did not stop them? And it is still snowing heavily these days, even shoveling snow is not so easy." ”

"Lord Hui, according to the information that came, they did not use manpower to shovel snow, and the convoy was moving forward on the snow. The face of the person who reported it was also full of disbelief.

"Impossible, it's ridiculous. Duke Luke also did not believe this information, "The old man has been to the north with the convoy, and if such a heavy snow forcibly drives the horses to the road, the horses will not travel far and will be abandoned." What's more, there was a lot of grain on the carriage, and the weight was extraordinary. ”

"It's no ordinary horse, either. "According to the spies on the periphery, he had seen from afar horses pulling carts, shining in the sunlight like jewels, and ordinary horses would never shine like that anyway." ”

"Unless, unless the horse is iron. The man swallowed his spit, and finally said it, he couldn't believe it, how could it be?

However, the Duke of Mortier, as if he remembered something, exclaimed, "Wooden oxen and horses!"