Little Louis, who was far away in a foreign country, also didn't have much heart to eat, although he had left his homeland shrouded in the shadow of the devil's mother, and came to the bright paradise he once thought, but after a short time, he found that in a foreign country, his mother's shadow still existed, and the worse thing was that it was even taller and more brilliant than he originally thought......

It is not that everyone who comes to the village of the Finbetau Abbey will be treated, but Louis and Miraj have the faces of being well-fed and clothed since childhood, and they look like high-class people, and they wear tattered but still very fine clothes, so the villagers did not treat them as thieves or expelled them as vagabonds, but the "treat" that the villagers could give was some porridge and milk in wooden bowls, which was less than the amount given to them by the farmer Godek, and worse, when they ate, He always talks about the "true gods" of Neustria.

"If only we could belong to the true God under the leadership of the abbot, I heard from the merchants, where the milk and honey flowed like rivers, and then we could eat honey milk pancakes every day." The middle-aged farmer, who was the first to stand up and interrogate Louis and the others just now, said that it seemed that he was a knowledgeable person in the village, and his son was noisily imagining the future situation, "I want to eat yogurt with porridge every day!" No! Make porridge with yogurt! ”

"There will be a day, said the abbot, and we will rise here like Zgoh," the others were also concerned about a bright future, "and the merchants of all countries and worshippers of the true God will come here, and the time comes." We're developed, I heard. Zgoh could sell even a handful of grass and a bucket of water for money, because merchants from all over the world went there to buy Neustrian goods. Pilgrims go there to take boats, and we are closer to Newstria than Zgoch, where we were a city in ancient times, and it was much more prosperous than Zgoch! ”

"At that time, we will be able to be citizens, we don't have to be busy in the fields, we can also have our own shops, maybe we can redeem ourselves, and our descendants can marry nobles!"

Miraj's face bulged with anger. Because every time he wanted to tell the daydreaming villagers that the real god was not in Neustria, and when Neustria was a false god, Louis had to step on him, and before the meal was finished, he had already been trampled three times, and he glared at Louis fiercely, but Louis gave him another kick without fear, so that when the meal was finished. The ten toes of his two feet were burning pain, and he hadn't had time to tell the villagers what the truth was.

"Why are you standing in the way that I won't let me tell them the truth?" As they lay down on the haystacks that the peasants had pointed out to them, Miraj asked angrily, "We are obligated to tell them what the real God is!" ”

"Come on! I don't care what your scripture says. I had to eat dinner, and I didn't want to sleep in the bushes after dinner. Louis, who had a temper tantrum in the eldest young master, retorted, "Now you go and preach the path of truth to the villagers." It's just that I'm not going with you, and I'm going to sleep under the roof tonight. The people here have believed in your fallacy for a thousand years. Can't the truth wait a few more days? If it can't wait, it will do it on its own. I have to eat, I have to sleep, and I don't want it. He had been tired for two days, so after saying these rebellious words that had been cultivated by the Great Demon King of Neustria, he quickly snored like thunder.

In the darkness, Miraj's eyes sparkled like those of wild beasts, and he clenched his fists, and gestured to the thickness of the necks and arms of his companions he had seen during the day, and considered the likelihood of executing the apostate, and finally put down his fists in reluctance and rage, and fell asleep in the haystack.

The next day, the villagers who had brought firewood and grass to the monastery sent them to the monastery of Finbetau, where they did not see the abbot himself, who had gone out on business, but in the reception room of the monastery they all saw traces of Neustria - a hanging portrait of St. Aubrey, a wine leather bag with Brad's coat of arms on the cabinet, and a fabric with a Protestant sword and plough crossed around the olive branch...... This time, Miraj did not squeak, and Louis was very satisfied with it, and after two days of not eating well or sleeping well, he was tired of running away from home, and thought of going back to his mother's smoky chimney, where there was no concern, but there were warm, comfortable beds, soft and delicious honey cakes, and other earthly pleasures full of devilish allures. And he could already predict that even the Promised Land of Truth would not necessarily have the things that Miraj had promised, and besides, if it did, what did he really lack in Neustria? In order to reach the so-called Promised Land, he must first live a hard life that he had never thought of before!

Needless to say, even in this monastery, all they could get was hard bread on a wooden plate, and it was impossible to swallow without soaking in milk, when had he ever suffered so much? He ran away from home just to gamble with his mother, and now he found that his companion was misbehaving, and his mother was not as useless as he used to think, and regret naturally came to his heart.

"When the dean returns, I will identify myself and tell him that I am not some pilgrim who has been inspired to go to the Holy Land of the East, but the prince of Neustria, and ask me to send me home." In the face of poor food, Louie had no intention of eating but planned like this, he didn't tell Mirai about his plan, he didn't like to think in the past, and Mirai said that he was very good at him, so he didn't listen to his mother and others and only listened to Miray, and now he also didn't like to think, but he already knew that Mirai was not a good person, and the "road" that Mirai said made him suffer enough, so he was naturally ready to part ways with Miray.

He didn't say it, but Mirai guessed a little, "Damn! This kind of heretic origin is unreliable! It's only been a few days since I'm going to betray the truth, oh, if I don't cut off his head with my own hands in Karaman! It is said that such a betrayal of the truth is unforgivable, they are only a dead end, and no matter how much they ask for forgiveness, they will not be forgiven—how can I coax him to Karaman, and then slowly cut off the head of this apostate with a knife as an example? ”

Two children who had already turned away from their faith ate silently on a plate, each with their own plans, and neither of them paid attention to the meal.

"Grandpa."

Old Jacob did not reply, but neither did he refute the title, although many years ago he had disowned his grandson in public in the synagogue, but his back was getting hunched and the smaller numbers were not very clear now, "I want to apply, uh, for state grants." ”

"Okay, which category would you like to apply for?" Is it a subsidy for the development of new technologies in agriculture or a subsidy for new technologies in the transportation industry? ”

"Neither, it's me who wants to apply for a salary subsidy for my private cook, doctor, nurse, and other servants!"

"What?" Tim's mouth is grinning, which is too ...... Who doesn't know that old Jacob was one of the richest men in Neustria, and that he was going to pay for the servants and personal doctors and nurses he hired? Although old Jacob has always loved money, he can't love money like this! I hired servants to serve myself and asked the state to pay for it, which ...... How does this work? Tim snorted, ready to tell his grandfather tactfully, it wasn't going to work.

"Pong!" Old Jacob slammed the ground with the cane in his hand, "Why not?" Didn't the housewives who blocked the door of my workshop say that they have taken care of the men and therefore have made outstanding and outstanding contributions, and that the state must collect my taxes and subsidize them? Have not my cooks, my doctors, my nurses, and my servants been devoted to me all day long? Am I not a man? Since they have all spent a lot of time taking care of me as a man, the state should also collect taxes from these women to subsidize the outstanding contributions of my cooks, doctors, servants, etc. ”

“…… Haha," Tim couldn't help but laugh, "I know Grandpa, I'll send someone to tell them that this won't work, and in the case of the other party's non-disability, only the person being taken care of is obliged to pay, otherwise I'll have to collect money from them on behalf of my servants and orderlies - I'm a man, haha." ”

A happy smile spread across his face, and the stiff atmosphere between the two was swept away. (To be continued......)