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After disembarking, this small pilgrimage procession, which had been put together on a makeshift basis, parted, because they had not come from the same place and had different purposes with each other, and the reason why they had formed a group was to guard against robbers on the road.

Now that they had reached the safety of the episcopal city, they naturally dispersed, some looking for inns and others going to the monastery.

Naturally, the two priests were going to the monastery, and the others were looking for inns where they could rest and store their luggage, but wherever they went, they walked as slowly as snails. They knew that Turnest had grown greatly since the change of a new bishop, but that the course of development had been beyond the expectations of each of them.

Even outside the city that had just been plundered, there were thriving open-air markets, where vendors, farmers, and fishermen peddled their wares to visitors and workers from all over the world, and even built a huge bread oven where bread was baked and sold. Everyone who passed by at this time saw them throw the whole pine tree into the furnace, because they had to bake so much bread that they could supply an army and sell it!

It was a thriving scene that existed in many other cities, but the talkative porters assured their employers that it was so lively every day, that they were loud and talkative, and that they did not bow their heads in front of their employers, as if they were equal to their esteemed employers.

"Bazaar? Hey, you didn't make it a week early, you couldn't even get through the gates! Don't want to find any inn! The church. Stadium, you have to get up in the middle of the night to queue up for a seat! ”

"In the middle of the night? Man. On St. Thomas's Day, I was queuing up at the church gate at dusk the day before. When I went, I thought I would be at least at the top of the list, but as a result, I was scared, and I didn't even make it to the top ten! Said the porter who carried the luggage for another priest.

"Brother, did you lie in front of these two venerable priests? That time you were praying with me in the square. ”

"How could I lie? I did go to the queue early that time, but, oops. There was a heretic, the old Jacob, who offered twenty silver coins to buy my place, so ......"

"Hey, brother, you've done a good business, but I don't believe that the heretics would come and buy the church place, earlier. Our late Queen Mother didn't let them into the church with the threat of beheading, and now she has found out their gods and begged us for a church location? ”

"Why not? His grandson has been converted, look at me. He is also standing in front of the fight for refuge! The porter from before said confidently. When the young priest heard this, he looked in his face, and then lowered his head again.

"I just don't believe it." Said the second porter.

"What? Do you doubt the power of the preaching of our most venerable bishop? ”

"I don't doubt it. But those who believe in pagan religions are always not convinced, and perhaps they see that they cannot corrupt our most honorable bishop with money, as they did before. What other intrigues are you thinking? ”

The young priest's eyelids jumped when he heard this. But he didn't say anything, his brow furrowed deeply.

At this time, they walked into the city, and those who had previously delusionally hoped that the crowding would be reduced after entering the city completely gave up hope at this time, because the level of crowding in the city was simply not the same as that outside the city. All the people even had to lean to the right and follow the crowd, otherwise they would most likely be swept away by the surging crowd in the next minute.

This slow progress doesn't make travelers angry, because there is so much to see on the roadside!

On the side of the road were tall and neat wooden houses, covered with fired tiles not of wood, and the doorways were painted with images of St. Aubrey, St. Sina or other saints. Along the street are beautifully decorated and ornately decorated shops, and they hang their goods outside the door as signs, and some even invite jugglers to perform at the door. Because Tournest had an endless supply of customers all day long, anyone could solicit as many customers as he pleased, and here, the monopoly was almost abolished, and the thriving shop could employ six or eight men, but the quality of the goods was still guaranteed, and everyone knew that the bishop was very kind to the merchants, but he never forgave those who ruined the reputation of Tournest's business.

People from abroad looked at this scene of Turneste in amazement, and some of the shops were so rich that one would think that this was the palace of a king or a bishop without looking closely—the whole house was made of red bricks, covered with fired bricks, with a red brick chimney on the roof, and a hyacinth made of tin sheets, and the windows were glass, and behind the glass were shelves with all kinds of goods, which one could see clearly from the outside.

The largest number of customers are the food and beverage shops, which sell a variety of dumplings, noodles, honey bread and mead, and the smell of food and drink fills the entire street, and everyone passing by can't help but open their wallets.

Seeing the guy in the shop selling the roast piglets selling them that they were consecrated and could be eaten not only during Lent, but also during prayer and repentance, the young priest couldn't help but equate in his heart this foaming fellow with the devil who lured people to hell......

There are actually a few people dressed as priests waiting there for the roast piglets to be baked!

He turned his head in indignation, could he be more depraved? He looked sadly at the city he thought he was very familiar with, the narrow streets and the occasional glimpse of the dark and deep alleys behind the streets, which corroborated his memory, but the rest of the city was completely like two cities!

Money and valuable goods flow everywhere, and people can imagine and unthink, there is simply everything here. There are more than twice as many women in the streets as elsewhere, wearing brightly coloured turbans, necklaces strung with shells and wood carvings around their necks, and even silver jewellery that children can barely see (because they are either sent to school or turned into a small part in a subcontracted chain), and it is no wonder that shipowners and pilgrims talk about it as a fabled bounty of the Oriental shrine.

But the traces of depravity and blasphemy were so pervasive that it was impossible for him to turn his head away and not see it.

Here, in the consecrated roast piglets, which are "not only to be eaten during Lent, but also at the time of penance and fasting," a group of people are talking loudly about the interest rate on borrowed money, and they all have icons around their necks, and they are not at all disguised as infidels, and everyone is eager to show off their wealth, eat and drink, and they keep saying the names of the saints in their mouths, and they are doing things that the saints will not allow.

Finally they arrived at the entrance of the cathedral, which was lit up everywhere, apparently preparing for the upcoming festival.

Because of the renovation of the church, many of the municipal officials moved their offices to the square, and the porter told them that the longest of the queue was to submit petitions and appointments to the bishop, who was now very busy and could not speak to him without making an appointment with the municipal staff in advance.

Hearing this, the young priest went to the front of the line and plunged straight between the first man and the clerk.

His action provoked a roar of displeasure, and several people raised their fists, but when he spoke, they fell silent.

"I want to see him because I'm his cousin." After he finished saying this, I was afraid that those people would not understand, and added: "I am his last relative in this world." (To be continued......)