"In order to thank the people for cleaning up the ruins of Turnest and celebrating the 30th anniversary of the dedication of St. Aubrey's body, a special miracle drama of brilliant beauty and incomparable beauty?"

"Yes, it's both a thank you and a celebration, and the better the reason, so that you can attract the widest audience."

"But St. Aubrey's body was brought in twenty-nine years ago."

"Scared, what's the matter? A group of people who can't read and write, and they can't see anything wrong with putting the chronology under their noses. "Besides, the Church can even forge the edict of Emperor Constantine, so it would be a matter to revise the chronology of the Church?

“……”

The news spread like this, and every aristocratic family in the diocese of Tournest and every village where someone had participated in cleaning up the ruins were notified, and Luo Yi was very clear about the effect of advertising.

The advertising worked very well.

The day before the festival, the flow of people entering the city from the city gate can be seen to be far higher than usual.

The devil smiled happily, money is like flowing water, and the flow of people is the gold coins rolling in.

But soon, as the number of people entering the city increased from the city gates, uneasiness replaced smiles, followed by panic.

"Why are people from other parishes here, and they have nothing else to do but come to the play?" The devil cursed and rushed out the door to start the action of making amends: "It is right to organize a festival, it is a mistake......"

On this day, Luo Yi was not the only one who was surprised by this rolling flow of people.

"Oh my God! Is this really Tourneste? Is it the city that has just been looted and burned? One of the squires exclaimed as he struggled through the crowd, and he came to his master and reported that it seemed as if the whole of the kingdom of Neustria had come to the city.

The squire had always been exaggerated, but his master thought he was telling the truth.

The streets were full of people, people from the diocese of Romuto, from the diocese of Sugeny, and even from the northernmost parish of Heterome, who had come in droves for the sake of the uneven road, and had entered the safe city a day earlier. The citizens of Tournest looked at the procession of nobles, knights, and squires who walked by, and their hearts were overjoyed, although the northerners had plundered this unfortunate country year after year, but even the most unfortunate country always had a group of rich lucky people, and these people were obviously among the lucky ones.

The shops were bustling with business, selling all sorts of goods to customers who could afford to travel so far, but the temporary stalls set up for the festival had no business, because their owners had miscalculated and set the opening date on the day of the festival. On this day, these temporary stalls had neither goods nor clerks.

The same miscalculation was the hotel.

"No room?"

"Yes, yes, the villain's own room has been given to Woolf, the lord of Jarrow, if your lord had come earlier, there would still be a place in the lobby, but now ......" The shopkeeper is in a dilemma, it is not good to suggest a noble knight to sleep in the stable, not to mention that the place in the stable is also very tense now.

Hearing the name, the knight recalled for a moment, and then malice overflowed: "Hmph! Woolf of Jarrow? What a thing is he! He deliberately shouted so loudly that it was heard by many of the people who had sat in the lobby drinking all night.

"What are you? How dare you say that about us! When one of the attendants heard that someone had said this, he immediately stood up for his master.

"The defeated dog is the only one left."

"Bah, who am I, it turns out to be a pagan bastard! I was careless last time, and you were proud, see that Uncle didn't knock out your brains this time! ”

"Who do you say are the infidels? False accusations are to be hanged! ”

"Isn't your father an infidel? To hell! ”

The other people sitting in the shop are used to seeing killing and violence, they are not afraid of big things when they see the excitement, some applaud, some make noise, some excitedly bang their fists on the table, brawls are also rare entertainment in these years, they don't mind having a little episode before watching the play, only the shopkeeper sneaks away when he sees the situation is not good.

In this atmosphere, the scolding quickly turned into a hand, and a cup flew through the lobby, smashing the wall with a "ping" sound, and the wine contained in it poured over the unlucky man sitting against the wall.

The wine was bold and courageous, and when they heard this sound it was like hearing the drums of war beat, and more people picked up their cups, and some of them were already hurrying to draw their swords.

A scuffle is about to take place.

"Hey! You guys! What is this! A neutral voice shouted, and several guards entered the shop in full gear, followed by the innkeeper and a priest.

Seeing this scene, many people calmed down and sat back in their places, but the troublemaker was not willing to give up, so he stopped, how could he tell Woolf of Jarrow to obediently give up the room?

Woolf of Jarrow doesn't give up the room, where do they sleep?

Sleeping on the street?

Sleeping in a stable?

Don't be funny!

"What? What's your turn? A strong hand grabbed the spearhead of one of the guards who was walking in front of him, and bent the spearhead at once, and immediately frightened several of the guards to take a step back.

Seeing that the intimidation had worked, the knight took a step forward without hurrying, and was satisfied to see Woolf of Jarrow pale—it was time for him to remember the pain of breaking his bones, and this time he had good reason to break his bones—although his grunt was not very good, it was a good pastime to watch him roll away in disarray.

"Wait a minute." The voice was so soft that the knight didn't stop, even if it was a priest.

He is not afraid of the vestments, just as he is not afraid of God.

But he could not go any further, for a spear with a crooked spear stopped in front of him, which made him slightly surprised, and he turned his head to look at the priest: "Yes, there are two strengths, I can consider letting you mix with me." He said this sincerely, and he still valued those who had strength.

The innkeeper gasped and drew a cross on his chest, but before he could breathe his strength to speak, he heard the young priest say, "Aren't you looking for a place to spend the night?" ”

"Yes, but I'm an aristocrat, and I can't sleep anywhere."

"Is Bishop Turnnest's bedroom okay?"

"Ha, yes, yes, why not?" The knight laughed, "Then where did you tell the bishop to sleep?" Stable? ”

"The merciful Savior also slept in the stable." The priest replied calmly, and the knight found it all the more amusing to see him talking such serious nonsense: "Then it is decided!" Walk! Meet the Bishop's bedroom tonight! ”

He wanted to see how the little priest ended, and not think that he could save the Woolf by luring him away, although he did not have many attendants, but there were a few good men in it, and there was no problem in knocking over the pretending white bearded Woolf.

Half an hour later, he sent an attendant to call out the men who had remained in the shop.

"It's not the bishop's bedroom, but it's spacious, so I won't bother with you!" The knight magnanimously said to the young priest who had brought him, "If only your master did not bother with you, little priest! Ha Lu Ha! ”

"This is indeed the bishop's bedroom."

"You don't need to insist, how can the bishop's bedroom be so shabby, don't worry, I won't worry about you if I say I don't care about you, you better save some effort and think about how to talk to your master when you go back."

"......" The young priest seemed to be about to say something, but when someone came looking for him, he hurried away.

The knight slept soundly and woke up early the next day.

In the early morning light he looked at the room again, how could this be the bishop's bedroom? If nothing else, the bed was made of stone, it was an ascetic's bed, how could the bishop sleep on such a bed?

Leaning against the wall lay a modest bookshelf with two books on it, and a number of pamphlets and charts simply bound with twine, and the knight, like most of the nobles of this world, could not read, and he could not see the value of these things, and turned his head without interest when he looked at them.

On the other side of the wooden shelf hung a few coarse linen robes, and on the side were a few tools used by ordinary peasants, including an iron catalpa, a hoe, and an iron plough, which was actually stained with some soil, and a few wicker baskets and an unfinished half-finished basket scattered beside them.

He had no interest in any of this, but it gave him an idea of the owner of the room, and he was undoubtedly an ascetic.

The monks' dogma was that they were not allowed to eat, so that in this era of chaotic banditry, many monasteries became the most refuge of agriculture and all kinds of crafts, and only under the high walls of the monasteries could people work in peace rather than as a last resort.

But the meagre wealth thus amassed also made the monastery a target for robbers of all stripes.

Some simply and rudely broke down the gates, while others relied on the power behind them to be appointed abbots directly by the king, and their wives were appointed abbots, thus obtaining the land and wealth of the monastery.

The most conspicuous thing in the room was a white plate, which looked like a white shell and was as smooth as ice to the touch.

Probably smuggled from the Karamans, the descendants of these devils have the best craft.

When he got tired of looking at the plates, he swaggered open the door and walked out.

In one of the corridors he saw a crowd coming out of the vestments, and a bishop with a crown and a purple robe, with a shepherd's staff in his hand, approaching him, presumably for morning prayer.

He casually stepped forward to greet the bishop.

Get ready......

The moment he saw the part above the purple robe below the crown, the lion was frightened into a sheep.

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