European Emperor Cultivation System

Chapter 113 The Unreliable Messenger

The villagers looked up and down at Passang, who spoke the same dialect as them, and saw the harmless smile on his face, and the doubts and suspicions lingering in their hearts showed signs of dissipating.

"Guest? Where did the guest come from?"

Possant sorted out his thoughts and said, "Guests from the mainland, we are not robbers from the northeast."

The second half of the sentence was specially emphasized with an emphatic tone. Possan was eager to distance himself from the relationship with the Danish Vikings to avoid being disgusted by others.

"We are here to discuss some matters with the King of England. We don't have too many ideas. We hope to get along well with you all. If the manager is in the town, I hope he can convey our original intention on his behalf. Possant is very grateful."

Possang bowed solemnly, and the humility born from the heart won the respect of the villagers, and the weapons in his hands were lightly put aside.

The down-to-earth villagers answered Possant's question truthfully: "The manager is not in the town, and his residence is also some distance from here. Usually, he only comes to this poor village for a walk when the tax is collected at the end of the month. "

Possant was secretly happy in his heart, if there were a real manager, he would be blackmailed, but he still showed regret on his face.

"Oh, that's really a pity. We are busy on our journey this time, and we won't be staying here for a long time, so there is no need to announce. I hope you can tell me where there is a place for us to stay overnight."

The hospitable villagers recommended themselves one after another, but it was a pity that the residences of the common people were too simple, because they were afraid that the nobles and lords would not live comfortably, so Passant finally chose to board in the church in the town.

Li Peijun was the only one who knew the content of the whole conversation, and the group of envoys just stared at them speaking incomprehensible human words.

"Unexpectedly, you can speak English." Li Peijun praised.

"It's just some simple vocabulary, all of which are everyday expressions, which I learned when I came to Britain."

Li Peijun patted Possang on the back, laughed and said, "It's good to put what you've learned into practice, anyway, it's just for showing off."

"So, what did you just say?" The nobleman who was still confused couldn't help asking.

"It's nothing, explain our identities clearly, let them know our reason for coming, let's just make do with staying in the church for one night tonight."

The devout envoy showed embarrassment, and seemed to have something difficult to say. Li Peijun knew his scruples, so he explained: "It's okay, God will forgive your recklessness, sleep with God in the church, and discuss wisdom with Jehovah in dreams , this is a wishful thing.”

"Besides, I believe you don't want to sleep in a commoner's house in the middle of the night. If you don't keep it all together, the roof will collapse and crush you, or you can simply sleep on the beach, and let the waves roll to the bottom of the sea before you know it."

Seeing that guy's eyebrows slowly relax, he knew that he had already figured it out, "It seems to be the same, we must cherish this hard-won opportunity and seize the opportunity to talk to God."

The church in Eastbourne is also located in the center of the village. As Li Peijun expected, it is also the tallest building within a radius of ten miles. When you walk in, you can see that the rough stones are already covered with moss, and the only way to open to the street is The gates show signs of being refurbished.

"It seems that God likes to stand in the center and control the overall situation." Li Peijun's words were sarcasm, but his description was vague and powerless.

Stepping through the door, the church hall is decorated with the most ordinary decorations, a row of candlesticks of different heights, a Bible lying on a red lacquered wooden stand, and a cross hanging high in the center. There are no other magnificent furnishings. , but it is also the most luxurious place in the town.

Hearing the sound, a sage came out of the inner room. Looking at the robes he was wearing, Li Peijun judged that he should be a low-level clergyman such as a monk or a deacon, and the priest in charge disappeared temporarily.

The orange-red young deacon looked at the unknown crowd who suddenly barged in. His indifferent eyebrows, the double axes on his waist, and the horned helmet on his head made people feel ominous. Suddenly pale.

"You...you are." The deacon rolled up his sleeve robe, and tightened the robe that mopped the floor a little, ready to escape at any time.

"Can you speak Latin? I'm asking about Latin, can you speak and recognize it?" The leading nobleman first said it in Norman, and then repeated it in Latin after realizing something was wrong.

Looking at the opponent's open mouth, the deacon was afraid that he would be eaten alive by these people in a second. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and responded in Latin: "Yes... yes. of…."

When the messenger heard this, he laughed from ear to ear. He stepped forward and held the deacon's hand vigorously. The clear squeaking sound was drowned in the greetings.

"We finally found an organization. In fact, we plan to stay in the church for one night."

The emissary expressed his excitement again and again, and then let go of his hand after he had finished talking. The poor deacon had already left a deep red handprint on his hand.

"But churches are generally not allowed to stay overnight. This is the place of the gods." The deacon followed the rules and refused righteously.

The noble smiled cheaply, and took out a few Thors from his arms knowingly, "In this way, the gods will forgive our disturbing behavior, and I hope you can communicate with God well, and we also want to take this opportunity to get close to each other quietly." Come down and have a face-to-face conversation with God.”

The deacon was delighted to take Sol, but after looking at it for a while, he returned it disappointed.

"What a pity, your currency is not in circulation here, and there is no place in the town where it can be recast." The deacon took out another coin, pointed at it and said, "Do you have this kind of currency?"

Li Peijun leaned forward and took a look. One side had a statue of Jesus printed on it, and the other side didn't know which king's head was printed on it. Anyway, the currencies at this time were basically not unified, and many of them were used in different ways.

"We don't seem to have..." The nobleman frowned, he was covered with Sol, but he didn't have any such pennies.

"I don't know if this suits your tastes." Possant took out a leather bag from his carry-on luggage, pulled out the cork on it, and shook the bag slightly, and soon a mellow fragrance overflowed. And out.

The intoxicating strong aroma is not like the common fruit brews on the market. It should be made from high-purity grapes mixed with spices. The quantity is scarce and expensive.

"With the wine, you can exchange a lot of things in the town, right? If you transport it to the city, the price should be higher." Possant boasted to himself, trying to persuade the deacon to accept his proposal.

The deacon was so shocked that he said for a moment, this fine wine can be exchanged for a boatload of fresh fish even if it is exchanged in the town. It is indeed a good deal.

"Yes, yes, I will tell the priest on behalf of you, please rest here tonight, and the work of atonement and repentance will be entrusted to us."

Tonight, under the blessing of the gods, Li Peijun and his party spent a Christmas Eve.

(End of this chapter)