Chapter 36 I don’t have that kind of worldly desire
The high castle in early September still contains some heat from August, and this heat also dissipated along with the rolling floods.
Downstream from the Honey River, there are two branches.
The Colo River heads west to Longsandshire, and the Silver Grass River crosses Lower Rivershire and rejoins the Nauan River.
At the junction of Si'an Mountain and King's Avenue, there is a raised flat-topped hill, which is called Angel Terrace.
On Angel Terrace, on the bank of the Silver Grass River, is High Castle, the capital of Upper River County and the seat of the cathedral of Upper River Monastery.
A cluster of red-roofed houses, a ten-story whitestone tower, a tree-lined avenue with parked carriages, and ziggurats everywhere.
Among them, the golden cross on the church vault is the most dazzling.
Although most of Upper Rivershire has been flooded, there is no tension in the streets of High Castle.
The people of Gaobao are not afraid of floods, not only because Gaobao stands on a high platform in the river bend, but also because the hedge weirs upstream will guide the floods in other directions.
On the gravel-paved streets of Gaobao, citizens are still chatting, monks are still hurrying past holding scriptures, and vendors are still pushing carts through the streets.
The only difference is that outside the high castle, there are more and more ragged refugees and refugees.
“Squeak—squeak—”
Close the stained glass window and shut out the Xia Chan’s death struggle.
Priest Bernard, the secretary of the High Castle Church, listened carefully for a while, making sure that he would not disturb the prayer of High Castle Bishop Barnifus in the prayer room, and then knocked lightly on the door.
"Wait a moment."
Barneyforth's gentle and kind voice came from inside the door.
Holding the scroll in his hand, Bonad had no complaints and waited patiently at the door for almost ten minutes.
A cheerful sigh came from the door, followed by another rustling sound.
The door opened and the young nun walked out of the room, her reddish-brown hair stuck to her flushed face with sweat.
The nun nodded shyly and friendly to Bonnard, and Bonnard pointed at her red lips in a friendly manner, reminding her that there were still white marks on the corners of her mouth that had not been wiped clean.
After the nun left, Bonade immediately walked into the prayer room and carefully closed the door.
The prayer room is not big, with only two small windows. The dim candlelight makes everything appear blurry, even the huge icon in the center of the room looks eerie.
Archbishop Barnifus of High Castle is currently standing in front of the icon of Messiah, still reflecting on the inner peace and relief after praying.
Barney Forth looks to be in his forties, but he has short white hair. He has no beard, but there is a green mark around his mouth.
The simplest linen robe worn by the archbishop did not have a trace of pattern decoration, and the chest was not like the silver chain crossbar worn by other bishops, but an oak crossbar worn with thin strings.
Perhaps due to too much stroking, the bottom end of the oak frame was rubbed until it became rounded and resembled a drop of water.
"How's it going?" Barneyforth had a gentle smile on his face.
"Your Excellency Barnifus, there is news from Feiliubao that Dean Juanno has been tried by the church and now faces 4 heresy rulings and 91 heretical rulings, but Dean Juanno None are present.
But if he hides in his base in Kasha County, no one can take action against him unless he wants to cause a civil war between the Holy See and the Order.”
"Well, it's really disgraceful for an abbot to face so many accusations. Why can't we sit down and talk about it?" Barneyforth shook his head slightly, looking pitiful.
“I am afraid that the conflict between the two Excellencies cannot be resolved by sitting down and talking.
If Mr. Constance agrees to Mr. Juanno’s request, countless priests will ask for it. Point your nose at him and scold him.
His family will be embarrassed, disgraced and ridiculed locally. At least in his hands, he will not let Juano's proposal pass. " Bernard shook his head with a wry smile.
Juano’s proposal is actually very simple.
First, deprive some imperial nobles of their privileges in the Qianhe River Valley. Regardless of whether they are from the Qianhe River Valley, they are all equal. There should be no commercial exemptions or amnesties.
Second, Qianhe Valley priests are allowed to be promoted to the level of bishop. So far, no Qianhe Valley native has reached the level of priest or priest.
Third, the place where Shelly, the saint of Shelley City, was martyred, is designated as one of the pilgrimage sites to facilitate the pilgrimage of the people of Qianhe River Valley. However, no matter which item it is, it involves the interests of a large number of imperial nobles and priests.
As for Juanno's response, he mobilized public farmers and refugees. They spontaneously went up the mountain, held sacraments on the mountain, and even began to secretly assassinate nobles and armed forces. Farmer.
This resulted in a large amount of agricultural land being abandoned, and the refugees spontaneously set up camps in the mountains to cultivate new fields.
No matter what, as long as these refugees do not openly conflict and do not really harm the lives of nobles at the level of bishops and counts, the Holy See will most likely not take action.
After all, the order is also part of the church, and Juanno is a monk with a very high status in the order system.
The red-coated gentlemen in the Holy City are also afraid that the great schism between the northern and southern churches of hundreds of years ago will occur again.
“Well, Your Excellency Constance, you are obviously a monk, why are you still thinking about family affairs? I don’t have that kind of worldly desire.”
After continuing to sigh for a while, Barneyforth continued to ask: "Are the rabbits we raised still healthy?"
"One of the three litters of rabbits we raised was flooded, and we have not been able to contact them yet.< br>
One brood has been successfully harvested and will be sent to High Castle soon.
Another brood ran down the mountain and ate up all the grass in a village, leaving only one small grass alive. "
"Oh, that's so unfortunate, Madam, Madam, unlucky." Barneyforth drew the word "宮" on his forehead. "In that case, let's send the child to the Children's Crusade. .”
"Yes."
"When will the new batch of rabbit meat arrive? After a while, I will receive a distinguished guest, and rabbit meat will be a good dish."
"It will definitely arrive tomorrow."
"Well, let's prepare another barrel of blue blood wine from the warehouse. This is from last year. It is very fresh. The taste is different from ordinary blue blood wine." Nifus seemed to have drunk blue blood wine, with an expression of enjoyment on his face.
But Bonade felt a little nauseous.
Barneyforth stepped forward, took the scroll from Bonade's hand, spread it out on the table, and started reading one scroll after another.
His eyes were clear and he was extremely fast. He quickly flipped through all the scrolls and left brief comments.
Inserting the quill back into the ink bottle, Barneyfors tapped his temple and chuckled: "I am old and my memory has declined. Bonad, you have checked the matter about Durdafo. "
"I was just about to tell you that the Shadowless Men just came back this morning. The Gulag Monastery was indeed occupied by the rebels. Father Durdafo's life and death are unknown, but they, it seems, themselves. Nominated a pope?"
"A pope? My Myrcella! I'm so stupid!" Barneyforth couldn't help but smile, "Sometimes, I am. I really don’t know what new surprises these Qianhegu people can come up with for me...new tricks!”
Bonade bowed and packed up the scrolls and stood aside again: "Then, we..."
"Of course we will send troops to suppress it. These secret party rebels want to give me such a big gift. Why should I Don't you want to keep it?" Barneyforth stood up and walked back and forth on the Western-style Beis carpet.
Bonade stood aside quietly, waiting for Barneyforth's reply.
"In this way, when the water recedes a little, we don't need to remove too many people. Just two teams of armored sergeants and fifty night guards will be enough. Another hundred peasant soldiers and migrant militiamen will be captured."
As the saying goes, spend money wisely. If too many people are sent out, it will cost a lot and the banquet will be difficult to hold.
Barneyforth pulled out a piece of white paper, quickly wrote a few lines on it, signed his name, and handed it to Bernard.
"You take this transfer order to the militia captain Quincy. Oh, remember to spread the word and say that there are tens of thousands of people in this secret party, and I, the noble and humble sinner Barney Foss will attack him personally and kill him!"
"How can you personally..."
"Bonnade, you are a smart young man with such a noble body! , Just because I’m fighting in person doesn’t mean I’m going to the battlefield.
Let Quincy bring my flag and let the citizens see my bravery. Who cares whether I really go or not?” br>
PS There will be another chapter tonight, a little later.
ps2 Note that the Messiah religion in this book is a completely fictional religion and does not have any realistic prototypes. Please do not take it for granted.
(End of this chapter)