Two days after Abu and the others set out, a small group came on the road to Turnest: two priests on donkeys and a donkey driver in charge of driving them.

"My lord, let's wait for the strikers to come back, or find a few more people to escort us." The fatter of the two priests suggested.

"Entering the diocese of Tournest is as safe as staying in the old man's house of the dear God." The priest replied, "Brother John, a proverb is not easily formed, and a nickname is more revealing of a person's essence than his real name." ”

"Yes, yes, but, but ......," the fat priest looked around, deciding that the journey was still too risky.

He knew that the diocese of Tournest was indeed very safe, and if he had changed himself, he would not have to worry about coming here alone, but the person around him was not an ordinary priest! What if there is a wandering robber or wandering knight who is not open-minded, and is tempted by the devil to come and do it once!

However, this adult's will is very strong, he does not listen to persuasion at all, and he is still very interested...... It's so hard......

At this time, as if the devil also knew his thoughts, and ran to make fun, smoke and dust rose on the road.

"Ahh Yes! John the fat priest screamed, and he reached out to pull the thinner priest behind his back, and drew a cross on his chest with one hand trembling.

John's hands were shaking so much that he didn't even touch the priest's clothes, so the older priest was not bothered by him, he put his hand in front of his eyes and opened it, and calmly grasped the cross on his chest and the reins in his hand, "It's coming so quickly." There was a little trembling at the end, but no one noticed that.

We are just two poor priests, robbers, who have taken two donkeys at most.

He comforted himself in this way.

"Let's Jean! Let's Jean! Yes! Sorry, Priests, Gentlemen! ”

One cart after another sped past the two priests, each with a few muscular men sitting or standing, and iron rods and shovels lying on the sidelines.

They galloped past the priests as fast as they could, did not stop to rob them, did not stop to bow to them, in short, they did not stop......

It's as if these two priests were two scarecrows.

"What's wrong?"

The two priests looked at each other, and the second monk was puzzled. Even if the two of them are not worth grabbing, aren't their two donkeys worth grabbing?

"My lord, let's go back to ...... first"

"Nope." The priest immediately rejected his offer, his face extremely firm: "The gods are above, we must reach Turnest before sunset to find out what is going on." "And the whereabouts of these very good horses, carriages, and the iron tools loaded on them, and most importantly, the horses, pulling the carts

You can still run that fast!

The fat priest had no choice but to weep and order the donkey man to continue on his way.

Not long after, they ran into another team.

This time, it wasn't the smoke and dust that came first, but the singing and music.

"Forward forward, forward, our team to the sun, lalala, we step on the fertile earth, lalala, we carry the hope of a better life, lalala......"

“！” What kind of trouble is this!

"We are invincible forces, lalalala......"

“……”

While the new clergy was in a state of confusion, the procession had already come to the fore.

The man at the head carried a banner depicting a headless corpse, followed by three long columns, with men walking on either side and women and vehicles in the middle. The men carried packages on their backs and carried canes wrapped in iron, which glittered in the sunlight like spears. Some of the women carried baskets, some carried baskets and parcels, and carried canes in their hands. In the middle of the procession were four oxen and two-wheeled ox carts, the first with several children and what appeared to be piles of tools, the second with a messy pile of cloth, two barrels and a few pockets, and the last two ...... It's full of dung.

Some of the children in the car played trumpets, some played drums, and some beat triangles, and the sound of music was made by them.

And the others were not idle, the man who carried the flag waved the flag to the band as the conductor, and at the same time he also played the role of the lead singer, leading the men, women and children in the team to sing together.

By the time we got to the priests, the song had been changed to "Let's swing the oars, and let the boat float on the water......"

The singing was loud and full of neutrality, and the men, women, and children in the procession were all raised and chested, red and red, and their muscles were strong, and their calves were extraordinarily full, and their steps were neat—just looking at this spirit, both priests felt that they were charging, not rushing.

A lot of armies are not as neat as this one when they are on the march!

"Hey, where are the priests, gentlemen!"

The priest frowned, he was not used to being treated so rudely, but the fat priest answered very kindly: "Go to the city of Tournest." ”

"What a coincidence, we're going too, let's go together."

"Great." The fat priest and the priest whispered a few words, and then wept again and told the leader that they had something else to do, and that they were not going to go with them, and that they had to go first. When the leader heard about it, he saw that they were all leaving empty-handed, and generously asked them if they needed tents (it turned out that the cloth on the second car was tents), bread, and wine in case of inconvenience.

Before the priests could make any indications, the donkey driver heard of the wine and was anxious to say that they needed it.

So the donkey man was given two pieces of hard bread, filled his leather bag with wine, and praised God with joy. Ah, how nice it would be to take the priests to Turneste every day! Unlike the people in other places who are forever crying poor, the people here have great respect for the priests......

After walking a little further away from the procession, the priest asked the fat priest in the words of the church, "Who were those people just now?" ”

"It's a peasant who is ready to work in the city."

"Peasantry?" The priest couldn't keep his mouth shut, which completely turned his perception on its head.

Just listening to them singing and playing music, and seeing their neat dress, he thought it was a group of knights and soldiers running around on the road bored! The two dung trucks in the middle, he only thought they were for pranks! He had seen a lot of unruly nobles and wandering knights in this kind of profligate behavior

, it's not surprising what tricks can be done.

But? Farmer?

What a joke!

If all the peasants in the world look like this, is there still a place for knights to show off their might? If the peasants of the whole world were like them, they would take the initiative and casually give the priest two pieces of bread and a bag of wine without waiting for intimidation and coercion...... Does he still need to run to Neustria to collect taxes for the Pope? Sit every day

Just wait in the Eternal City for the peasants to take the initiative to pay tribute!

However, the fat priest should not be joking about him, he knows his identity. Also, the bread that was delivered did not look like it had been put on the bark of a tree, and although it was not good, it did smell like wine.

The priest fell into deep contemplation.

Then, they met a third team.

No music floated over this time.

In its place was a song that was almost ten times louder than the one just now: "Hey, we workers have a lot of power!" ”