When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

The sword blades clashed with a resounding boom, the edges dragged back and forth between the strong and weak parts of the blades, sending up a shower of sparks.

The oak shield was sometimes pushed forward in a strike, and sometimes moved aside to parry.

In front of the church courtyard, Danji and Jeanne each held an arming sword and an oak shield, engaged in a tense swordplay exchange.

On the second-floor balcony, Carrie sat on the edge of the window frame, dangling her legs, munching on an apple, and watching this exquisite duel.

“Clang——”

In the midst of a violent metallic collision, Danji suddenly charged forward, his figure actually producing afterimages.

The oak shield in his hand pressed against Jeanne's arm, he stood to Jeanne's right, and the longsword passed over her arm, narrowly stopping against her abdominal armor.

Although Danji had suffered a ten-game losing streak in the arena, maintaining a terrible legend of no wins, his skills were still far superior to Jeanne's crude, homespun style.

“That technique just now is a transcendent martial art of the breathing technique, which we generally call the Bow Stance.” Taking two steps back, Danji introduced to Jeanne, “Pay attention to the coordination of breathing and back muscles, and imagine using your spine to fling yourself out.”

Jeanne frowned, recalling Danji's movements just now, stomped her foot and charged out in the same way, but almost sprained her ankle.

“Not like that, look at me, look at me.”

Standing in front of Jeanne, Danji demonstrated again, suddenly rushing out for more than a meter.

Jeanne held the sword seriously and began to try again and again, but failed more than ten times.

Fanning herself with a leaf to cool off, Danji smiled and comforted her: “Don’t worry, it took me a full one…”

Before he could finish speaking, Jeanne suddenly darted out, but without creating an afterimage.

She turned her head and looked at Danji: “Like this?”

“Cough cough cough.” Danji coughed violently, he barely raised his thumb, “It took me an hour to learn that back then, you are much faster than me.”

“Really?”

“Cough cough, almost, almost…” Danji quickly began to change the subject, “I have nothing to teach you, you learn very quickly, you have even learned the four ways to grip a sword.”

Speaking of this, Danji couldn't help but sigh, “If you were a knight, your talent and potential would be enough to be granted the title of an Order Knight in the arena.”

“I don’t want to be a knight.”

Danji had argued with Jeanne about this many times, he knew that arguing would lead to nothing, so he simply dropped the subject.

“Well, originally you had to practice horsemanship and transcendent martial arts on horseback, but you don’t have a horse, and my Black William doesn’t allow anyone else to ride it, so we can only wait for later.”

Danji thought for a while, took out two books from Sangpo's saddlebag, and handed them to Jeanne.

Jeanne took the books in confusion: “This is 《Knight Cyril》? What is this book?”

“Yesterday your breathing technique reached the second stage, this book is a gift I give you.

This is 《Knight Cyril》 with my notes. Although this book is a novel, it is famous for its realistic and detailed war content. I have made notes on the key points.

I know you don’t recognize many words, so the book behind me is an explanation of specialized terms and new words that I have selected from it. If you don’t understand anything, you can ask me, Jeshka, or His Holiness.”

Speaking of this, Danji couldn't help but think of His Holiness the Pope.

He didn't know how their fathers cultivated them. Jeanne learned any knightly martial art as soon as she learned it, and her progress almost never stagnated.

As for His Holiness Horn, he memorized the Elven words for two weeks, and his level was almost catching up with his own.

While learning Elven, Horn was even studying knightly poetry and various grammar, logic, mathematics and other clerical arts.

Not only talent, but also hard work.

He stayed up late every day reading books by candlelight, and he had to put a book by his hand when eating, and did problems until late at night.

Last time Danji prepared to give Horn some guidance on grammar, he found that his homework was filled with long and difficult sentences that he couldn't understand.

“I’m going out for a walk, you continue to practice.”

Pulling Sangpo, Danji's departing figure even looked a little like he was fleeing.

Walking from the monastery to the outside camp, looking around, each ten-household group gathered together to enjoy breakfast.

Although messy, it still had some order, especially their hair, which looked much neater than before.

According to the Papal State's canon law formulated by Horn, male hair must not exceed the eyebrows, and female hair must not exceed the shoulders.

You must wash your face in the morning, and there must be no holes in your clothes. If there are holes, the monastery will provide scrap cloth for free, and lend out needles and thread to patch them.

As long as they are believers of the Papal State, they must get up and assemble when the rooster crows for the third time.

They have to be divided into male camps, female camps, and children's camps to do running exercises for atonement, while running and reciting the precepts along with the leader.

After the running exercises, there is a routine step-by-step prayer and singing hymns. The one who sings the loudest washes his hands and eats first.

After breakfast, according to the arrangements of the various ten-household and hundred-household heads, they engage in a series of tasks such as collecting potato roots, logging, weaving, and feeding livestock.

Lunch is generally not eaten, or they bring their own black bread to pad their stomachs, and they have to sing hymns before eating.

Before dinner, continue step-by-step prayers, plus singing hymns. After dinner, they have to listen to His Holiness the Pope and Gulag's gold medal scripture reciter Armand preach.

After all, the believers in the Gulag Monastery are now in power, either as squad leaders or fellow priests, so they must learn.

Armand often quotes large passages of doctrine and integrates them into daily life events to make it easier for believers to understand.

As for His Holiness the Pope, he is good at telling allegorical short stories, such as Messilah and Saint Bere encountering an old woman on Mount Holy Grail.

The local lion infestation is serious, but she would rather live here with her family than go out, because the rent charged by the knight lords is too heavy.

Messilah sighed that harsh taxes are more ferocious than lions.

Every time he tells such short stories, Horn is vivid and lifelike, as if he was there, and the principles he says are also very reasonable.

Moreover, almost every day, two or three short stories are not repeated, which further consolidates the credibility of his great-grandson.

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After the preaching, a collective prayer is held, and then you can sleep and do whatever you want.

This set of canon law was written by Horn and is called 《Gulag Canon Law - From Waking Up to Sleeping》

However, because the dash is Horn's invention, people often call it the "Hyphen Wake-Sleep Canon Law", abbreviated as 《Hyphen-Sleep Canon Law》

Danji got off his horse and walked through these people, and the villagers gave him friendly smiles.

This Grand Commander was assigned a task of supervising public security by His Holiness the Pope and comes to patrol every day.

In the past, knights would always favor armed farmers and monks, but this one always stood on the side of the public farmers and refugees.

He would even deliberately favor the public farmers.

Armed farmers hated him, but public farmers welcomed him very much.

As he walked along, many public farmers would stand up and invite the knight lord to sit down and eat with them.

However, Danji still declined, he still had to patrol.

After patrolling the camp, he strolled from the camp to the edge of the dirt road.

Danji stopped and sat on a rock.

He stood upright, looking at the muddy dirt road not far away and the Honey River that had basically returned to normal.

Danji's expression did not change, but the wrinkles were filled with sorrow.

The Church's army is coming soon. Logically speaking, he is a knight conferred by the Church and should be loyal to the Church.

But according to his understanding of Archbishop Barnifos, if it is really this boastful master, he will definitely expand the credit.

At that time, two hundred "heretic" heads may not be able to satisfy his appetite.

What's wrong with these civilians?

Stroking the scabbard, Danji rarely relaxed his posture, lay on the stone, and stared blankly at the distant sky above his head.

Just as Danji was about to fall asleep, a deliberately suppressed footstep still woke him up.

“Who!”

“Knight Lord, don’t do anything, it’s me!”

Holding the hilt of the sword at his waist, Danji cautiously examined him.

“I’m a refugee here, just came back from picking firewood.” The man replied with a smile.

Looking this man up and down, Danji didn’t say anything, and directly grabbed his wrist: “Don’t quibble, you spy, come, come with me to see His Holiness the Pope.”

Danji could tell at a glance that he was not a believer of the Gulag Papal State.

Bearded, hair hanging to the chin, dirty face, ragged clothes, and the crotch was open.

Even new refugees must first cut their hair and wash their faces.

Most importantly, now is the afternoon break, dare you say you are picking firewood outside?

Except for the sentries of the Black Hat Army, at this time, no one dares to be outside, don't you want the mobile black flag?

The Highfort spy, with a look of despair, couldn't figure out how Danji recognized him until he was twisted to Horn.