"You're slandering! That's impossible! ”

"Slander! How could it be! I respect him Cheng dù will never be less than you! ”

That night, after a heated quarrel, the priest refused the old hermit's hospitality, he prayed and kept vigil, stayed up all night, and the others repeatedly asked him to rest, but he sternly refused.

"Dear Brother Wolf," the old priest also tried to persuade him, "the hermit is a man whom the abbot also knows, and he is well-intentioned, and it is not necessarily true. ”

"No, honorable Brother Greg, what he said is nothing short of slander! I don't believe that the Church of Tournest allows meat to be eaten during Lent! Someone must be using his name! ”

"Brother Wolfe, your words are too intense."

"Do you think that the most honorable of the Church of the Lords is so flagrantly violating the canons?"

"No...... I certainly don't think ......"

"So, why do you think so? He is slandering a most honorable bishop, and how can I let that happen? ”

"Maybe there's a misunderstanding...... Wait, aren't we going to Turnest, and we'll be able to ask when the time comes. ”

By the next day, the young clergyman was still indignant, and he thought that the hermit had spoken drunkenly, and the old hermit would not take it back: "This is indeed the flesh that has been consecrated by the most venerable bishop of Tournest!" It was brought to me by the shipowner, whom you all know, and after eating the wine, my stomach was much better! So I've kept the rest here and prepared to be worshiped at the festival. ”

This statement, along with many of his other justifications, was considered by the clergy to be drunken and unjustifiable. Until they met the scheduled ship.

When the merchant ship appeared at sea with its white sails outstretched, everyone else breathed a sigh of relief.

The boat dropped anchor in the lake. Several crew members disembarked and went to the hermit's hut to fetch water for supplies.

When it was learned that several pilgrims were going on a pilgrimage to Tournest on their ship, the crew welcomed them. "St. Aubrey is worth worshipping!" They all said, "You can't go to Turnest better, where you will meet a miracle!" It was a blessed place, and our master's net worth had increased several times since he came to Turnest to do business with indigo, wool and pork! ”

When the pilgrims heard this, they were all fascinated, but the young priest had a gloomy face and said nothing.

The boat was parked in the lake. It seemed no bigger than the hermit's house, and the old clergyman had never been on a ship, and was worried about whether it would fit their group, and when they got on board, they realized that the ship was something that looked small, and that it was no smaller than a church or a chapel.

They were warmly welcomed by the shipowner, and after learning that they were on a pilgrimage, and seeing two priests among them. They were generously exempted from the fare.

"To Tournest? That's the time to go! The shipowner's face was filled with a smile, the kind of generous smile characteristic of a businessman who has made a fortune and made a fortune, "St. Aubrey is a blessing!" Two venerable priests, please do not be angry. I'm not saying that the saints in other places don't bless people, they also bless people, and the gods are above. But. St. Aubrey is especially kind to the sick and the merchants, and you go this time. Good luck is guaranteed. ”

Those who were ready to go to St. Aubrey to be freed from his illness rejoiced in the sight of this. This kind of thing is what everyone loves to hear. What's more, the heavy gold rim around the white porcelain amulet around the owner's neck gave this sentence a full real gold.

"Cunning!" This was the assessment given by the young clergyman to the shipowner, who felt that he must be a troublemaker, and the poor ignorant old hermit, who had been deceived by the cunning merchant, forced his anger down and did not attack on the spot, for it was the only ship that could take them to Tournest in the near future, and they had expected a long delay, but when they learned in the abbey that a ship to Tournest had just departed, they took the plunge and waited here.

After replenishing fresh water at the coastal anchorage, the ship pulls anchor and sets sail. The old priest opened his eyes curiously as he watched as the huge ship broke through the waves and made its way into the endless sea.

People who have lived on land all their lives may not imagine how vast the sea is, just as they cannot imagine that a ship that can hold so many people and goods will float like a leaf in the sea. Some old legends attribute shipwrecks to devils and water monsters, because people who have never been to sea can not imagine the power.

The wind and waves hug the ship as effortlessly as pushing a twig, and that's the advantage of water transportation. It is not like the land route, where transportation is limited by human and animal power, and the carrying capacity is limited. The disadvantage is that the speed is relatively slow, and the storm will lead to the destruction of the ship.

Europe had a unique advantage in maritime trade, because their civilization revolved around the Mediterranean, which was a large bathtub without tides, and was blessed with water transportation, which was particularly suitable for seafaring trade.

Nevertheless, the old priest soon fell seasick in the cabin, and the young priest was no better off than he was.

They prayed together that day to the gods, the Savior, and the saints, and they ate nothing but a little water, for it was in vain.

But by the next day things were much better, and they could walk to the deck on their own.

"We'll definitely get to Tournest before the Feast of the Epiphany." The ship's owner was talking to the two pilgrims, "There will definitely be a great ceremony in the city at that time, they have repelled the attack of the infidels, and they will definitely take this opportunity to celebrate, you will be eye-opening!" At that time, there will be magnificent music, dance, sports meetings, and knightly competitions! ”

"Oh, oh." The pilgrims marveled, and the young priest looked at them gloomily.

"I've heard that they repelled the infidel attack, is that true?" The old priest asked.

"Indeed, you can see there when you get there, the bodies of many heretics are still hanging there, but all the heads have been cut off - for they have colluded with the devil, and their heads have become pigs' heads!"

"Ah, is that true?" The old priest drew a cross.

"Really, it was just a hanging of corpses, but a timid woman unfortunately passed by, fainted at a glance, and had a miscarriage, so the bishop ordered the heads of those corpses to be cut off, so as not to frighten people."

"Ahh People painted crosses, and one man said, "Couldn't St. Aubrey stop these heretics from doing evil after death?" ”

"Uh—you know, the devils are cunning, and besides, that's their last struggle, and didn't the bishop punish them right away? Their bodies were full of arrowheads, like Mrs. Kuo's pins. ”

You are cunning, too, thought to the young priest, but this is your last struggle, and he looks up into the distance.

Although he knew that the famous silver dome of his hometown would be in his field of vision for several days. (To be continued......)