Chapter 531 Calming the Violent Spirit (Thirteen)

Father Carman had some new questions that needed to be answered by the old man Hurd.

Watching Carman's figure disappear behind the curtain, Winters let out a long breath and fell onto the camp bed tiredly, but accidentally moved the injured part of his eye, and tears began to flow uncontrollably from his left eye again.

The sun was setting in the west, and the light from the skylight would no longer fall on the ground.

The side tent seemed to have become a cave where humans lived in ancient times. It was small, dim, and isolated from the world, which made people instinctively feel safe.

Winters lay in this small felt tent, staring at the changing clouds in the skylight, thinking silently.

As a frequent visitor with injuries, Winters did not need a doctor to estimate the time required for the eye injury to heal:

Pain, about a week to ease;

Bruise, about two weeks to subside;

Self-esteem... has almost recovered.

Overall, it was a small victory to exchange pain, bruises and self-esteem for the confession of a certain priest.

If they could take this opportunity to bring the Reformed Order to the surface, it would undoubtedly be a great victory.

To hide one person, they silenced an entire monastery - the ruthless methods of the Reformed Order still make Winters feel like a thorn in his side.

Winters has always hated secret societies, because from the day he stepped out of the ivory tower, boarded the Skua, and stepped into the vast world, none of the underground groups he came into contact with did good things, and none of them left a good impression on him.

Not to mention, as a defender and beneficiary of the orthodox social order, it is normal for him to dislike groups and associations that erode public power.

So rather than letting the Reformed Order continue to hide in the dark and feeling like a thorn in his side when he thought of the Reformed Order, Winters had to drag the Reformed Order out of the shadows anyway.

Getting punched for this is really nothing.

Even if Carman wanted to pursue the beauty of symmetry, he could smile and extend the right half of his face to Carman to hit him.

But when it comes to the wilderness, the tribes, and the Huds, the situation becomes complicated.

If everything is really as Carman speculated - Arius has been spreading in the wilderness for hundreds or even thousands of years, and the "church" has survived to this day.

Then the beliefs of the Huds today must have more or less mixed in some things of the "One Church".

The evidence is that the Wendor people in the palace tent not only did not show general hostility towards foreign missionaries and "distant relatives" who converted to Catholicism, but some people showed full respect.

This means that not only do they not regard the old man as "others", they don't even have the idea that "he may be another", and naturally regard the old man's beliefs as the same as the beliefs they brought from their mother's womb.

Of course, there may be...more or less...a little difference...

But it is still the same thing - after all, no matter how different it is, it will not be more "different" than the various tribes.

Winters pondered: "Although the current Hud people will undoubtedly be regarded as 'pagans', if a Hud person has unknowingly accepted some doctrines, does it mean that he is naturally more likely to accept other doctrines? Or even formally convert?

"Or will they hate each other more because they are similar or not similar enough?

"If it continues to develop, will the Hud Wasteland become the next Northland?"

Thinking of the possibility that the Hud Wasteland could become the next Northland, and the possibility that all the Hud people could convert, Winters' heart was filled with complex and strange emotions.

Disgust, curiosity, confusion, indifference, surprise, indifference...all kinds of colors took turns to dominate.

Because this matter is too important.

It is so important that his little entanglement with the Reformed Order is not worth mentioning compared to this major event that can affect the fate of tens of millions of people.

But he also understands that the influence he can exert on this is very limited-at least for now.

He was lying on a simple camp bed in a small felt tent, but he seemed to be in a big river.

Behind him, rolling in from the past, is the thousand-year missionary work of the Arians.

In front of him, rolling into the future, is the soul of the Hud people, who don't know where they will go.

People always instinctively think that they are at the end of time, and that everything they see in the world will continue to exist in the future.

Just like when the ancient empire sipped wine in the magnificent bath palace, they thought that the empire would last forever, just like the bath built on a whole piece of granite under them.

But today we know that the wine of the ancient empire was lead poisoned, the remains of the bath are still there, but the empire has disappeared. And one day, even the granite under the bath will weather and disintegrate and turn into dust.

In the repeated falls, Winters has gradually learned to look at the world with a dynamic perspective.

Today's enemies may become tomorrow's comrades;

Today's partners may become tomorrow's opponents;

Today's thousand-year-old city, which is full of luxury and prosperity, may turn into a sea of ​​fire one day;

Today's Hud people are "barbarians", "pagans", and people who are not regarded as "people" by some people. Maybe one day they will become part of the alliance, but they may never accept the alliance or be accepted by the alliance.

Just like they may continue to maintain their current beliefs, or they may convert as a whole tribe like the northern countries.

But when all that happens, the people today may no longer be there.

But on the other hand, just because people today can't see it doesn't mean it won't happen in the future.

Winters shook his head and floated up from the long river of time.

He didn't think about what would happen after death, and he didn't think about where the Hud people would go in the future.

He refocused his attention on the present, on this moment, and on thinking about the question of "what impact the existence of the Arian sect might have on the new land outside."

He found that he needed more information.

Because he was now like a commander who knew nothing about the enemy.

How much influence did the Arian sect have in the Hud tribes and in the new land outside?

Did the Reformed Order interfere with the Arian sect?

If so, what was their purpose?

If not, how would the Catholic Church react after Kaman reported the situation to the College of Cardinals?

The soldier's instinct reminded him that he had to collect more intelligence, the more the better.

There might be a battle, or there might not be a battle, but only by scouting out more enemy information could he win when the battle came.

And he needs more help.

At this moment, Winters missed Brother Reed very much. If the old man was still alive, he would definitely scold him with a smile, and then analyze the situation and give him advice.

However, Brother Reed was no longer there. Thinking of this, Winters felt a little sad.

On the other hand, Kaman...

Kaman!

Winters was furious when he thought of Kaman.

"Kaman, this guy!" Winters thought angrily: "He always hides things and refuses to say anything!"

Winters jumped up from the camp bed and prepared to find Kaman.

However, he thought for a while and lay back down.

"It's not dark yet, it's not convenient to see people." Winters gently rubbed his swollen eyes and thought: "Let's wait until Kaman comes back."

Just as Winters was preparing to "feel the beauty of symmetry", Pierre's voice came from outside the tent door.

"Sir." Pierre's voice was polite and cold: "Sir Yahaqi wants to see you."

[The Romans and the Baths are partly quoted and rewritten from [The Three-Body Problem 3 Death's End]]

[Because now everything is published on a scheduled basis, it is not like writing and publishing at the same time, so it is changed to explain in the author's words, please forgive me]

[Original text: The historical significance of the fall of Constantinople was revealed a long time later. When it happened, the first thing people thought of was that the Roman Empire had finally disappeared completely. Byzantium was a thousand-year-old rut left behind by ancient Rome. Although it had been glorious, it finally evaporated like a water stain under the scorching sun. Back then, the ancient Romans whistled in the magnificent bath palace, thinking that the empire was like the bath under them, built on a whole piece of granite and would last forever. Now people know that there is no banquet that will not end, and everything has an end. ]

[Even if I have forgotten many plots of the Three-Body Problem, the author still remembers this paragraph firmly]