The ascetic left the diocese of Tournest day and night, but when he returned, he was very hesitant, he was calm in the rain and snow that made the roads muddy and difficult, and in good weather he was a little absent-minded in praying.

It took him twice as long to return to the parish of Tournest, he left on the eve of the Feast of the Epiphany, and when he returned, preparations were already being made for the feast of the Light.

In addition to the poor peasants who went to Tournest to work, many wealthy peasants and petty nobles joined the flock to Tournest, because they all wanted to seek the blessing of St. Aubrey before the spring sowing - the parish of Tournest in the past few years

The harvest was evident to all—and apparently he was more effective than their own saints.

On the way, he even met a team led by priests, who were from the Diocese of East Jee Klein, because their own bishop's consecrated pork was not as good as the Turnest version, and the people complained that eating their bishop's consecrated pork would cause diarrhea, burping, indigestion, and in addition, it had no cure, and was always not as good as Turnest. The people spontaneously organized people to go to the diocese of Turnest to bring them back to the diocese of Kaiguang for treatment, but the bishop had no choice but to let his men also engage in the business of trafficking the Tournest version of Kaiguang pork.

The ascetic was shocked by their actions, and he said that the success depended on the sincerity of the person in person to repent and donate to the church, how could it depend on a piece of pork?

"However, the people said that if they were given pork that did not work. They were going to gather with pitchforks to oppose the church's taxes. The priest with whom he spoke said with a sad face, "It is very difficult for our people there to get it." They lived with the northerners and were exposed to a lot of pagan customs. ”

"Doctrine should be preached with them. Rebuke them and make them know right from wrong. ”

"They are impatient to listen to this, they want to eat meat during Lent, they want to watch a play on a sacred religious holiday, they want the venerable bishop to talk to them like an old friend, they complain to each other, they refuse to follow the bishop's teachings, they always say something arrogant and unreasonable." And, when our bishops asked our nobles for help, the hands that were supposed to protect the church opened their mouths and said exactly the same thing—and they asked why they gave to the church no less than the nobles of Tournest, and did not harvest as much as Tournest! ”

It was a terrible thing for the nobles to also side with the heretics, because few of the people of this age were educated, and the reason why they kowtowed to the gods was usually because the nobles who ruled them commanded them to kowtow to the gods.

And what if they commanded their people to bow down to the devil who possessed Bishop Turnest?

The ending is unimaginable.

The ascetic foresaw the terrible and tragic end and how bad his cousin would become—he didn't want to think about it.

However. Next, reality slapped him in the face violently.

He was met by a group of monks from St. Perrick's Abbey, who, unlike the church servants of East Jerkrein whom the ascetics had met earlier, did not complain about the hardships of the common people and their resistance to taxes. They were all happy and happy, for they had at last bought permission from their bishop through the bishop's steward, to get rid of the bishop, who had been drunk all day long. Moved to the place of the pious Bishop of Turnest.

They sang hymns along the road to celebrate their escape from the darkness. Fleeing to the light, this song was originally composed for the pagans who broke away from the superstition of believing in polytheism. But everyone along the way who knew the devotional nature of their bishop to worship the god of wine knew what they were celebrating.

It was terrible - after the nobles, even the monks - to be deceived and seduced by his cousins.

The ascetic has to face up to the reality he doesn't want to imagine.

On the day he arrived in the city of Tournest, the weather was fine, and he had no excuse to stop on the road, he walked all the way to the cathedral of Tournest.

There were very few patients in the hospital that day, and the new nurses, escorted by Aunt Hansen, came to worship St. Aubrey en masse on this rare day of leisure, and when the ascetics arrived, they were invited by the Baroness to dress up - to suppress Francis, the knight who was going to make a recruitment advertisement on the upcoming Day of Light.

The knight's long hair was combed into a dozen or so pigtails, and according to the nurses' wishes, each braid had to be tied with a bow with a different color ribbon, a design that the baroness of the initiator couldn't bear to look at -- even if he didn't count his hair, he had been dressed up as a flower by layers of lace, or the colorful kind -- but Aunt Hansen would not stop lightly once she participated, and the group of women under her would be even more difficult to match--Luo Yi had sued Mrs. Hansen in order to prevent medical troubles, The nurses were chosen according to the standards of a psychiatric hospital, that is, they could knock down an adult with one hand and tie her up—and the result was that the Baroness was now up and powerless to stop them from poisoning the knights.

The bards and drummers who were singing for the queue at the festival laughed, ah, the sun was shining like gold! It was a golden day of leisure and joy, and everyone had a holiday with elementary school students to reunite like a happy one.

These people knew the ascetic, and remembered his quarrels with the bishop and his absence of farewell, and they were all cold to him, but it was not rude, because he was, after all, a relative of the bishop.

The ascetics watched them frolic silently, for the bishop had been invited by the abbess to attend to some of the backlog of chores, a place that no man could enter except the nun's relatives and the bishop—although, probably, it was probably because of the news that Aunt Hansen was coming, and that it was on the eve of a busy holiday that Aunt Hansen had forced a woman who could single-handedly take down the sick with one hand.

After a while, the knight could no longer stand the torture of the female generals, and shouted for the attendants to bring scissors to cut his hair. Because anyway, it's going to be wiped out by these innocent girls. Fortunately, his ancestors had accumulated a lot of merit in burning churches and killing monks, and at this moment the gods sensed. A few dark clouds drifted from the sky to obscure the sun, and then a cloudy wind blew.

"You don't have rain gear, do you? While the rain and snow are not falling, let's go back quickly, it's not too early. The baroness exclaimed, and the knight escaped.

After the chattering generals had departed under the leadership of the dreaded Aunt Hansen, the cloaked bishop returned to the church.

Then he saw the ascetics.

The ascetic seemed calm, and he told his cousin that he had been praying for peace in the wilderness during his disappearance, and was now able to face reality. They didn't have any deep hatred before, now that the cousin had corrected his posture. They quickly reconciled and had evening prayers together.

At dinner that day the bishop prepared honey water for his cousin in addition to bread and salt, which was food permitted by the Jeffrey Order, because it was a product of nature, obtained by their ancestors in the wilderness, and the ascetics silently accepted his kindness. After the meal, the others all retreated in recognition of each other, giving the two of them some time alone.

At first, it was as silent as a meal. Then the ascetic glanced at the bishop's hair and said, "Your hair has grown, how long has it been since you cut it?" ”

Then he looked around and said, "I'll cut it for you." I cut it for you once when I was a kid, do you remember? ”

Hearing this, the bishop laughed, "Yes. That time you cut my hair like a dog gnawed and lied to me that it was well cut. I don't have a mirror, I believe it. Ran to show her mom and scared her out! ”

"I'm doing a good job now, don't lie to you, when there was no barber, I cut the hair of my brothers in the church."

"Oh, I believe it." Talking about their common kinship, the bishop's mood relaxed a little, "It doesn't matter if you don't cut it well, as long as you don't cut it too short, I can wear the bishop's crown to cover it, that time you heard my mother's cry, thinking that my parents would find you trouble, hiding outside and not daring to go home, crying like something, in the end it was my father who came back to you, he said, our future little saint cried like a crybaby, you cried even more fiercely when you heard it, do you remember?" ”

"Hey, crow, don't say pig black, you urinated on my hand when you first came to my house, I don't need to ask you, I know you don't remember, where are the scissors?"

"Haha," the bishop smiled sheepishly, "I was only a full moon at the time, and you were only three years old at the time, so you remember it so well, and you haven't forgotten it until now." The scissors are in the cabinet over there, the second drawer. ”

The ascetic took out a large pair of scissors from the drawer according to his instructions, and continued to chat with him as he walked towards him, "I am just your dearest, how could I forget?" ”

"yes." The bishop sighed, "I am only one of your dearest relatives, the rest of my relatives have died in the plague, and the rest of them, they do not recognize me, and I do not recognize them—we are dear relatives, and we have grown up together, under one roof, and we are different from others. ”

"Yes, Aunt Margaret treats me like her own son. She herself was dressed as a nun, ate bread and drank water, but always taught me to eat eggs and fish with you, and to drink milk and wine. She personally scooped food for you and me from the same pot every time, and refused to let me be bullied by others because I was an orphan. Every time my uncle wanted to make you new clothes, she pestered him to make me the same one. ”

"That's right, I thought you were his own son, and I was the foster one." The bishop laughed, his beautiful eyes showing a lonely look because he remembered his deceased parents and his childhood that would never return, "You were older than me at that time, sensible, intelligent, and polite, unlike me who was naughty and mischievous, and the relatives of the elders liked you, praised you, and especially loved to do this in front of me, I really hated you at that time!" Sometimes I stomp my feet in anger, and then they laugh at me because of my childishness, and they make me so angry that they are so hateful - in the blink of an eye they are gone, the hateful and the hateful, they are gone. ”

"When I came back this time, I didn't even recognize it, the streets were full of strangers, and the old people were as rare as the old houses."

"Some houses were abandoned during the plague, and then the northerners invaded and burned some more, and I demolished those ruins and built hospitals and new markets, and you should have seen them this time."

"I've heard all of your initiatives overseas, and people say that you've greatly revitalized Turnest, and while other cities are declining and depressed due to population loss, Tournest is shining brighter than ever - except that it's not the Turnest I know and am familiar with. The streets we walked through in the old days are still there, but the houses on both sides of the streets have been renewed, the owners have been replaced, and the goods they bought and sold are also new. I was among them, like a stranger, who knew Turnest better than I did. ”

"Well, though, there are a lot of new local young people in Turnest - they're all in school or working, so you don't see them - and more people will come during the holidays."

"I heard people from other parishes are coming too?"

"Yes, not only from other dioceses, but also from other countries. They bring a lot of weird goods, and hey, many of them are something that people in their own country haven't seen before. Knights from their own countries also came here to participate in jousting tournaments, and those people were men worth seeing! They brought sharpened weapons to be used in jousting, and I taught them to change them to wood and lead. On the day of the competition, the road to the arena is always not easy! ”

"Sounds like an amazing event."

"There's a lot to see here, even if it's not a festival, you can't finish it in a month, you're my cousin, they'll leave you the best spot, I'll tell them to ......"

The ascetic's scissors sliced through the young bishop's hair, expertly cutting a strand that revealed the other's fair neck and the fragile carotid arteries that throbbed under his thin skin.

Hold the scissors tightly and stab them with the strength of a man, and the abyss of depravity and blasphemy will be filled in, no longer threatening Neustria, and his only dearest relative in the world will be spared the fate of being tortured and sin of the third degree.

Just aim at it and stab it......

As soon as qiē is over.

The wickedness, depravity, and blasphemy that pervades Turnest and stretches out many tentacles of sin to Newstria and even to the nations will come to an end.

Margaret in heaven, the mother of the child, will also be comforted. (To be continued......)