Eventually, the soldiers asked about the whereabouts of Bishop Uldin.

It is true that the Grand Master of the Lazarus Redemption Order is Lothar, but except for the Guardian Knights, all the other branches of the Redemption Order, especially the main hospital business, are actually under the control of Uldin.

At this time when Lothar's prestige was in full swing.

In this place, which was full of wounds and wounds, and whose bodies were carried out and buried every day, the most respected person in the eyes of many, even if it was a little too shady to get even a little closer to it, was always the Bishop of Uldin.

He searched all the way, and everywhere he was in a hurry, and from time to time there were desperate cries from some tents.

He quickened his pace, and finally, in a square-topped tent with nothing special, saw Uldin, who was busy.

"Bishop Uldin."

Uldin, dressed in a white linen robe, stood in front of the fire, reaching out to feel the heat.

He did not show any surprise at Drem's sudden visit, but naturally commanded:

"Don't be stunned, help me pass over the gooseneck flask, and the perilla, St. John's wort—and take out the viper meat from the jar next to it. Don't worry, it's already air-dried. ”

Am I here to study herbalism?

Dreem was a little distracted, I was here to study theology!

He took out the required items one by one according to Uldin's instructions, and if he didn't understand, Ulding would also patiently guide him.

"Put the rest back in its place, don't get it wrong, some apprentices may not be able to figure out the difference between them, all by the label attached to it, the potion will kill people if you eat it."

"Bishop Uldin, were you a former herbalist?"

In many parts of Europe, many herbalists are seen as fearsome and fearsome to the likewise of sorcerers.

Because they can manipulate all kinds of strange herbs and make suspicious soups, some of which are mixed with hallucinogens, making people feel as if they are possessed by the devil.

But in the eyes of the Kurds, a doctor who is good at herbalism is definitely a respectable existence.

"No, I used to be an ascetic, and herbology was an elective subject when I was at university in Bologna."

Not realizing that there was anything wrong with teaching herbology at the university, Drem asked, somewhat confused:

"Ascetic?"

Drem tried to understand the esoteric word in terms he had heard: "Is it the ascetic who leaves everything behind and recites in the monastery, or the ascetic who whips himself with a whip?" ”

The former is an orthodox ascetic, a monk who practices in a monastery, does not pay attention to any mundane matters, does not participate in labor, and concentrates on chanting and praying every day.

The latter refers to the "floggers" who walked barefoot, sometimes whipping themselves, mimicking the torture inflicted on the body of the Reich before Jesus' crucifixion, as was often seen in Jerusalem.

"What do you think of me?"

Dreem shook his head: "Not like that." ”

Although Uldin's style is relatively simple, at least his shoes and socks are neat, and from the outside, there are no scars, not like that kind of masochist.

Ulding smiled, "That's right, I'm not like them. Drem, if someone tells you that physical torture can be closer to redemption, it must be wrong, people are not born to suffer. ”

"What do you think is bitter?"

Drem thought for a moment and spoke: "From the territory of the Impalers, on the way to Ella Harbor with the people, we ran out of supplies, and were attacked by several bandit groups and Rauf minions, and it was very bitter at that time, half of the tribe died on the road - and before, because of the defeat of Rauf and the Marquis, several taxes were levied, and in order to make up this tax, we had not enough to eat for a long time. ”

"That's a lot of hard work."

Ulding smiled, "Drem, what are you looking forward to the most during that time?" ”

"The most longed-for day."

Drem was a little embarrassed: "To marry the prettiest girl in the clan, and to live together every day with a herd of sheep, endless cheese and meat, and endless wine and wine—that's what I look forward to the most." ”

Bishop Ulding laughed, "Come to think of it, it was indeed beautiful. ”

He paused slightly, and then added: "There was a lady full of sorrow who came to the wounded barracks to volunteer to help the wounded - she was forced by her father to separate from the man she loved, and forced to marry an old and lame noble lord. ”

Drem was a little puzzled, "What do you mean by that?" ”

"Do you think she is really bitter to be the wife of a dying man, to have a good land and a treasure horse, a slave of the manor, an endless supply of delicate bread and all kinds of meat, and an endless supply of sweet wine?"

Drem thought for a while, and said tentatively with some confusion: "It must still be quite painful, otherwise she wouldn't have run to the wounded barracks." ”

Uldin smiled: "She only spent three days in the wounded barracks, and two and a half of them were because she fainted and lay in bed to recuperate because she saw the scene of blood splashing. ”

Dreem was speechless.

"As she was leaving, she told me that she had donated a large sum of money to the Order and thanked me for curing her heart disease."

"Dreem, you're right, she was in pain. This pain is not inferior to anyone because of the position you are in, and the pain of losing love of a noble lady is no less worth mentioning than when you are starving. Because for them at that time, it was already their full strength to bear this amount of pain. ”

Uldin smiled and said, "The meaning of an ascetic like me is to find happiness in adversity, which is much easier than trying to make myself happy again when things are going well. Instead of asking for self-inflicted suffering, it is against human nature and will not bring you half a step closer to salvation. ”

"I seem to understand something."

"It's like when I'm hungry, when someone gives me a piece of bread, I'm so satisfied and happy, but now, even if someone gives me a big piece of roasted lamb chops, I can't eat it?" ”

"Yes."

Uldin's mouth spoke, but the movement of his hands did not stop, and seeing that the liquid in the pot was already boiling, he took out the gooseneck bottle and poured the liquid through the funnel.

"The potion is ready, send it to Brother Friedrich, he will take care of the further processing of the potion, and turn left when you go out."

"Okay."

Uldin then instructed: "Hurry up, when you come back, I want you to come with me to meet someone." ”

"Okay."

Drem didn't ask what to do, just silently did what Uldin's told him to do.

He felt that he might not have learned much theology during this time, but if it was herbology, it seemed to be more meaningful than theological knowledge.

…

The other side.

Coors followed behind Lothar and asked:

"Your Excellency, you... Do you value that Dreem? ”

"What do you think?"

"Your Excellency, you want everyone to see that a soldier who is loyal to you, even if he is a Kurd, can be rewarded?"

"Yes, but not quite."

Lothar shook her head.

The knights of the Imperial Decree are all good talents, but they are only good in this era.

As for the 1,000 places given to him by the "mass conscription", it can only ensure loyalty.

This is an era of illiteracy, full of fools, fools, and he hopes that there will be more smart people under his command.

"Dreem's mind is very flexible, this kind of person, I'm willing to give him a chance, it doesn't cost me anything anyway, that's all—as for what you said, I didn't really think about it that much."

Lothar patted Coors on the shoulder, "Don't let Hans get sick. In terms of internal affairs, you are far better than me, if there is anything you need to wake me up, please tell me immediately. ”

Kurs frowned and looked at Lothar's hand, and said a little helplessly: "My lord, if this is the reason why you have entrusted all the affairs of the army to me, I would rather you not think so highly of me, I am just an old vampire." ”

The work of working for Lothar was too high, otherwise he would not have come up with the idea of developing a descendant, before that, he was just a butler of the vampire court, and he had a lot of time every day to taste fine wine and tidy up his appearance.

"Those who can work hard, like Veneto, I don't dare to explain to him what is important."

Lothar smoothed the folds on Coors's shoulders, watched Curs's brows stretch again, and said happily: "Okay, Coors, the materials that Duke Raymond promised to send are still waiting for you to receive the co-ordination." ”

Coors smiled wryly and sighed, "I thought I could spend a relatively leisurely afternoon. ”