A traveler who had accompanied the devout ascetic cousin of the Archbishop of Neustria to Turnest would have been astonished to recognise it when he returned to the place where they had taken the boat—a desolate place where a shepherd might not have been encountered in a day by pirate raids, and the sand dunes of low heather could only be seen as far as the eye could see—but now a thriving town had risen on the shores of the lake of the old hermit.

A modest road, which leads from the lakeside pier to the newly built chapel at the end, is lined with inns, blacksmiths, inns, and other buildings, and the astonishing number of fifty can be counted at will, and a cacophony of noises can be heard everywhere, the sound of bargaining, the rattling of hammers, the impatient neighing of horses, the crackling of wood in the bread oven, the clinking of glasses and prayers of drinkers...... All in all, it is made up of the breath of life, and it belongs only to the chorus of "prosperity", and anyone who knows the miserable scene of Zgokh's past will understand how hard-won it is.

Therefore, when the Neustrian navy arrived, they were received of the highest standard, and it was completely from the heart, even though they had no nominal alliance or other affiliation with the place. Some of the most prominent people in Zgoch (several powerful mill owners, two of the wealthiest local merchants, municipal magistrates and clergymen) came forward to organize a reception to entertain the Neustrian side and promised to help them in any way they could.

At the end of the reception, they received an invitation as usual. A few days later, they went back to the ship of the Neustria navy, but when they got to the side of the ship. They all waited there obediently.

For the Count of Berto and his wife had heard the news and had also come to visit the Neustrians.

Countess Berto looked curiously at the captain's room, her knowledge of sea ships was almost nil. Thus the appearance of the flagship did not impress her as much as the captain's quarters, which were specially designed to meet the needs of distinguished guests, so they were decorated in extraordinary style, as in the days of great warships, and sought to form a psychological deterrent to visitors.

The walls of the spacious captain's room were covered with emerald green silk, painted with gold powder, exotic flowers, exotic animals, and a thick carpet on the floor, "all of which are the products of our Neustria," Adair seized the opportunity to tell them, when he used to be pirates. I have been engaged in the trading of stolen goods, not a person who can only dance swords and swords, and now he has changed careers, but when the navy and business are not in conflict at this stage, after receiving the allowance and getting the promise of dividends, he will send some patches for Her Majesty the Queen, oh, the ship advertisement is still quite enthusiastic.

"Oh." The countess's eyes widened, and she looked at the special luster of silk fabrics in the sunlight shining in from the small round window, "I thought this material was only found in the Eternal City." ”

"It used to be like that," Adair smiled at her. "Now, blessed by the gods, I'm sure you've heard about the Pope's visit to Neustria......"

"Is this true? I always thought ......"

"Why?"

"I thought it was ...... The venerable Abbot of Mundeita once said this to me. It was a trivial rumor, and His Majesty the Pope did not leave the Eternal City. Teach me not to believe. She hesitated, for the venerable abbot had also admonished her. She had been convinced that the Neustrian wealth came from the devil, and for a time refused to trade with the Neustrians, but in the luxurious new captain's quarters of the Neustrians, she looked around, whether it was the silk on the walls, the gilded silver lampstands, the tables and chairs of the heartwood, and the colorful porcelain plates on the tables, all of which made her feel that her castle was no different from a dungeon, except that it was tall and airy.

"Ah, it's a sad thing that such a venerable figure as him should be deceived by the rumors of the hypocrites," Adair said with a lie to lie, pretending to be pious that even an ascetic would sigh to himself, "I hope to have time to visit the most venerable abbot and solve this misunderstanding for myself, and ask you two to bring him a letter......"

"That's impossible." Count Berto muttered quietly.

"How?" Adair was surprised and asked, "How did he misunderstand us about this?" Sadly, I must make time to visit ......."

"You can't visit him anymore," sighed Count Berto, "just last week a gang of murderers who claimed to be the Jeffrey Order broke into the monastery of Mundeita in the light of day, and uttered many ridiculous words in full view of the public, scourged him in public, stripped him of his robes, and threw him into the rapids...... Now, the monks are still hiring fishermen to recover his body......"

"Oops!" When the tragedy was brought up again, the Countess still winced, "Don't mention that terrible thing again!" ”

"When our men arrived, the group of murderers had already fled, what a lawlessness!"

"What a lawlessness!" Adair also sighed with Count Berto, "If we had been here at that time, we would not have allowed those people to do such a thing to a venerable abbot!" Then he turned his head and comforted the countess again, "Now you can rest assured that we have captured many murderous bandits who were rude to the church, and have dealt a blow to the infidels again and again......

"But those men are not infidels," said Count Berto, worriedly, for it was for this reason that he came, "and there are men who wear the black robes of monks, and who do blasphemous things worse than infidels, and you will certainly not turn a blind eye to such things, Commander?" He looked hopefully at the blonde former pagan pirates, counting on his protection, for he knew that Geoffrey would be in a different state of his life in the Eternal City, and that he would be very favored in the Eternal City, and that he would appeal to the Archbishop of Ontoler, lest he would not be able to restrain them!

"It is natural, and the shepherd chief of Neustria, will not allow the shepherd dogs to behave like wolves, and if I find any trace of them, I will bring them to justice, just as we have caught the lawless people who burned and plundered churches and monasteries." Adair, who could not remember how many churches and monasteries he had burned and looted in his life, spoke in a manner of solemnity that he had learned from the Archbishop of Neustria, and he almost swore an oath.

"Oooh, that's great." Count Berto nodded gratefully, the fact that the abbot of Mondeta, whom he trusted very much, was actually murdered in his own monastery really frightened him, it is true that in addition to reciting prayers, he also robbed men and women, forged documents, and did not look like a clergyman, but he was an abbot! And also his wife's uncle! Whether it is from his origin, from his bloodline, or from the love of doing bad things together, he has a sense of sadness for this matter - those young Zhuang factions of the Jeffrey Society are not like in the past, they only call for people to do penance, but they start to force people to do penance! And it wasn't just like the Savior who smashed the stalls of the traders in the temple open to the public, it smashed into the high priest's inner chamber and dragged the high priest into the street to be executed!

How could this not make him sleep badly!

The venerable abbot had done him a great deal of indecent favor in the past, and from the blasphemous words uttered by the Geoffrey monks, it was clear that it was his turn next!

It is no wonder that as soon as he heard about the visit of the Neustrian fleet, he immediately set out to visit!

For he knew that no one could shelter him from God's judgment except these Neustrian heresies of the devil!

"Hey, hey." Seeing off the Count Berto, who had signed many trade treaties and thanked him for their kindness, Adair laughed softly - it seems that the Neustria's external intelligence services are not doing a bad job, such a stubborn nail against Neustria has been pulled out in this way, and the suspicion of the murderer has fallen on the heads of the Eternal City and the Geoffrey Society, as for whether it is the archbishop's man or the chief of staff, he Adair can't control it, he only knows, what did these two departments say to the queen's majesty? Mossad? Moed? In the same way, the young friars who are adept at disguising themselves in the guise of their opponents, and who act out of devotion to the Eternal City, will never know that they are cleaning up not only the scum of the Church, but also the enemies of Neustria, and whether the man who opened the doors of the monastery for these reckless monks in the early morning light and directed them to the abbot's bedroom received instructions and gold coins from some wealthy Zgauch merchant who had already secretly converted his faith and was loyal to the Archbishop of Neustria; He will probably never know if it is some subordinate of the Chief of Staff who disguises himself as an old Jacob's chamber of commerce to preach to those powerful men in the Eternal City, how easy it is to fight dissidents with simple-minded people, and to give expensive gifts to buy pardons.

He didn't have to know.

He just knew that because he was now working for Neustria, his logistics were secured, and there were countless intelligence agents in front of him who were clearing the fog of the map for him and clearing and pulling out the nails, and that was enough. (To be continued......)

PS: 1. I wrote Caesar to fight pirates by impression, and some reader Yang Shaofan pointed out that it should be Pompey, so I would like to note it here

2. Originally, it was not divided into volumes to facilitate the preservation of readers, but now it is said that changing the volume will interfere with the wireless network, I don't know if this is the case......

3. We're going to start handing out bento boxes later, readers get ready