Chapter 130 Monsters in the Mine

The night was dark and the moon and stars were sparse.

Cathedral of the Holy Sepulchre.

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 embark on the Stations of the Cross, which is the way Jesus carried the cross and was tortured.

Near the tall circular dome, there is a narrow window, which casts some starlight, which happens to shine on the shrine with the statue of Jesus in the prayer room.

The white candles reflected the reliefs on the walls that had become mottled and blurred over time, like a resurrected sacredness.

Medieval churches were not as splendid as those after the Renaissance, and often looked relatively simple.

Looking at Prajna who had put on the veil, only her eyes were still showing her beauty, Archbishop William looked embarrassed and whispered in Lothar's ear:

"My Lord Earl, you are the first man to bring his female family here to spend the night and keep the rules, but please remember that this is the tomb of the Holy Son and a sacred place. You must not do any blasphemous behavior here!"

Lothar understood his thoughts and smiled: "Don't worry, I am a devout believer and will never act recklessly in this sacred place.

Moreover, this lady is definitely not my mistress, but my bodyguard. She has made great achievements on the battlefield. The pagans are afraid of her. Many knights who have fought alongside her call her respectfully. For 'Iron Knight'. "

"You can verify this by asking any knight who participated in the Battle of Kaleborg."

Archbishop William was stunned: "Are you serious, Earl?"

"certainly!"

Archbishop William looked at Prajna up and down and said with emotion: "It seems that I have misunderstood. In the holy place of Jerusalem, some miracles always happen. Even the beautiful and brave female knights 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 have no confidence in the security of the Cathedral of the Holy Sepulchre."

William was speechless.

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

During this time, he was quite worried about this.

On the one hand, the matter of "miracles" and "sacred objects" has been reported to the Papal City, and it is too late to withdraw it.

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 didn't dare to make it public, so he had to cover it up.

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

Someone noticed something was wrong, so he claimed that the werewolf corpse had shrunk during the tanning process.

In short, this matter was just blurred by him.

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

Archbishop William said with some embarrassment: "He was sent to the countryside a few days ago. A knight wanted to accept him as a squire. His parents would rather let him become a knight than a priest."

"I see!"

Lothar looked astonished. In fact, no one knew whether the clerk was killed by Archbishop William as an insider.

"Tomorrow morning, I will say a Holy Mass for you. At that time, I will prepare unleavened bread for you as the Holy Communion. Before that, you need to fast for one night."

Under normal circumstances, fasting needs to last for one day and one night. Archbishop William is obviously showing his kindness to Lothar.

boom--

The door was closed by the departing Archbishop William.

In a quiet room.

There were only two people left, looking at each other, and even the slightest breathing could be heard clearly.

Lothar came to the shrine and sat on the ground. He originally wanted to have a good sleep, but he never thought that the sleeping conditions tonight would be worse than living in a tent during the march.

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

The piety only lasted for a minute, and Lothar was defeated by the silent boredom. He asked: "Prajna, have you brought paper and pen?"

"Um."

"I have a new story. Listen to it and copy it for me in Latin. I plan to print it out and sell it. That set of Witchers made me a lot of money."

Prajna's eyes were slightly bright, and she nodded: "Okay."

"What's the name of this story?"

Lothar thought for a moment and replied: "Song of Winter and Fire."

Yogurtsburg, Sego village.

It was dark.

The miners gathered in the shack above the newly opened iron mine.

They each held a piece of dry, hard black bread in their hands, tore it apart with their hands, and ate with the pea soup on their plates.

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

There was a dark-faced man who wiped the plate with the last piece of bread, picked up a pea, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it.

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

In fact, you can still eat meat, which is fish caught from the Jordan River, but in this era, fish is not classified as meat.

During fasting, many nobles would eat sea fish instead of meat.

A young man with a typical Saracen appearance replied in fluent Germanic: "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 'unbeliever's tax'! It seems that you can pay a lot less food in a year."

In the six villages affiliated with Yogurtsburg, the relationship between Christians and pagans is relatively harmonious.

Although in most rural areas, Christians and pagans are still in a state of estrangement, there are countless cases of intermarriage between people in the same village.

The young man was a little troubled: "That's what I say, but I don't feel that life has become much easier. Mr. Ali in the village not long ago levied a Saladin tax and took away the last bag of grain I saved at home. , it is said that it is used by the knight master of Sego Village to maintain weapons and armor and hire guards."

If Hans heard this, he would definitely cry out.

Heavenly Father, he has never even been to Sego Village, let alone told the tax collector that an additional Saladin tax will be levied.

Lothar also did not issue an order to impose this additional tax.

One can only imagine whose hands the food fell into.

There was silence among the companions.

This topic is still quite sensitive among them.

Because of their beliefs, the two groups are treated differently, but the unbeliever tax is not so high that these pagans need to pretend to convert and repent later.

The Saracen young man also realized that he had said something embarrassing and quickly changed the subject: "I actually met the lord. Not long ago, he led a large group of cavalry and passed by the village. He was wearing a jacket inlaid with golden silk threads. He was wearing a cloak, a golden crown on his head, and a sharp sword at his waist. He was the most handsome and majestic man I had ever seen."

"Yes, I saw it too!"

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

"Oh my god, can the lord handle so much alone?"

"Of course, no problem! The lord once fought one against a hundred on the battlefield, but what does it mean 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 A full thirty silver dinar coins.”

There was a hint of longing on the face of the Saracen miner: "It would be great if I could also become a hussar."

"Haha, stop dreaming. You can't even ride a donkey, and you're still a heretic. You will never pick up a sword and serve the lord in your life."

The Saracen young man sighed: "That's true."

Someone next to him said: "If you can be favored by Lord Mallus, it would be a good thing to take him to the blacksmith shop in the castle and become his apprentice."

"Yes, Lord Mallus may be a bit strict, but he is definitely a good person."

At this time, the ground suddenly shook.

Gravel and gravel rolled down the slope.

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

"Run quickly!"

"This is an earthquake!"

But they couldn't get very far.

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

Half of the Saracen young man's body was pressed under the stone. He looked behind him with fear, and saw the monster with a ferocious head covered in pitch-black scales.

Monster!

This is definitely a monster!

The black-scaled monster is like a huge lizard, with a crown of sharp horns on its head. Its thick limbs are on the ground, crawling slowly, leaving deep footprints.

A bloody mouth quickly enlarged in front of his eyes.

His world was completely plunged into darkness.