People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 375 Territorial Matters
New Habsburg.

After two months, the branches of the tree of life have become more and more lush.

The scope of the oasis has spread to an unprecedented extent.

It is said that in the adjacent Barony of Zugal, farmers ran to the border every day, looking far away, hoping that the green would be closer.

Baron Zugal, who complained about the barrenness of his territory every day, now talks about the generosity and generosity of Lord Lothar, as if he has become a loyal fan of Lothar just like Baron Argonne of Petra.

The noon sun was blazing.

Farmers driving their draft horses, as well as an endless stream of pilgrims, knelt on the ground devoutly and prayed.

There is already a rudimentary form of the city here. Simple wooden walls are built around the houses. They are made of logs with sharpened ends inserted into the ground. In the future, they will continue to expand outwards with the expansion of the city. .

The castle in the inner city has been completed. The lighting here is not good, and it has a strong European style, because the craftsmen who built it here are all pilgrims from the European continent. Their craftsmanship cannot take into account both beauty and defense.

Andreas was sitting in the lord's hall, dipping a quill into the inkpot, and writing quickly on the parchment.

The lord's throne in the center is empty, and there are two coats of arms hanging side by side on it, namely the cross emblem of Jerusalem and the double-headed eagle emblem of Lothar.

Andreas was sitting at the square table at the foot of the throne.

He had already grown a beard, and was wearing a well-made silk shirt. He moved his hands and feet with the nobility that he learned from Coorth's butler. He was completely different from the little servant who was with the vulgar knight in the past.

"Good day, Your Excellency the Guardian."

Footsteps sounded in the hall.

Andreas put down the quill in his hand, stood up and said, "Good day, esteemed priest. I wonder what your Excellency is doing here?"

The person who came was a priest named Melen, who claimed to have a consultation with him.

Father Melen wore a red and yellow cassock, and said with a smile: "Your Excellency, I heard that you are a very competent official and knight. You once led the patrolling cavalry to bring those rampant desert robbers to justice. , an act of kindness that Heavenly Father rewards."

Andreas said sternly: "Thank you, Father, you can speak directly if you have something to say."

As if he hadn't expected Andreas' straightforwardness, Father Mellen frowned, then stretched it out, and the smile on his face squeezed out two creases: "Your Excellency, I want to lease a piece of land near New Habsburg. , to build a new monastery to listen closely to the teachings of the Father."

"monastery?"

Andreas frowned.

The monastery is not a church. The monastery is more closed. Under normal circumstances, outsiders are not allowed to enter, and there are even guards. For example, the monastery on the outskirts of Alandre is like a fortress that is vulnerable to attack.

"That's not right, Father Mellen."

Andreas shook his head and said: "I have no right to deal with such matters involving real estate changes. This needs to be decided by the Earl himself. Even His Majesty the King cannot bypass the Lord and allocate his land to anyone."

Father Melen wondered: "You are the guard appointed by the Earl, don't you even have this power? This is just a lease, and it does not involve a change in the ownership of the real estate—could it be that during this period of time, you have settled in New Habsburg? All the outsiders are stealing your lord's land for free?"

Andreas was speechless for a moment.

Of course, it's not that he doesn't have the power to deal with land lease matters, but he just doesn't want to lease the land to the church.

Father Melen's tone was full of strong temptation: "This is a sacred cause, Mr. Guard, think about it, every morning and evening, the sound of morning prayer and evening prayer is heard, and the most profound bachelor will come here Listen to the voice of God and write a theological classic that has been passed down through the ages, and the entire Christian world will remember your credit."

Andreas shook his head and said, "Sorry, Father Melen, I know this is a sacred undertaking, but in your lord's territory, all theological matters are the responsibility of the order."

"Huh? Are you talking about the group of mud-legged combat monks who hold swords in their hands and know scriptures that can't even be written on a piece of parchment?"

Father Melen said with sarcasm: "With all due respect, their theological attainments are not worthy of carrying our shoes!"

Andreas said neither humble nor overbearing: "You can confront Father Urdin face to face with these words. He is the bishop of the Diocese of Alandre. Whether it is a god or priesthood, he is above you."

Father Melen was not surprised by Andreas's reaction: "Yes, it is true. My theological attainments may not be as advanced as Bishop Ulding, but I am here on behalf of His Excellency Bishop Sebastian. Come on, he is the most trusted assistant of His Majesty the Pope, I think you should know what this means."

He paused slightly, and said again: "A sacred place like this should not be placed under the jurisdiction of a secular lord. If you are willing to help, the bishop will not treat you badly."

As he spoke, he took a huge ruby ​​ring from his finger and placed it on the table.

Andreas glanced over the ring, and a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes. The church is occupied by such money-grubbing and vulgar people—if they own the tree of life, there is a high probability A towering wall will be erected to enclose the entire tree, and every pilgrim who wants to take a look will have to charge money, right?
He forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, and pushed the ring back:

"Father Mellen, you may or may not have inquired about it. I used to be the personal servant of a vulgar knight. Your Excellency appreciated me and gave me the title of knight and the official title of guard."

"What else am I not satisfied with? Greed is the original sin."

Andreas stood up: "Please leave, Father Melen."

Father Melen's face was ashen: "This is your own decision, boy, even if you are the master you are loyal to, you will not be willing to offend us."

"I have received reports from others that someone has witnessed a black dragon hovering over your lord. I reasonably suspect that your lord has been bewitched by the demon king Satan."

Dragons are often associated with Satan. According to legend, at the end of the judgment, Satan turned into a big red dragon with seven heads and ten horns to fight against the archangel Michael.

Andreas' face became much uglier, his expression was serious, and his tone was more than raised:
"Father, I hope you can think about what you are talking about. Without any evidence, you dare to accuse the savior of the Holy Land, the grand master of the Royal Knights of Jerusalem, the most trusted subject of His Majesty Baldwin, and the The lord of Hebron, a model Christian like a saint, was bewitched by Satan, the devil?"

Father Melen was taken aback by Andreas's stern expression, and he said with some confidence: "I just have reasonable doubts—everything has to go through the ruling of the religious court."

"Bastard, you still want to send my family to the religious court?"

"guard!"

Wearing a pot helmet, wearing a full set of armor that was eliminated from the standing army, and covered with a layer of white burqa, the guard rushed into the room with a halberd fiercely: "Master Guard, is there someone making trouble?"

Pointing at Father Mellen, Andreas shouted angrily, "Get out of this madman who insulted the lord!"

The guard took a look at the priest. He was bald and in robes—clearly a priest.

But he only hesitated for a moment, and a fierce look appeared on his face. What about the priests, if they dare to insult the lord, they must pay the price.

"What are you going to do? I'm Cardinal Sebastian's confidant."

boom--

The guard kicked him staggeringly: "Get out of New Habsburg, no, get out of the whole of Transjordan, you are not welcome here."

Father Mellen screamed and shouted: "You dare to hurt a noble clergyman. Such blasphemy and evil deeds are deeply sinful. I want to sue His Majesty the Pope. Transjordan is a group of disrespectful people." Father's heresy!"

"To shut up!"

The guard slapped Father Melen on the face, and saw two broken teeth protruding from his mouth, and he almost sat on the ground.

The guard snorted coldly. Compared with the awe of the priests of the native Christians, the reason why he, a former Zoroastrian, turned to the Catholic Church was because he could divide two more fields. How could he get used to such a person.

Father Melen's servants, the clerk and others immediately rushed forward.

"You beat up the clergy in the street, which is an unforgivable crime!"

"Hurry up and put down your weapons, and repent to the Heavenly Father!"

The guard snorted coldly: "If you want to fight, my guys and I will accompany you at any time, but don't forget, this is New Habsburg, if I call out that you have insulted adults, you may not have a chance to leave alive here."

The citizens of New Habsburg received the most favor from Lothar. This newly built city, from a dilapidated village, took less than half a year to become a city with thousands of people.

In this process, every craftsman, hired worker, and farmer has benefited a lot.

People at the bottom are easy to fool, but they are not stupid. They can tell who makes their life easier and who comes to make their life harder.

Father Melen and his party thought over and over again. Seeing that the guards' companions also came to support them, they knew that it would be impossible to recover the situation today, so they left in despair without even saying a word of cruelty.

"Sinful, blasphemy?"

In the guard's mansion, Andreas had a self-deprecating wry smile on his face. He drew the cross on his chest and murmured in a low voice: "Learning to govern with a vampire is like instructing others to beat a clergyman." Much blasphemy."

After thinking for a while, he wrote two letters and sent them to Coors in Hebron and Hans in Jerusalem.

Obviously, the so-called Archbishop Sebastian will not let it go.

In this era, churches around the world are very obsessed with "creating saints". Churches that claim to have "holy skeletons" and "holy foreskins" can create a giant by putting together all the "holy objects".

This can also attract pilgrims from all over the world, and there is an endless stream of people who want to pay homage, not to mention the "sacred tree" of New Habsburg, which is such an obvious miracle that it cannot be replicated at all.

And I'm afraid it's not just the church coveting.

A holy object that can turn the desert of the holy land into fertile soil can make every desert lord crazy about it. Before that, it was just that people who were tempted didn't dare to do it, or they didn't get the news.

Now that the adults are not in the territory, we can only hope that Coors and Hans, who are the most important among the left behind, can make an effective response.

(End of this chapter)