Emma Abbey, rumored to be more than 400 years old, is said to have been visited by Charlemagne.

Otto felt that this must be a rumor, how could Charlemagne, a Frenchman, have nothing to do and go to a remote monastery in the Swiss mountains?

Emma Monastery is a well-known abbey for its size, but it is limited to the surrounding area. Presumably, this is the false news released by the abbots of the monastery for Emma's monastery.

I have to say that this kind of clumsy marketing method has a surprisingly good effect.

Even on rainy days, Otto could see many devout believers visiting Emma's monastery to pray along the way.

The arrival of Otto and his entourage attracted the attention of Emma's monastery, and even without prior notice, Abbot Gonzalo personally brought many priests and nuns to the door to greet him.

Although I don't know who came, there were only a few people who might have brought out more than twenty hardcover cavalry, no matter who they were, they deserved to be taken seriously by Dean Gonzalo.

"It turned out that Young Master Otto had arrived in person, why didn't you notify me in advance, so I could let them pack up and prepare."

After seeing Otto's face on the horse, Gonzalo, with a flattering smile, stepped forward himself and motioned for someone to come up and lead Otto's horse.

As the abbot of the largest monastery in Aargau, he naturally met Otto and recognized it at a glance.

Otto had a request in his heart, where did he dare to put a score here, shook his head to refuse, immediately turned over and dismounted, performed a standard aristocratic etiquette, and led the horse himself.

"In the last few days, I have been in a restless mood, and I want to pray to the gods and ask them for protection, so I have come here without telling you, hoping not to disturb His Excellency the Dean."

"Where is Master Otto, it is an honor for Emma Monastery that you can come to Emma Monastery to pray, so why bother. Besides, the monastery was originally open to believers in the gods, and as long as it was a devout believer, we welcomed it. ”

Gonzalo smiled, stretched out his hand to signal Otto to enter, and walked ahead to lead Otto.

The servant, who was waiting at the side, saluted Otto and took the reins from Otto's hand.

The attendants dismounted one after another, and after handing over the horses to the care of the men arranged by the monastery, they followed behind Otto.

Out of the corner of his eye, Gonzalo noticed this scene and whispered a few words to the priest beside him, who nodded and hurried away.

"I don't know if Master Otto wants a quiet room to pray, or if it is enough to be in the hall, there are still many empty rooms, and Master Otto can choose at will."

In most monasteries, there are many special ashrams that are used as small waiting rooms or prayer rooms. The service objects of these ashrams are mainly the families of the nobles, after all, the noble ladies are not willing to stay with them.

Otto was not so particular, prayer was just an excuse, and his drunkard did not mean to drink, he said casually.

"Don't bother, just in the hall."

"There are still many believers praying in the prayer hall, and I also ask Master Otto to rest for a while and pray later." Gonzalo suggested.

"There's no need for that." Otto hesitated, people prayed well, and asked people to leave. "They are all believers in the gods, can anyone be bad for me?"

"This..."Gonzalo was a little speechless, this noble young master really didn't have a little fight, but this young master didn't think about it at all, you brought so many guards in, are the believers inside still in the mood to pray with peace of mind?

He blinked, and quickly thought of the wording.

"Young Master Otto, you and your attendants are all wet, in case you catch a cold, it's not good, why don't I have someone bring a towel, dry your body, drink some hot water and rest for a while."

Otto glanced back at the guards who had become soup chickens like him, and nodded in agreement.

Gonzalo had a point, a cold could turn into a deadly illness in this era, and it was not good for his loyal guards to catch a cold.

Otto casually asked if there was a "ginger" in the Lower Abbey, and found that the Abbey of Emma was significantly richer than the Earl's Castle.

After all, Gonzalo had brought even more spices than Otto had seen in the castle. Sure enough, compared with the aristocracy, the church is the real tyrant.

After a bowl of hot ginger soup and a towel to wipe the water off his armor, Otto entered the prayer hall alone.

In the casual conversation just now, Otto had already learned that Bishop Lawrence, whom he wanted to see on his trip, was waiting for him in the prayer hall, so he did not enter with his attendants.

In the huge prayer hall, there was only a lone red-robed figure standing in front of him, with his back to the direction of the door.

Otto narrowed his eyes slightly, and a trace of gloom floated in his heart, remembering that the last time he saw Bishop Lawrence, the other party was just a blue-robed bishop, and now he has become a red-robed bishop.

According to the organizational structure of the church, the lowest clergy are generally gray robes, which are preparatory clergy. After that came the white robes, the official priests. Above are the bishops of the blue robes, usually bishops of a small area.

Above the blue-robed bishops, the red-robed bishops, are generally responsible for the administration of the church in a large region. Above the red-robed bishops are members of the Twelve Archbishops, also known as the purple-robed archbishops because of their purple robes.

When he first heard this rumor, Otto wanted to complain very much, good guy, the royal family in Eastern Rome only uses purple, and the twelve archbishops of your church also use purple, doesn't it mean that the archbishop has the same power as the Eastern Roman emperor.

However, considering that the church in this world is not divided, and the Roman Empire in the east still believes in the twelve main gods, it seems that there is not much difference in power.

The promotion of the other party's status is not a good thing for Otto, and the price of asking a blue-robed bishop to make a move and a red-robed bishop to make a move is completely different.

The red-robed bishop is already considered a high-level member of the church, and he can mobilize far more resources than Otto's father, Count Allgau.

However, no matter how pessimistic he was about achieving his goal, Otto remained silent on the surface, pretending not to see the voice of Bishop Lawrence, knelt down like a devout believer, and began to close his eyes in prayer.

Otto didn't know if there really was a god in this world, after all, there was a supernatural power. But in line with the idea of having dates and not hitting a shot, Otto still decided to believe it, and he would not suffer a loss if he believed it, in case there was one.

As long as it is useful, it doesn't matter what kind of god he is, even if it is an evil god, Otto can worship it correctly, and the values brought by the education in his previous life give him the most simple understanding of gods.

After silently praying in his heart for the gods to bless him with peace and prosperity for a lifetime of peace and prosperity, Otto slowly opened his eyes.

Bishop Lawrence, who was originally in front, had already walked in front of him at some point. Otto noticed that the left breast of Bishop Lawrence's red robe was also embroidered with a motif of the moon.

"See you again, Lord Otto, and may the gods bless you."

Otto slowly got up and saluted. "May the gods bless you, Venerable Bishop Lawrence."

There is no way, the other party has become a cardinal, and his status is different, even if it is Otto, he has to add some honorifics.

"Your Excellency Otto, a devout believer of the gods, I am afraid that you have not only come to pray to the gods this time.

I probably already know your intentions, but I'm sorry, the Church doesn't intend to interfere in the affairs of the Allgaux collar, and you can stay in the monastery and pray for a long time. But the rest, I can't help it. ”

Bishop Lawrence's old face had a smile like a spring breeze, and his tone was not hurried, but the voice fell into Otto's ears like a basin of cold water, pouring on his head and drenching him with cold chills.