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Chapter 463: Prayer (Happy Mid-Autumn Festival)
When Derim returned from delivering the medicine, Urdin had already put on his bishop's cassock that lacked many decorations but was still solemn and solemn.

"Are we going to meet someone important?"

"Well, say a last prayer for a sick person."

Urdin straightened up his appearance and led the way out: "His name is Timo. He is an axe-wielding sergeant under Viscount Humphrey. People found him under the body of a dead dragon beast."

The Holy Church in yesterday's giant ship world is similar to Christianity in this world in many ways.

It’s just that the development context is different.

The Holy Church in the giant ship yesterday was reduced to the territory of the Wolf Clan due to Italy, and its base gradually moved to France where the royal power was rising, becoming the same role as the Orthodox Ecumenical Patriarch to the Roman Emperor.

Therefore, the Holy Church in the giant ship world yesterday gradually split into countless branches - no one can tolerate the existence of a pope in the hands of another king, and the only way is to establish one himself.

This is the reason why Uldin can successfully serve as the priest of this world.

Derem thought of those giant beasts rampaging on the battlefield, and felt incredulous: "He can actually survive until now?"

"Lingering on the sickbed and suffering - it's not a lucky thing."

Uldin shook his head: "If it were you, what would you choose?"

Derem subconsciously thought of the eight tribesmen lost on the battlefield. Compared with suffering from pain and suffering, it seemed that a quick death would be a luckier thing: "You are right, that is not lucky."

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

"Without you and your Lazarus potion, more people would have died."

Derim was grateful to the Bishop of Uldin from the bottom of his heart.

"But my power alone is limited after all."

The two walked and chatted.

Uldin stopped outside a tent. There was plenty of shade inside, and no candles were lit. He walked straight into a wooden bed with hay inside: "Timo."

"Bishop, you are here."

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

His eyes stared directly at Uldin, full of expectation and uneasiness.

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

Timo nodded vigorously.

"Father, I have to confess to you."

"Well, I'm listening."

"I once despicably seduced a married woman and went to bed with her... For many days and nights, I knew that my sin was unforgivable, but I had killed no less than 30 heretics in all the battles. How could I possibly be absolved? "

After Timo finished speaking, he was out of breath from exhaustion, but he still stared directly at Uldin, waiting for a reply.

"Sorry, I don't know."

Uldin silently crossed himself on his chest. The Pope said that killing pagans is not a sin but salvation, but that is not what God said.

Even if it is, it is not the Lord he believes in.

"what."

Timo's breathing became more rapid, and his chest rose and fell like a bellows. He endured the pain on his body, straightened up, and reached out to grab Uldin's arm. He was obviously a dying man, but he was surprisingly strong.

Uldin patted his back gently, and Timo finally regained his breath, and continued: "My Lord Bishop, I am very grateful to you for being here in my last time and for being willing to see me as a lowly person. One glance."

"People say you are the greatest and most upright wise man. So please tell me straight out, have I been cleansed of my sins?"

Uldin was silent for a moment and said:

"My child, your sins will be forgiven, and you will ascend to heaven and return to the arms of the Lord." Killing infidels will not bring salvation, but Uldin is unwilling to let a painful dying person, even before his death, They all live in fear and insecurity.

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

Timo repeated unconsciously, his voice getting smaller and smaller, until it seemed as if a huge weight had been lifted off him, and his head slowly slid down Uldin's shoulder.

Uldin flattened Timo's body calmly, stretched out his rough but warm palm to cover Timo's face, and closed his eyes: "In the name of Christ, Amen."

Derem quickly lowered his head and made the sign of the cross, chanting "Amen".

He used to be a devout Zoroastrian. Every day when the first ray of sunlight had not yet fallen, he knelt down to welcome the morning light. At the moment when the sun rose, his fellow tribesmen prayed together.

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

Stepping out of the dim barracks, the air became fresh again.

He watched as the corpse bearer saluted Uldin respectfully, then wrapped Timo's body tightly in linen cloth, placed it on a cart, and then creaked away along the bumpy dirt road. Somewhat lost in thought.

"Derim, are you worried?"

"No, nothing."

Derem hesitated for a moment, then said: "I just feel that so many big shots are working on all kinds of important things, but only you, a big shot like you, will pray for a group of soldiers who are not worth mentioning at all."

"My child, without the support of the Marquis, where would these tents, the linen used to wrap wounds, and the materials for preparing potions come from? Recently, the price of herbal medicines on the market has soared several times. If it weren't for the Marquis, A dozen Jewish merchants were tried, and the shortage of herbs was probably even greater.”

Uldin said calmly: "They, or you, are not insignificant people. Everyone is the protagonist in their own lives."

Derem laughed self-deprecatingly: "If ordinary people like us can be considered the protagonists, then no one will be willing to read this book."

Uldin shook his head and said: "Derim, Timo is a strong soldier. He once killed a knight who wanted to rob their village alone, and embarked on a pilgrimage wearing his equipment."

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

"And this is just his well-known deeds. In fact, he is a taciturn person, and few people see him bragging."

Derem said sincerely: "Then his story is indeed very exciting. If Timo is under the command of the Marquis and survives, he will definitely be canonized as a knight. I think he has the qualifications."

"But he never herded sheep, and he couldn't ride a horse. He was once a hunter who served the local lord. He went into the woods every day to catch wild boars, rabbits, and fallow deer. Sometimes he also did early warning work for possible monsters around the village."

Uldin smiled: "If you tell him your experience in the tribe, he will also find it very exciting."

Derem nodded in understanding, but he still didn't quite understand that herding sheep was a wonderful experience worth mentioning.

"Let's go."

"What's next?"

"Pounding medicine is hard work. You came at the right time. If you still have the strength after all this work, you can go back to weeding the medicine garden."

Derem was a little confused and asked: "Are we going to stay here for a long time?"

"No, it's not. The growth cycle of those herbs is very fast, because they water the tree of life, which is the spring water under the sacred tree in your mouth."

"Sacred tree..."

Derem's face showed a trace of longing: "Speaking of which, when I first saw the sacred tree in Alandre, I thought there would never be a tree taller than it in the world, but then I I heard people say that this sacred tree is just a descendant of the New Habsburg tree."

"Maybe in a few years, the loess we step on will turn into green oases with clear springs flowing everywhere."

Uldin smiled and pointed to the ground.

"This is a gift from God."

Derem crossed himself devoutly on his chest. He was a very realistic person, but miracles were placed in front of him. Even a pan-believer would become a devout believer at this moment.

(End of this chapter)