Chapter 148 The most magnificent, moving, heroic and glorious
Garris pushed open the door of his study room, and there was a slight creaking sound, bringing with it the aroma of old paper pages.
The setting sun shot in through the narrow window and slanted into the study. In the corner of the study, a slender figure sitting on a bench caught his attention.
She was slightly thin, wearing a simple white robe, and her soft brown hair shone a light golden red in the sunlight.
The breeze blew through her hair through the half-open door, moving the few strands of hair, as if the shimmer of golden threads was flowing in her ears.
Isabella just waited quietly, and she didn't smile until she looked at Garris.
Gareth's class does not end in one session. In fact, it will last for a week, teaching to various groups of people in the territory.
In addition to the commanders of the army, Garris also had to face the imams, the knights who first came to Arnon with him, and the village representatives of the Franks and Muslims...
Each of these lectures gave real examples from the past.
Isabella had naturally heard it many times, but she always felt that there were some questions that needed to be answered.
For this reason, after seeing Garris that day, he asked bluntly: "Don't you think what you said is too straightforward?"
Today, Isabella, although she still has short hair, can no longer hide her gender.
Of course, this does not mean that she has become more graceful, but that she has become more confident and better at expressing her thoughts intuitively.
"Straightforward?" Garris didn't realize what Isabella meant for a moment.
"I mean, farmers actually don't care about past history, but now you repeatedly emphasize it. Wouldn't this make them realize things they don't know?"
Isabella would not say these words outside. When facing other people, she would uphold a cautious attitude in her words and deeds to avoid being made a fuss by interested people or causing any bad signs.
Only when she was alone with Garris could she speak out her hidden worries without restraint.
"Isa, have you ever considered this question?" After saying this, Garris also sat on the long wooden bench, shoulder to shoulder with the girl, letting the other girl lean on her.
"Huh?"
"History cannot be covered up. Today's farmers don't know and don't care. That's because the pressure of life forces them to have no energy to look back on the past."
"But, when the kingdom of heaven is approaching, when the people on this land are no longer hungry, when they have the opportunity to learn their own national script."
"They will open those dusty history books and learn about past events from the written records of their predecessors."
"But who wrote those historical books? They were written by priests like Pope Urban II and Islamic scholars who had witnessed the Holocaust. Their words must be full of hatred."
The girl held Garris's right arm, put her head on Garris' shoulder, and listened attentively in silence.
"What will happen then? It is clear that the kingdom of heaven is approaching, but the ethnic groups regard each other as enemies. Those who died live in the hearts of future generations, driving future generations to kill each other again because of the papers left by their predecessors. .”
"Once the vendetta between ethnic groups rises again, it will definitely never end. By then, even the door to heaven that has just been opened to the crack will be closed due to the endless war on the earth."
"Can we cover up history? Outside the tiny Kingdom of Jerusalem, there are tens of millions of people recording history, so history will not be forgotten, but those who write history will add their own hatred to it."
"Therefore, before the historical views of figures like Pope Urban II are instilled in the minds of the people, I want to tell them the historical truth."
Listening to Garris's words, Isabella muttered one word slightly: "The truth..."
Is there really any historical truth?
For someone like Isabella, who was born in the royal family, she naturally knew how the king would manipulate the so-called history of dressing up.
"In my opinion, it is not an ethnic conflict at all. During the entire Crusade, what kind of people died the most?!"
"Is it the princes, feudal lords, Islamic sultans or emirs?"
"It is the poor who are encouraged by the Pope to embark on a hopeless journey, the poor who have no hope of holding on in the city of Jerusalem."
"I think it would be shameless if we don't make the poor rich and don't remove the cross they carry."
"Because the feudal lords, sultans, emirs and tax collectors are the best at killing the poor."
"The desires of the poor in life are just to eat their own dry bread, to be in the fields next to their own sheep, or to have a good sleep in their own shabby houses." "Whether they are Christians or Muslims, only these poor people After realizing who is driving them to kill each other, they point the finger at the sinners and shed their blood for each other, so that they can understand each other. ”
"Hate forged with blood, only blood can cleanse it."
Listening to Garris's words, Isabella naturally understood what Garris meant.
Farmers don't care about history, just because they don't have the energy to look back at the past. However, when they have a chance to read a book after eating, things will become different.
Garris needed to give an account that was completely different from the priests' records, so that the peasants could point their dissatisfaction to the sky rather than to each other's neighbors.
"Isa, time is running out. Regarding the establishment of Arnon County, we need to speed up the progress. After I leave here, let old John be the county guard. If you help him more, Simon will be the Paladin. Act as the leader of the cult.”
"Yeah."
The girl's subtle reply was mixed with a hint of reluctance. But she knew one thing: Garris could not become a king giving orders.
Gareth is a prophet.
The king relies on his power and army to issue decrees from a high position and drive his subjects to obey him.
But a prophet is different from a king. A prophet wants to spread God's will to all directions and integrate himself into the sea of poor people. It is the prophet who sacrifices himself and sets an example, and only after he gets the spontaneous support of the people can he set off a huge wave. Huge waves.
Jesus traveled throughout Palestine, the apostle Paul traveled through the Roman Empire, and Muhammad went to Medina...
Because of this, although there are many kings recorded in history books, when their kingdoms were destroyed, they were easily forgotten by the world.
But the thoughts left by the prophet can be passed down in people's hearts from generation to generation.
“The first Christians actually came from the lowest strata of society: they were the poor, the expelled from their homes, the condemned, they were slaves, freedmen deprived of all rights, and bankrupted by the weight of debt. Small yeoman farmer ”
"I want Christianity to return to its roots, to its most magnificent, moving, heroic and glorious history."
The girl could only whisper encouragement. There was no way she could tie this man to her side.
"It will definitely succeed."
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When Leonard's troops passed in front of the town of Alhadi, Garris already knew that the war had begun and that there was not much time left for him.
If he wants to seize this window period for rapid development, he must leave the Arnon Valley area, but before that, the territory of the Arnon Valley is still missing the last piece of the puzzle - the central authority of the Arnon Valley.
Gairis cannot turn himself into a "man of unlimited power" like the sultans of this era.
The so-called "unlimited power" is just a claim. Their laws cannot be enforced, their will cannot be implemented, and the world has become their playground. However, not many people will obey a "child" from the bottom of their hearts. command.
There is no such thing as unreasonable loyalty or inexplicable confusion in this world.
Whatever is gained must be lost.
In addition, Garris needs to continue to preach, and he will go to the front lines of faith one after another, and it is impossible to stay in his hometown and command from a distance.
Garris needs a political system that can still function without him.
If the traditional feudal order is based on top-down enfeoffment, then Garris needs to change from top-down to bottom-up.
In the feudal order, there was a king first, and then the land was entrusted to high-ranking nobles, and then the high-ranking nobles entrusted the land to lower-ranking nobles.
Each enfeoffment meant that the lower-level nobles provided soldiers and paid taxes in return for the land given by the upper-level nobles.
In the new system constructed by Gehrys, it is exactly the opposite.
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