It was getting late, and the moon was sparse.

Basilica of the Holy Sepulchre.

Lothar followed Archbishop William to a prayer room.

From the right-hand side of here, you can embark on the Way of the Cross, which is the path of Jesus' crucifixion on the mountain.

Near the towering archetypal dome, a narrow window casts a faint starlight that happens to shine in the prayer room with the image of Jesus.

White candles illuminate the room, which has been mottled with the passage of time.

The Cathedral of the Holy Sepulchre has undergone many times of damage and renovation in its history, and it inevitably has a strong Eastern Empire style.

Just like the name Jörügrusburg, it is a remnant of the reign of the Eastern Empire.

Looking at Prajna, who wore a veil and only showed his eyes, but still couldn't hide his beauty, Archbishop William looked embarrassed and whispered in Lothar's ear:

"Lord Earl, you are the first man to bring a female scroll here for the night and keep the precepts, please remember that this is the tomb of the Holy Son, a sacred place!"

Lothar understood what he was thinking, and smiled, "Rest assured, I am a devout believer, and I will never come to this holy place."

Moreover, this lady was not my mistress, but my personal bodyguard, and many knights who had fought alongside her called her 'Iron Knight'. ”

"You can ask any knight who took part in the Battle of Caleborg to verify this."

Archbishop William showed a sudden expression: "It seems that I have misunderstood." But it's still a strange thing to bring a personal guard to the church to keep the precepts. ”

Lothar quipped, "After all, I don't have much confidence in the security of the Basilica of the Holy Sepulchre. ”

William was speechless.

He knew that Lothar was referring to the theft of the "holy relics".

During this time, he was not less anxious because of this.

On the one hand, the "miracles" and "holy relics" have been reported to the Pope City, and on the other hand, there are many people who are now competing with him for the position of patriarch of Jerusalem.

He made such a big omission, and he didn't dare to speak out, so he had to cover up the matter.

Werewolf corpses were also replaced by wild wolf corpses that were collected at a high price.

Someone saw that something was wrong, and he claimed that it was the werewolf's corpse that had shrunk during tanning.

In short, this matter was just fooled by him.

Lothar never saw the clerk of Archbishop William again after that day.

He was sure that if he was only a small character, he would probably be secretly disposed of by the archbishop.

"Tomorrow morning, I will make a Holy Mass for you, and then I will prepare unleavened bread for you as a communion. Before that, you need to fast for one night. ”

Under normal circumstances, fasting lasts for one day and one night, and Archbishop William was clearly courting Lothar.

Bang –

The gate was closed by the departing Archbishop William.

In a quiet room.

The breathing of both men was clearly audible.

Lothar came to the shrine and sat down on the ground, thinking that he would have a good night's sleep, but he did not think that the sleeping conditions tonight would be better than living in the camp tent during the march.

"Pranya, do you bring paper and pen?"

"Hmm."

"I have a new story, listen to it, and transcribe it in Latin for me, and I'm going to print it out and sell it."

Praruo's eyes lit up slightly, and she nodded, "Okay." ”

"What's the name of this story?"

Lothar replied after a moment's thought, "A song of winter and fire." ”

...

Yogrüsburg, village of Sego.

It's getting late.

The miners gathered in their huts above the mine, clutching a piece of hard black bread in their hands, tearing it with their hands, and dipping it in the pea soup on their plates.

There was a dark-faced man who wiped the plate clean with bread, soaked up the soup, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it heavily.

"The food in the mine is really good, there is at least a whole piece of cured meat in this pot of pea soup, and I have eaten several of them. In the past, I didn't necessarily get to eat meat once a year. ”

A young man of typical Saracen appearance replied in a skilful Germanic voice: "Yes, the new lord is a generous man, and the people of our village are very grateful to him. ”

"Yes, I remember, Lord Lord has also exempted you from the 'Unbeliever Tax'! In this way, he is really a generous man. ”

In the five villages attached to Jörügrusburg, Christians and pagans were on good terms.

Although most of the countryside is still in a situation where Christians and pagans are still in a state of old age.

The young man thought so, but was still a little distressed: "It's just that I don't feel that life has gotten much better." The old man Ali of the village, not long ago, also collected a Saladin tax, and took away the last sack of grain stored in my house, which is said to be the knight of the village of Sego, which is used to maintain weapons and armor and hire guards. ”

If Hans had heard this, he would have been greatly wronged.

He had never even been to the village of Sego, let alone told the tax collector that an additional Saladin tax was to be levied, and Lothar had not issued an order for such a tax.

There was silence among the companions.

This topic is still quite sensitive among them.

Because of their faith, the two groups were treated differently, but the tax for unbelievers was not so high that they needed to pretend to convert and repent later.

The young man Saracen also realized that he had said something sinister, and hurriedly changed the subject: "I have actually seen Lord Lord, not long ago, he passed by the village with a large army of cavalry, he was wearing a cloak inlaid with golden silk threads, a golden crown on his head, and a sharp sword at his waist, and his appearance was very handsome. ”

"Yes, that's right, he's so majestic!"

"It is said that the lord is very rich, which is why he is so generous to us, and he has endless bread to eat and broth to drink at every meal."

One of the miners said proudly, "Especially the cavalry with feathers on their backs, they are called 'hussars,' and I have a brother who is one of them, and it is said that their weekly salary is a full thirty dinars. ”

There was a hint of wisting on the Saracen miner's face: "If only I could be a hussar too." ”

"Haha, don't dream, you can't even ride a donkey, and you're a heretic, you can't pick up a sword in your life and serve your lord."

The Saracen youth sighed lightly: "That's true. ”

Someone next to him said, "It would be a good thing if Master Marles could take a fancy to him and take him to the castle's blacksmith's shop, and give him an apprentice." ”

"Yes, Master Marles is a bit harsh, but he's definitely a good guy."

At this moment, the ground suddenly trembled.

Gravel, gravel, rolled down the slope.

The miners were stunned for a moment, then swarmed up and rushed outside.

"Run!"

"It's an earthquake!"

But they didn't get very far.

The next moment, a huge figure came out of the ground, a bloody mouth opened, and the next moment, more than ten miners who were keeping vigil here were engulfed by the giant shadow.