Chapter 615 Moonlight on the Cross-frame
Henderson said he asked Bryson to welcome him, but in fact he asked a few villagers to put Bryson under house arrest.
He was held by armed peasants by the shoulders, and was not even allowed to change his clothes. He was forcibly taken to a hut at the entrance of the village that was used as a sentry to guard against bandits, and sat with the door open.
Pedestrians coming and going can see the awkward Brother Bryson from the door, and see the stormy but empty road at the intersection.
Every time at this time, someone will ask. After some whispering, some will show hesitation, some will not believe it, and most of them will be afraid and angry.
News of the riots and martial law in Mason Parish spread quickly throughout the estate.
Fear, doubt, anger, panic... countless emotions hovered over the manor, mixing with the purple rain clouds, spreading darkness throughout the sky bit by bit.
Until the evening, smoke rises from the chimneys and reaches the bottom of the black clouds. All people's emotions are like exploded clouds, and rain falls from the torn parts of the clouds along with lightning. .
The rain illuminated by lightning twisted like silver between the sky and the earth, as if Anton Wan, the god of thunder in the ancient Norn mythology, was waving a long whip to whip the thatch on the roof and swaying wildly.
In the hut at the entrance of the village, an armed farmer who was also a carpenter worked hard to install wooden windows on the hut.
He turned his head and looked at Bryson huddled in front of the brazier and the three or five villagers who were so persistent that they didn't believe Ansel would summon the army.
"Don't wait, Brother Bryson." The carpenter armed farmer smiled eccentrically, "Your 'saint monk' will not come back. You are different from him. You are yourself. We are all mountain people.
Adrian Knight has prepared ginger soup and hot towels for you in the main house. If you want, just give us a shout and we will take you there.”
Bryson wrapped his clothes tightly: "No need."
"Brother Bryson, we are all old friends. When my son was learning to write, I even gave you a calendar. The carpenter stirred up the brazier sincerely and said sincerely, "The wind and rain are getting stronger and stronger. If it continues like this, even this hut may be blown down.
Brother Ansel obviously got the news and went to move reinforcements under the pretense of getting medicine. Which monk would care about an ugly daughter of a low-blooded mountain man's family? Stop fooling yourself and others. Let's go. "
"No need. "
The moment he said "No need", Bryson regretted a little. What he originally thought in his heart was "Okay," but the moment he said it, it turned into another sentence for some reason.
In the wind and rain, Bryson could no longer hear the sound of spinning in every household. It may have been obscured by the sound of rain, or it may never happen again.
It's a pity.
Looking at the dark red brazier, he didn't even know what he was insisting on.
Bryson actually hated Ansel at first. After all, why does his false conscience have to be so flamboyant?
However, I don’t know since when, Ansel has become Bryson’s pillar of support. He is obviously the older one, but he has to rely on Ansel for everything.
Is it because I am so used to relying on myself that I have even learned to show off that false conscience? If I had known earlier I should have agreed.
"Brother Bryson." The carpenter's ears moved and he pointed to the rumbling sound outside. "Did you hear that sound? That was a mudslide or a landslide erupting somewhere in the mountain. Flash flood.
That Brother Ansel probably won't come back. Otherwise, why don't you come with me to the Knight's Mansion for a sip of ginger soup. "
Bryson was wrapped in a blanket and rocking back and forth. He just lowered his head and muttered something. The carpenter didn't hear it clearly, so he had to ask again: "What did you say? Do you want to come with us? "
"No need. "Screaming "Okay then" in his heart, Bryson still looked down at the brazier and repeated again, "I said, no need! ”
“Bang. "The carpenter spat lividly, turned around and led several other disappointed villagers out of the hut.
Looking at their backs in the rain and the creaking sound of the wooden frame of the hut, Bryson smiled bitterly. , I really learned a bad habit.
With the only remaining hope, he stood by the door frame again. The rain instantly wet his face, but he still tried his best to look into the wind and rain.
Wait...
Bryson blinked, what did he see?
In the apocalyptic wind and rain, in the black fog that obscured the vision, there was actually a dark thing that was constantly moving.
"Ansel, Ansel!" Bryson almost screamed. He pointed at the man in the poncho and shouted incoherently, "It's Ansel, look. Ansel is back! ”
Everyone who had left the hut at the head of the village rushed back, even the sarcastic carpenter.
They stood in the rain, blankly, upright, watching the man swaying back and forth in the swaying rainstorm, but still moving forward firmly.
Bryson didn’t know why, but his throat suddenly choked. He couldn’t say a word, and two hot things came out of his eyes. Ansel's donkey had been blown away by the wind. His face was covered with mud, and his whole body was drenched by the rain. He even lost one of his shoes, and there were several sawdust stuck on the soles of his feet.
Ansel was alone in the rainy night, and there was no sign of any army.
Bryson didn't even care about his hat, strode over, and supported Ansel, who was shaking: "Why are you back at this time?"
"What if you don't come back? You have to do it at any time. Come back, cough cough cough." Ansel choked on the rain and coughed.
Holding Ansel, Bryson walked to the hut at the edge of the village where the fire was lit: "Don't you know what happened in Mason Parish?"
"Yes, there are seven or eight people around. The knights, including several earls, wrote to each other asking for a response from the head monk of the Mason parish. "Ansel staggered on the slippery mud. , "Bishop Madeleine has dismissed the chief monk and taken over our side. I have reported the situation."
"Then why are you coming back?" Because he was supporting Ansel, Bryson was also soaked by the heavy rain. He said with difficulty, "Even the Adrian Knights have jointly declared martial law."
"This is my parish. Where can I go if I don't come back? Besides, I have important things to do." Thinking of this, Ansel, who was originally dazed, suddenly raised his head. He reluctantly pointed to the village, "Go and pull it first." Lore's house."
"Go. Lalor's house? You should take a rest."
"Go to Lalor's house first, so I can save a little time."
Bray. Sen had no choice but to help Ansel and walk towards Lalor's home.
This time the villagers and armed peasants no longer restricted Bryson's actions. They did not speak, they just embraced Ansel and Bryson like stars holding the moon.
When Lalor opened the door, he could hardly recognize the man rolling in the mud.
It wasn't until he could barely see his face clearly through the light in the room that Lalor was shocked: "Brother Ansel, how did you become this? You...are like this now..."
< br>Before Lalor could finish speaking incoherently, Ansel took out a cloth bag from his arms, a clean cloth bag.
Ansel carefully placed the cloth bag on the table and spread it out, revealing three small porcelain bottles with corks.
Unlike the dirt all over his body, this small porcelain bottle is clean and has a little bit of Ansel's body temperature.
Sitting down on the floor of Lalor's house, Ansel gasped: "Allicin, I got it from the still in the church. Feed it to your daughter. One bottle a day will make her sick." It can get better."
"You...I..." Lalor looked at the porcelain bottle in his hand, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.
Ansel couldn't help but cursed: "What are you doing standing there? Hurry up!"
He looked at Ansel blankly for several times, but didn't cry, just closed his eyes. He bowed deeply to Ansel with his mouth closed, then turned around and poured the golden liquid into his daughter's mouth.
It must be said that the germs in this world may not have been abused by all kinds of messy antibiotics.
Even allicin, which is relatively less effective than penicillin, is surprisingly effective, especially in dealing with gastrointestinal bacteria.
After eating only half of the bottle, less than a minute later, the sallow color on Lalor's daughter's face gradually receded, and her breathing became steady.
It wasn’t until the little girl’s face gradually turned rosy that Ansel heaved a sigh of relief and stood up.
But as soon as he stood up, his legs and feet went weak and he almost fell to the ground.
On this trip, he rushed to the church without stopping, collected garlic, started distilling it, wrote a report and a letter of impeachment along the way, and then took the allicin and returned in the heavy rain and flash floods, barely sleeping during the process.
Fortunately, Bryson caught him in advance and prevented Ansel from falling.
After saying hello to Lalor, Ansel walked towards the door with the support of Bryson.
But for some reason, a whole circle of people stood in the yard, including Old Raffer and two armed farmers next door.
Ansel originally asked what you were looking at, but he was too tired, so he just said intermittently: "The Rural Religious Association has declared martial law, and the wool collection may have to be postponed this month. Please be patient, I will Try to adjust as much as possible."
After saying this, he had no other strength and was just supported by Bryson and walked towards the country church.
The villagers surrounded him on three levels in the heavy rain, but they still didn't disperse, just staring at Ansel's leaving figure.
I don’t know if it was an illusion or something, but the rain still hurt my face, but the violent storm seemed to have calmed down. Even the cross-frames of the rural church in the rainy night seemed to reflect the moonlight on the clouds.
(End of this chapter)