By the time Drem had returned from delivering the medicine, Uldin had already put on his little less ornamented, but still solemn bishop's robes.

"Are we going to meet some important person?"

"Well, a dying prayer for a sick person."

Ulding tidied up his appearance and led the way: "His name is Timo, and he is an axe-wielding sergeant under the command of Viscount Humphrey, and they found him under the body of a dead drake. ”

The Holy Church in the Giant Ship World yesterday is nothing more than similar to the Christianity of this world in many places.

It's just that the context of development is different.

Yesterday, the Holy Church in the giant ship, because Italy was reduced to the territory of the wolf clan, gradually moved to France, where the royal power was raised, and became the role of the Orthodox ecumenical patriarch to the Roman emperor.

As a result, the Holy Church in the world of the Megaship yesterday gradually split into countless branches - no one could bear the existence of a pope in the hands of another king, and the only way was to appoint one himself.

This is the reason why Uldin was able to successfully serve as the priest of this world.

Drem thought of the behemoths that were rampaging on the battlefield, and he was incredible: "How can he survive until now?" ”

"It's not a lucky thing to be sick and tormented."

Ulding shook his head: "If it were you, how would you choose?" ”

Dreem subconsciously remembered the eight clansmen he had lost on the battlefield, and it seemed that it was a luckier thing to die a happy death than to be tortured by injuries: "You're right, that's not lucky. ”

Urdin lamented: "People always see only the rewards, the spoils of war, and the cheers of victory, but they forget that when war comes, death can come to anyone at any time. ”

"Without you, and your Lazarus Elixir, there would have been more deaths."

From the bottom of his heart, Drem was grateful to the Bishop of Uldin.

"But my strength alone is limited after all."

The two walked and talked.

Uldin, who had stopped outside a tent with plenty of shade and no candles, walked straight inside to a hay-lined plank bed: "Timo." ”

"Bishop, you're here."

The man lying on the bed seemed to be in good spirits, but his lips were extraordinarily pale, and there was an unbearable stench from under his body.

His eyes were staring straight at Uldin, expectant and uneasy.

"Well, is there anything you want to say to me?"

Timo nodded vigorously.

"Father, I have to repent to you."

"Well, I'm listening."

"I once despicably seduced a married woman and slept with her... For many days and nights, I knew that my sins were unforgivable, but in all my battles, I had killed no less than thirty infidels. ”

Timo was exhausted and out of breath after saying this, but he still stared at Uldin, waiting for an answer.

"Sorry, I don't know."

Urdin silently drew a cross on his chest, and the Pope said that killing heretics is not sin, it is salvation, but that is not what God says.

Even if it is, it is not the Lord of Thah's faith.

"Huh."

Timo's breathing became more rapid, his chest heaved like a bellows, and he endured the pain in his body, straightened up, and reached out to grab Uldin's arm, obviously a dying man, but his strength was surprisingly great.

Uldin patted him lightly on the back, and Timo's breath finally evened out, and he continued: "I am grateful to you, Lord Bishop, that you are here at my last hour, and that you would like to see me, a lowly man. ”

"People say that you are the greatest and most upright wise man. So, tell me bluntly, have I been washed away from my sins? ”

Urding was silent for a moment, and then said:

"Child, your sins will be forgiven, and you will ascend to heaven and return to the arms of the Lord."

Killing a heretic would not lead to salvation, but Uldin did not want a painful dying person to live in fear and anxiety even before his death.

"That's good, that's good..."

Timo's mouth repeated unconsciously, his voice getting quieter and quieter, until his head slowly slid down Uldin's shoulders as if he had been relieved of a thousand burdens.

Ulding calmly flattened Timo's body, stretched out his somewhat rough, but warm palm over Timo's face, and closed his eyes for him: "In the name of Christ, Amen." ”

Drem hurriedly lowered his head and drew a cross, reciting "Amen".

He was once a devout Zoroastrian, kneeling down to greet the morning sun every day before the first rays of the sun had set, and praying with his people at the moment of sunrise.

Until he later discovered that the Zoroastrian gods did not bless him.

Walking out of the dimly lit barracks, the air became fresh again.

He watched as the bearer respectfully saluted Uldin, wrapped Timo's body tightly in linen, placed it on the cart, and creaked along the potholed dirt road, all the way away, a little distracted.

"Dreem, do you have something on your mind?"

"No, nothing."

Drem hesitated, but said, "I just think that so many big people are all working on all kinds of big things, but only you, a big man like you, will pray for a group of soldiers who are not worth mentioning. ”

"Child, without the support of the Marquis, where did the tents, the linen for wrapping wounds, and the materials for mixing potions come from? Recently, the price of herbs on the market has skyrocketed several times, and if it weren't for the Marquis's trial of a dozen Jewish merchants, the shortage of herbs might have been even greater. ”

Uldin said with a flat expression: "They. . . Or you are not some small people who are not worth mentioning, everyone is the protagonist in their own lives. ”

Drem laughed self-deprecatingly, "If someone like us is the main character, then no one would want to read this book." ”

Uldin shook his head and said, "Drem, Timo is a strong soldier who once killed a knight who wanted to rob their village on his own and set out on a pilgrimage wearing his equipment. ”

"In Messina, the famous place where pilgrims sailed, he single-handedly rescued a noblewoman who had been attacked by Saracen pirates."

"And this is just a well-known deed of him, in fact he is a taciturn man, and few people see what he boasts about."

Derm said sincerely: "Then his story is indeed very exciting, if Timo is under the command of the Marquis, and can survive, he will definitely be canonized as a knight, I think he has this qualification." ”

"But he didn't herd sheep or ride horses, and he was a hunter in the service of the local lords, burrowing in the woods every day, catching wild boars, rabbits, and fallow deer. Sometimes it also serves as an early warning for the possibility of monsters around the village. ”

Uldin smiled, "If you tell him about your experience in the tribe, he will definitely find it wonderful." ”

Drem nodded incomprehensibly, he still didn't quite understand what a wonderful experience of herding sheep was.

"Let's go."

"What's next?"

"Pounding medicine, that's hard work, you just came at the right time, if you still have the strength to finish this, you can go back to the medicine garden to weed."

Trem wondered, "Are we going to stay here for a long time?" ”

"No, it's not, those herbs have a fast growth cycle because they water the tree of life. That is, the spring water under the sacred tree in your mouth. ”

"Shenmu..."

There was a hint of yearning on Dreem's face: "Speaking of which, when I first saw the Sacred Tree in Alandler, I thought that there would be no taller tree in this world, but then I heard that this Sacred Tree was just a sub-tree of the New Habsburg one. ”

"Maybe in a few years, the loess under our feet will become a green oasis with clear springs flowing and everywhere."

Uldin smiled and pointed to the ground.

"It is a gift from God."

Drem reverently drew a cross on his chest, he was a very realistic person, but a number of miracles were placed in front of him, even if he was a pan-believer, he was going to become a devout believer at this moment.

(End of chapter)