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Chapter 130 The Monster Under the Mine
The night is dark and the moon and stars are sparse.

Cathedral of the Holy Sepulcher.

Lothar followed Archbishop William through a corridor and came to a closed prayer room on the right.

Going out of the window here, you can walk on the Way of the Cross, which is the way Jesus carried the cross and climbed the mountain to be tortured.

Near the high circular dome, there is a narrow window, from which a little starlight is projected, which happens to shine in the prayer room, in the shrine where the statue of Jesus is placed.

The white candles reflected the mottled and fuzzy reliefs on the wall that had changed with the years, like revived holiness.

The churches in the Middle Ages are not as magnificent as those after the Renaissance, and they often appear relatively simple.

Looking at Hannya who was wearing a veil, only her eyes were still hard to conceal her beauty, Archbishop William showed a look of embarrassment, and whispered in Lothar's ear:
"Lord Earl, you are the first man to bring a female family member here to stay overnight and observe the precepts, but please remember that this is the tomb of the Holy Son, a sacred place, and you must not do anything profane here!"

Lothar understood his thoughts and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I am a devout believer and I will never mess around in this sacred place.

Moreover, this lady is by no means my mistress, but my bodyguard. She has made great achievements on the battlefield, and the pagans are afraid of her. Many knights who once fought side by side with her respectfully call her For the 'Iron Knight'. "

"You can ask any knight who participated in the Battle of Calleburg to verify this point."

Archbishop William was stunned: "Are you telling the truth, Earl?"

"Of course!"

Archbishop William looked at Prajna up and down, and said with emotion: "It seems that I misunderstood. In this holy place, Jerusalem, there will always be some miracles. Even a beautiful and brave female knight appeared in front of me. .”

In his heart, he silently classified Prajna into the ranks of witches.

Lothar joked: "Without the protection of Prajna, I really have trouble sleeping and eating. To be honest, I don't have much confidence in the security of the Cathedral of the Holy Sepulchre."

William was speechless.

He knew that Lothar was referring to the theft of the "sacred object".

During this period of time, he has also suffered a lot from this.

On the one hand, the "miracles" and "sacred objects" had already been reported to the Pope City, and it was too late to withdraw them.

On the other hand, there are many bishops competing with him for the position of Patriarch of Jerusalem. He is the first candidate, but he is not the only one.

He made such a big omission, and he didn't dare to say it, so he had to cover it up.

The werewolf corpses were also replaced by wild wolf corpses collected at a high price.

Someone saw that something was wrong, and he claimed that the werewolf body had shrunk when it was tanned.

In short, this matter was just muddled by him.

Lothar asked again: "Oh, by the way, where is your clerk?"

Archbishop William said with some embarrassment: "I was sent to the countryside a few days ago, and a knight wanted to take him in as a squire. His parents would rather make him a knight than a priest."

"I see!"

Lothar showed a dazed look. In fact, no one knew whether the clerk was murdered by Archbishop William as an insider.

"Tomorrow morning, I will give you a holy mass. At that time, I will prepare unleavened bread for you as a holy meal. Before that, you need to fast for one night."

Under normal circumstances, fasting lasts for one day and one night, and Archbishop William is obviously showing his favor to Lothar.

boom--

The gate was closed by the departing Archbishop William.

In a quiet room.

There were only two people left, their eyes were facing each other, and even the sound of breathing could be clearly heard.

Lothar came to the shrine and sat on the ground. Originally, he wanted to sleep well, but he never thought that the sleeping conditions tonight would be worse than living in the camp during the march.

He drew a cross in front of him: "Praise the Father."

The devotion lasted only one minute, and Lothar was defeated by the silent boredom. He asked, "Haruya, have you brought paper and pen?"

"Ah."

"I have a new story. Listen to it and transcribe it in Latin for me. I plan to print it and continue to sell it. That set of witchers has earned me a lot of money."

Banruo's eyes shone slightly, she nodded and said, "Okay."

"What's the name of this story?"

Lothar thought for a while and replied, "Song of Winter and Fire."

Fort Yogryus, Sego Village.

It was dark.

Miners gather in shacks above the newly mined iron mines.

They each held a piece of hard black bread in their hands, tore it with their hands, and dipped it in the pea soup on the dinner plate.

The soup softened the dry and hard bread, making this food more delicious.

A dark-faced man, wiping his plate with the last piece of bread, picked up a pea, stuffed it in his mouth, and munched.

He vaguely said: "The food in the mine is really good. There is at least a whole piece of bacon in this pot of pea soup. I have eaten several pieces. In the past, I might not be able to eat meat once a year." .”

In fact, meat can still be eaten, that is, fish caught from the Jordan River, but in this era, fish is not classified as meat.

During fasting, many nobles would substitute sea fish for meat.

A young man with a typical Saracen appearance replied in fluent German: "Yes, the new lord is a generous man, and everyone in our village is very grateful to him."

"Yes, I remembered that the lord also exempted you from the 'unbelievers' tax'! From this point of view, you can save a lot of food in a year."

In the six villages attached to Fort Joglius, the relationship between Christians and pagans is quite harmonious.

Although in most rural areas, Christians and pagans are still in a situation where they are old and dead, there are too many cases of intermarriage among the same villagers.

The young man was a little distressed: "That's what I said, but I don't feel that life has become much easier. The village's master Ali recently imposed a Saladin tax and took away the last bag of food stored in my family. , it is said that it is the master knight of Sego Village, who uses it to maintain weapons and armor and hire guards."

If Hans heard it, he would definitely cry out.

By God, he hadn't even been to the village of Sego, let alone told the tax collectors that there was going to be an extra Saladin tax.

Nor did Lothar issue an order for the additional tax.

It is conceivable that the food fell into whose hands.

The companions were silent for a while.

This topic is quite sensitive among them.

Because of their beliefs, the treatment of the two ethnic groups is different, but the tax on unbelievers is not so high that these heretics need to pretend to convert and repent in the future.

The Saracen youth also realized that he had said something unsightly, and quickly changed the subject: "I have actually seen the lord, not long ago, he led a large cavalry, passing by the village, he was wearing a golden silk thread inlaid With a cloak, a golden crown on his head, and a sharp sword at his waist, he is the most handsome and imposing man I have ever seen."

"Yes, I saw it too!"

"It is said that the lord is very rich, that's why he is so lenient to us. He has endless bread and broth for every meal, and ten beautiful women accompany him when he sleeps."

"My God, can the lord master handle so much by himself?"

"Of course no problem! The lord once defeated one hundred against one on the battlefield, so what is it to subdue ten women in bed?"

Everyone was fascinated: "Brother, how did you know this news?"

The miner said proudly: "You should have seen those cavalry with feathers on their backs. They are called 'wing cavalry'. I have a brother who is one of them. It is said that their weekly salary is as high as Thirty silver dinars."

The face of the Saracen miner showed a look of longing: "It would be great if I could also become a wing cavalry."

"Haha, don't dream, you can't even ride a donkey, and you are a heretic, you will never pick up a sword and serve the lord in your life."

Saracen sighed young: "It is true."

Someone next to him said: "If Lord Marles takes a fancy to it, it would be a good thing to take him to the blacksmith's shop in the castle and become his apprentice."

"That's right, Lord Marles is a bit harsh, but he is definitely a good man."

At this time, the ground suddenly trembled.

Gravel, gravel, rolling down the slope.

The miners froze for a moment, then stood up in a swarm and rushed outside.

"Run!"

"This is an earthquake!"

But they didn't get very far.

The next moment, in the darkness, a huge boulder crashed into the middle of them.

Half of Saracen's body was crushed under the stone, and he looked behind him in horror, the monster with a ferocious head and covered in pitch-black scales.

Monster!

This is definitely a monster!

The black-scaled monster was like a huge lizard, with sharp horns growing on top of its head. Its thick limbs landed on the ground, crawling slowly, leaving deep footprints one after another.

A bloody mouth quickly enlarged in front of his eyes.

His world was completely plunged into darkness.

(End of this chapter)