Chapter 44: Puppet Horror
The vast majority of the aristocracy of this era were illiterate, secular schools had evolved into clerical schools, and the content of teaching had changed from a variety of subjects such as law, language, literature, and eloquence to a pure theology.
Culture became the exclusive preserve of the clergy.
Probably because they had just come out of the Black Forest, these Germanic nobles, who were full of barbarism and brutality in their bones, despised the study of culture.
They are fierce and fierce, and they are passionate about using violence, and when they educate their children, they want them to learn great martial arts and earn titles in battle.
But Count Thorrison Campbell, the master of Syracuse, was a rare polymath.
He was madly obsessed with classical culture and believed in Athena and Minerva, the goddesses of wisdom.
Of course, he would never make a big deal about it.
It can be said that it is in the same vein, and his Baron Connor Tatebelli is also an unreligious hypocrite.
So, Count Campbell, who loved his daughter dearly, arranged for her to have a teacher who taught Teresa Latin and the Greek used by the Eastern Romans, which would occupy most of her leisure time.
It wasn't until noon that Teresa finished her lesson.
She rushed back to her room and came to the locker.
Seeing the scene in front of her, she couldn't help but take a step back, and said in disbelief: "Oh my God, what's going on?"
I saw that the woodcutter puppet that she had put into the woods by her own hands in the morning had been separated at this time and fell into the bushes, and the broken section of the wood texture was obviously bloody.
The Orion Puppet, who was also in the forest, stood not far from the woodcutter's corpse, watching this scene in horror, and the hunting bow in his hand fell at his feet.
Teresa picked up the woodcutter's fallen head and said, "Who did it?
She subconsciously searched for the monster that she should have placed at the gate of the city, and it took a long time to find it in a tree at the very edge of the forest.
The monster puppet was smiling triumphantly at this time, and the smile was still so weird and evil, it made people break out in a cold sweat on a hot day.
"How so?"
"Orion, why don't you shoot this monster?
"And you, Senmut, as a guardian knight, you should help the noble princess of Syracuse protect her people, and not hide in the castle cowardly!"
She was a little angry and put the knight puppet in the forest: "Ugly monster, you can only be arrogant for so long, my guardian knight will defeat you soon!"
Or that the world of children is different from the world of adults, and she just stubbornly believes that the script she planned has officially begun to be performed.
......
In the evening, at a dinner party at Earl Campbell's house, Teresa was keenly aware of the worry between her father's eyebrows, and she asked in a low voice, "Dad, is there anything bothering you today?"
Earl Campbell rubbed his eyebrows and sighed, "This afternoon, a woodcutter died in the territory. β
Teresa looked puzzled, "Since the arrival of the Black Death, many people have died every day in the city. β
But this time it was different, the woodcutter had his head cut off, and this scene was seen by one of the hunters, who kept saying that a terrible monster had attacked the woodcutter, and in an instant, he tore off his head with its sharp claws. β
"I've seen his body, and it really doesn't look like a wound from a sword. β
Speaking of this, Earl Campbell was a little uneasy: "I suspect that there is a demon at work in my territory. β
Theresa's eyes flashed with panic, and she whispered, "Just let your knights catch it." β
Count Campbell sighed, "I've sent the chief knight Senmut to deal with this matter, but I'm worried that if there really is a demon at work, it will definitely not be something that Senmut can handle." β
"Why?"
Teresa was surprised: "Senmut is the most powerful knight under your command, he has even won the national championship of the knight!"
Earl Campbell sighed: "How can ordinary martial arts fight against the devil's minions, don't imagine those monsters too simply." β
Teresa asked, "Then who can fight the devil?"
Count Campbell was silent for a moment, then replied, "Probably only those high-ranking clergy and witchers can do it. β
"Dad, I'm full. β
Teresa suddenly got up from her seat and hurried back to the bedroom.
The Countess exclaimed, "You have only eaten such a little ......"
Count Campbell shook his head helplessly and looked at his wife: "This child is always like this. β
His wife chuckled, "It's not all you're used to. β
Teresa, who returned to the bedroom, walked to the locker with some trepidation, and she had a sense of foreboding.
Sure enough, in the dim candlelight, a puppet with a different head was lying across the forest, it was the guardian knight Senmut!
It died in the same way as the woodcutter, and it should have been a wooden section drenched in blood.
"Senmut, you've been killed by an invading monster!"
"Even you are no match for this monster, who can stop it?"
Teresa was a little disappointed in Senmmut's weakness, and the knight she had high hopes for was easily killed by the monster.
"You don't deserve to be the princess's guardian knight!"
In a fit of rage, she threw Senmut's puppet corpse out the window.
She found the monster again, and found that it had actually reached the moat under the walls.
And the princess puppet in the castle was covering her mouth in horror at this time, hiding by the window of the room on the third floor, carefully peeking out the window.
Dangerous!
Monsters are coming in soon!
Teresa hurriedly put the rest of the puppet guards, puppet hunters, traders, and commoners in front of the princess, and she said loudly: "You must fulfill your duty to protect the princess, unite and burn it with fire." β
"Tomorrow morning, I want to see this monster put to death by you, or I'll throw you all into the fireplace!"
"And whoever kills this monster will be promoted to the princess's guardian knight, and the assistant will also be given a knighthood and a territory!"
With that, she lay down on the bed.
......
The next morning, the soft sunlight woke Teresa.
She hurried to the cupboard, expecting who would kill the monster and replace Senmut as the new princess guardian knight.
To her disappointment, the puppets in the cupboard kept their panicked expressions, and they almost leaned against the castle gate, making all sorts of escape movements, and some of the puppets even had their joints twisted, and they had no courage to speak of.
"A bunch of cowards!"
"If it weren't for you trying to attract the attention of the monsters, I'd have thrown you all into the fireplace and burned them!"
Teresa ran out of her room in a rage, trying to get out, but was stopped by Lisa, the servant who served her.
"Miss Teresa, your lord has just ordered you not to go out today. β
Teresa wondered, "Why?"
Lisa said with some uneasiness, "Knight Senmut didn't return last night, and his body was found in the forest this morning. β
Teresa felt a chill welling up, and she hurriedly begged, "I'll only buy some puppets at the door, and I'm sure it'll be fine." β
Lisa's face was embarrassed: "No, the lord has specially explained." β
Teresa's tone hardened, "I'll take the guards with me, as usualβif you dare to tell my father, I'll tell him about the bread you stole from the kitchen last Sunday." β
Lisa's face turned pale with fright, and she said, "Okay... All right. β
Teresa went out with the guards, looking at the crowd around her who were still holding puppets, and she said loudly, "Who has puppets for witchers and clergy?"
People look at each other, who is going to be this kind of puppet?
The former is suspected of blasphemy, while the latter is a pure contemptible heresy, a legend of an existence as evil as a demon.
Teresa stretched out her hand and said in a loud voice, "If anyone can be the first to provide me with the puppets of the witchers and clergy, I will pay five silver marks for it!"
The crowd boiled.
Even if there is no goods, it is a big deal to make it ready, and some skilled craftsmen can complete it in one morning.
......
At this time, in Earl Campbell's study, the Earl was writing with a quill pen.
"My dear friend Dante Sparta, we haven't seen each other for many years since Rome parted, and this hasty contact is due to a misfortune in my territory......"
"I'm guessing there's a demon at work, and my chief knight has died from it, and I'm going to get Father Casio in the city to settle the matter first. β
"But I always had a foreboding, after all, I had seen that priest a stupid fellow with a fat brain, and I couldn't put my hopes in him. β
"Therefore, I beg your help, as soon as possible, and I am willing to pay a hundred and fifty gold florins. β
Finally, the Count signed his name at the end of the letter: "Your dear friend, Thorrison Campbell. β
He sighed lightly and instructed the butler to deliver the letter.
But in this era, far water can't save near fire, and his former best friend is a guy who likes to wander around, so I'm afraid it will be difficult to come to Syracuse on time.