"What a sign!" When the owner of the ship saw the silver dome of Tournest Cathedral, a flock of white seabirds chirped past the ship.

He did have reason to say so, the wind was good, and he didn't encounter terrible heretics along the way, it was really a smooth journey. The weather was so good that the passengers on board could see the fishing boats working out of the sea, with the occasional boat raising its flag to tell other nearby boats that it had gone on a good luck and had caught a full net.

There are also two fishing boats that do not cast nets but catch ropes hanging around the side of the boats, which they use to catch fish that are not easy to catch with ordinary fishing nets – delicious eels, octopus, squid and lobsters.

There are also people on the coast who are busy reaping the bounty of the sea, and women carry baskets on their backs to dig shellfish in the mudflats at low tide, catch crabs and fish and shrimp that have not had time to return to the sea with the tide.

Occasionally, one of these lucky people will find the real treasure: amber.

The golden gem was a treasure that sank into the sea along with the ancient forest, and the waves of the sea generously carried it back to shore from the bottom of the sea.

However, in the minds of pilgrims, only the sacred Tourneste can be regarded as a treasure from the sea. They just swept past the busy fishermen and sea-catchers, and only craned their necks to see the sacred city, their destination, as soon as possible.

These strangers are so excited, not to mention the wanderer who is far from his homeland.

Ever since he saw the familiar silver dome, he had forgotten the cunning of the captain, the enlightened pork, and the saints, and now all he thought about was the city that often appeared in his dreams. The narrow streets he walked through as a child, and his mother took him to the round well where he fetched water. The mother carried two jugs, and he held one. He followed his mother's skirt to the cathedral with the jar of offerings in his arms, and he remembered the first time he walked into the dark basilica and saw the glorious altar, thinking that it was the paradise that his parents used to talk about. The vague face of his neighbor, whom he had thought he could not remember, suddenly became clear again, and when the boat entered the Arrow River, he seemed to smell the smell of the rattan shop at the mouth of the alley from his childhood.

The shop sold everything from straw hats to rattan chairs, and the children in the alley would stand in front of the shop for hours. See how the craftsmen in the shop turn the long branches of plants into utensils. There was a strange smell in the shop, the smell of the sun from dried rush grass.

Sometimes, a more pleasant smell will permeate, and that is the smell of the bread shop next door.

He remembered the rings and braided bread that the shop sold sprinkled with crushed nuts.

The boat shook for a moment, and he awoke from the smell of bread, and saw that on both sides of the bank were fields of intensive cultivation and greenery, and that occasionally a flock of sheep seemed to be like white clouds as they walked through the fields, driven by the shepherdess. He was a little confused. For it was evident that there were people grazing, but the field was neater than any of the crops he had ever seen, even those belonging to the monastery, and he did not think it was pasture.

The other pilgrims next to him were already exclaiming: "Is this a place that has just been looted and burned by the infidels?" Not at all! "They are all people who have only recently witnessed the depravity in the Zgoh area. Now seeing that it is so prosperous, with a large population, the land is cultivated. It's incredible in comparison.

"It's all under the protection of St. Aubrey!" "They have done no less damage here than anywhere else," said the shipowner, smugly. But the bishop did not hesitate to rebuild the place after repelling them. ”

The boat sailed into the Teng River amid the admiration of the crowd. Docked at the pier in Tournest.

When they dropped the rope, someone on the pier took the rope and tied it to the post of the pier. When the boat was parked, two men dressed as municipal clerks climbed onto the ship with a roll of paper.

One by one they registered the names of each person on board, their origins, and the purpose of their visit to Turnest, and whether they had brought any goods, livestock, and servants.

"What's wrong?" The owner of the ship looked a little surprised, as if nothing like this had happened in the past.

The clerk explained to him that the festival is approaching, there are many pilgrims, and the city is safe due to the hostel arrangement, event venues, catering supply, hygiene and epidemic prevention...... And so on, they need to pre-register people so that they can prepare early.

Although this behavior came suddenly, it was not harsh to just make a registration, so they all registered one by one.

After registration, the clerks handed them cards, and each of them received a card with a bunch of different symbols drawn on it.

"What is this?"

"Your identification card," said the clerk, "must be shown when you stay at the hotel and when you buy bread, so please be sure to bring it with you." ”

So everyone was convinced to put the card close to their bodies.

The young priest examined the card with strange symbols with a suspicious gaze, and instead of carrying it on his body, he placed it in the suitcase he had brought with him.

However, everyone else found this registration convenient, because when they disembarked from the boat with the dangling gangplank, there was a group of porters who carried their luggage for them without being greeted, presumably because the clerk had reported to them in advance the results of the statistics, and the number of porters who came to the ship was just enough to carry all their luggage.

There is also a boat parked next to it, and a group of equipment similar to the construction of a church is lifting the stone from the ship, this is a primitive crane, the main part is a lifting rod, the head of the pole is a fixed pulley, and the other end is a hamster wheel-like treadmill, workers pedal the treadmill, lifting the stone from the boat to the shore.

The man who had never been to the sea, nor had he seen such a large building as a church, was as amazed as the Baroness who had seen such an apparatus in the first place, and they gazed curiously for a moment.

The young clergyman noticed another direction, "What's that?" ”

His porter told him that it was a newly laid track.

Faced with the threat of the enemy, in order to be able to complete the city wall, a wooden track was built from the dock to the construction site to transport the stone used to build the wall - it may not seem particularly strange, but it is not as complicated as a crane. Anyone other than the priest didn't even notice that there was a track on the ground, and they looked twice, quickly turning their attention elsewhere. (To be continued......)