"Bring the wine!"

After the blessing ceremony, the merchant Karl returned to his mansion and said this first sentence, and then, seeing the servant's movements, he corrected it again, "Instead of taking the wine that usually entertains guests, you fool, take the wine from 'that' keg!" ”

Hearing the command, the servant changed direction, lifted the lid that led to the basement, and went into the basement with a flask made of glass and silver. There were dozens of barrels in the basement, and many shelves for cheese and meat, but the servant did not look at them, and went straight to the deepest point, where there were two dusty oak barrels, one of which had been perforated and plugged with a stopper. The servant carefully brushed the dust and cobwebs off the stopper, pulled it out, poured out a jug of wine, and then stuffed the stopper back into its place.

When the servant returned with wine, the cook was already busy, and she did what her master commanded, and she broke the neck of a hen, plucked it, filled its belly with apples and thyme, and put the hen on an iron fork and roasted it, and took out the eggs and sausages from the cupboard, and the iron pot in which she made the pies.

It seemed that the master was in a good mood, and the servant thought, and brought the flask and cup to the master.

Carl's wife, the mistress of this mansion, thought the same thing, and the wrinkles on her face widened a little, "What? She asked cautiously, her eyes shining with hope.

This cautious gesture was a sign of her prudence, and in the last few years the city had been prosperous in all trades, but not her husband, Karl, had a monopoly on the wool trade in Tournest, and he was the only one in the city who had the privilege of trading wool with foreign traders. Every year during the wool harvest season, he signed contracts with dozens of monasteries and noble landowners in Tournest and even in other nearby dioceses. Buy their wool and sell it to St. Ommel's merchants who came to buy it.

As long as he has a monopoly license granted by the bishop. It's simply a lay-and-make business.

Shearing and baling wool was not his business, nor did he comb and refine the wool - he did not have to touch a single wool or do any processing of it, though he did the wool trade--he had to send the wool to the merchant house of the people of St. Omere!

However, the bishop was replaced.

Once the new bishop had gained a foothold, he revoked Karl's wool monopoly charter.

After that, Carl was depressed, and he saw that his business was no longer prosperous, and many of the small traders he had refused to look at with his chin. Now I'm talking to the merchants of St. Omer about buying and selling! Moreover, they would give gifts to the monastery, and they would sort the wool into grades and comb it so well - Karl could neither receive the wool nor sell his stock!

His mansion was no longer full of guests, and when he went to church during the holidays, he was no longer greeted with the same courtesy as he had in the past.

Not even the beggars who prayed to him for mercy were gone!

They have now found errands in the church that the new bishop is over, and they no longer beg!

Everyone is high-spirited, only Karl, a big businessman who used to be beautiful. Although he still wears golden robes and jade robes and carries a group of servants, he walks on the street as if he is walking in a forgotten corner. His past friends, his past buyers and sellers. Now they all turn a blind eye to him - they all know that he has fallen out of favor with the new bishop.

The smile disappeared from the faces of Carl's wife and children, who were now afraid of him, because a frustrated man in the business usually didn't have a good attitude towards his family.

However, after attending the blessing ceremony today. Karl showed a rare joy.

Did he repair his relationship with the bishop? His wife guessed that it would be great if that were the case! In the past. He would only take the wine from that keg when it was particularly worthy of celebration, because it was a fine wine that had been transported thousands of miles away. He bought it from the Bahaharans with a great deal of money.

Silly, Karl thought, but he wasn't going to tell his wife the truth—he was rejoicing and rejoicing at the new bishop's self-defeating death!

Yes, the new bishop is killing himself, he is sure of this, the abolition of the package system has already upset many people, and now he has to deal with the intricate bandits of the diocese of Tournest, and he wants to bulldoze them all - how impatient he is! Does he know what kind of forces he is prepared to deal with? Even if a king offends so many people at the same time, he will inevitably be poked into the abdomen with a spear!

The hen hadn't been roasted yet, and Carl couldn't wait to pour himself a drink, and he was so happy today!

He squinted and giggled, causing his wife to see that her heart was pounding.

"I never imagined that one day I would be so naïve, stupid and naïve as to claim to settle many things that kings and bishops could not settle with." In the church, not far from the palatial mansion of the former big buyer, the bishop smiled softly to himself, he did stupid and childish things, but he did not regret it - yes, he did not regret it! For faith—not the one that kneels at the feet of some powerful being—and prays for mercy from the other,—but a very different kind of faith—which should be called one—has enriched his heart, given him courage that he had never had before, and ......

He saw in the devil's eyes a look of approval.

"What you're going to do is something extremely difficult, extremely dangerous, and the chances of success are very slim." Luo Yi said, her eyes raised to stare at the dark dome of the church, as she remembered her hometown and the history of her homeland, "You face a large number of enemies, powerful and unscrupulous, good at reversing black and white, making up lies, threatening and intimidating, and even ...... They don't care about killing. ”

The two of them looked at each other, and they both thought of the unsuccessful assassination.

"And the people are weak, ignorant and cowardly. They are unarmed, they have no generational rule, and they are accustomed to succumbing to brutality and taking it for granted...... Even, if you succeed, they will glorify the nostalgia for the old days because of a little unpleasantness of reality. ”

"Yes." The bishop kept his smile open, "But I didn't do it to be a saint in their hearts. ”

He raised his head, "I decided to do this for the sake of the unfortunate people, those who can no longer glorify the nostalgia for the past. ”

The devil was silent, she did not reprimand the other party for being incompetent, as the bishop thought, because as a traverser, she knew that someone had decided, under even more unfavorable circumstances, that they wanted to eliminate civil strife, defeat the warlords of all stripes who were heavily armed and armed with tens to hundreds of thousands, achieve peace in the country, and drive out the great powers that relied on strong ships and cannons to run rampant on the land of the motherland...... At that time, there were less than two hundred of these people, to be precise, one hundred and ninety-five, and among them, none of them were traversers, nor did they have any black technology.

The path of the idealists is full of hardships, hardships, dangers and betrayals, naivety and naivety, tortuous and long, full of senseless sacrifices, and yet miracles are always born in their actions.

Luo Yi was not an adventurous person, she had no interest in looting, and she had always been more willing to rely on business - farming, opening workshops, and doing business...... Well, there are also buying officials - to improve their own living standards and those of others.

She built a lot of weapons, trained a lot of people, and spent a lot of money, but she didn't think about relying on the army to make a profit.

What she wants is to protect herself, to protect the fruits of her labor.

However, in Newsteria, where she is located, this king is not autocratic and dictatorial (he can't even be autocratic and dictatorial), ancestral nobles, hereditary knights are everywhere, the church business is prosperous, everyone has a high faith, and it is more difficult to live in peace and stability than to ascend to heaven!

There are no warlords fighting here, there are hundreds of nobles who are not affiliated with each other and kill each other.

There are no great powers who rely on strong ships and guns to divide the country, here are the northerners who forcibly divide the territory, here are the northerners who come to grab a handful when they are sad in winter, and here are the Lackadians who kill like pigs and set fire to plunder everything in the name of truth.

There is no ya-piece here, there is a spiritual ya-piece - the church.

The country is set in the Middle Ages, but how similar it is to the history of her home country at the beginning of the last century!

Therefore, after hearing the bishop's speech to those nobles and robbers, she expressed her support - she knew that the road ahead was uneven, full of thorns, full of dangers, the road of blood and fire, and with Luo Yi's understanding of history, even if they finally reached the end despite all the difficulties and dangers, they would not be greeted by flowers and applause, but more likely to complain - complaining about why they didn't stay where they were and lived a life of eating and drinking!

Why drag them forward!

Why not let them live a good life that has been the same for generations!

Why don't you let them be comfortable not thinking and being slaves, but make them their own masters and worry about themselves?

But, as the bishop said, they did not choose this path for the sake of these people to glorify and cherish their nostalgia, they took this path so that these people could live to glorify and miss the past. Therefore, she chose to support him instead of living a peach blossom life in Brad Territory, and even, she would go further.

When the two men decided to embark on this dangerous path, in the distant Countdom of Fisher, the Countess of Fisher was blushing as she looked at the villain she had had hoped for, but was escorted back. (To be continued......)