Chapter 233: Strange Stories from the Papal State
December 28, 1444 in the Imperial Calendar.
Daze Township, Qiumu Island.
The cold wind penetrated Miterny's clothes from the cuffs, and he couldn't help but shiver.
Following Crispa, they set out from Castle Joan of Arc and passed through the dark wild spider forest. After four days of journey, they finally reached their destination.
"They changed the name of this place to Daze Township?"
"That's right." Sissi said with a smile while greeting people she knew, "otherwise it would always be called Black Bone Swamp, which doesn't sound good."< br>
After nodding in response, Miterny stood at the dock and looked around this small port.
Compared to the port's cargo throughput, this port is really too big, and it will be more than enough to handle three or four times more cargo.
Looking at the lycanthropes who were struggling to move the wood onto the dock, Miterny felt a sense of curiosity in his heart.
These wild and untamable lycanthropes with pagan beliefs, how did this miraculous saint-grandson subdue them?
Eloquent? Or force?
"Sister Sissi!" Amidst the sound of horse hooves, Armand rode from a distance.
Sissi immediately smiled and waved to her companions who had gone through so much hardship: "Here and there."
Armand jumped off the horse, gave Sissi a big hug, and exchanged a few words. Only then did he see the messengers coming behind him.
"Hahaha, I'm sorry. After all, we are companions who have walked the road of blood and sweat together, so I am a little excited." Armand stepped forward, saluted each other with Mitign and others, and introduced himself.
“...I am a great debater from the Holy Fathers. The dean asked me to give you a message. He is training soldiers in the military camp and is a little busy. He wants you to go to the city first and rest. Let’s take a rest and meet again in the afternoon or evening, what do you think?”
This cheerful little priest made a good impression on Mitternich, and his impression of Horn also improved a lot: “Okay, no. The question is, let’s go.”
The group of people mounted their riding horses and headed towards the town.
After walking out of the pier, as the horse team moved forward, everything around them began to become desolate.
Thin white frost sticks to the withered grass blades, and the turbid sunlight slants through the haze, spreading with difficulty on the yellow and black land.
Although the sun shone on his back, Andal couldn't feel much warmth, as if even the sun was swallowed up by the winter chill.
The sparse bushes are swaying in the cold wind, their leaves have long fallen off, leaving only the withered and yellow branches barely surviving.
While riding along the road, Andal saw the fields covered with bubbling mud bogs.
Mitnich pinched his nose. He couldn't stand the stench: "Your Excellency Armand, how long will it take to arrive?"
"Come on, come on." Armand was riding at the front, "Listen, it's the sound of the Para River."
Through a sparse forest, across the renovated path The bridge and a large pile of ruins are hidden behind the bushes.
However, Andal, who was sharp-eyed, still saw the gate of the town among the chaotic ruins.
“I didn’t expect that there would be a relic of the El Empire here.” As a scholar, Martial raised the corners of his mouth, unable to restrain his excitement.
Thomas, the great chanter accompanying him, gave a thumbs up: "I didn't expect you to be quite knowledgeable. Yes, this is proof that our Papal State is the Third Reich of Al."
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Al's Third Reich? Mitnich looked at Sissi with questioning eyes.
"Don't expose it as a cover to deceive those lycanthropes." Covering her mouth with her palms, Sissi lowered her voice.
"Oh oh oh." Miterny suddenly realized, no wonder those beast-turned-people were so obedient.
Andal looked at Thomas' determined eyes and felt something was strange.
Going up the Para River, a group of people came to the two-part door. The ancient El-shaped moldings and strips of indentations suddenly made Martial scream.
"The Corinthian Column, so classic, so classic."
"Rare! So rare! A portrait of Alexandrus the Great in his youth!"
Ninja with Martial While he couldn't help shouting excitedly about the difference, Mitny, who had a certain level of appreciation, focused his attention on the newly built house.
Observing the Ayre-style and classical building in front of him, Mitny felt a little more curious.
What he had to admit was that the streets of this town were really clean, and there wasn't much feces and urine on the streets.
This is even better than Rapid City.
Looking at the public toilets on the roadside and the people with bruises and bruises pushing carts to pick up shit, Mitnich couldn't help but smile.
If there is only one drawback, it is the lack of street trees and green plants in flower beds.
After getting rid of the desolate wasteland and ruins, the smoke of fireworks on the tip of his nose allowed Andal to express a lot of his original depressed mood.
Soon, he saw an interesting scene.
In the open space formed by tall houses, groups of young men wearing thin clothes climbed into carriages in the cold wind and drove towards the wild.
"What is that?" Mitnich also noticed this situation and pointed over there and asked. "Oh, this is the final recruit of our third batch of conscription, and it is also the last conscription. A total of 1,000 command companies have been recruited." Thomas answered immediately.
“How many command companies?”
“1,000 what?”
Andal and Mitnair exclaimed almost simultaneously.
Sissi coughed: "Well, in the system of the Papal State, the establishment of an imperial company, well, is one person."
Mitney and Andal looked at each other. , eyes filled with disbelief.
Knowing that the Salvation Army was founded by farmers, the two of them were prepared for the fact that they were a little unreliable.
But they really didn’t expect it to be so unreliable.
Before Mittern could recover, Andal suddenly stood up on the horse and looked into the distance, frowning.
At a street corner, a dozen lycanthropes with pointed animal ears stood in front of a priest, shouting fiercely.
"What is that?"
"Oh, that's our half-legion of lycanthropes. They missed the recruitment time and are making a fuss." Thomas built an awning with his hands.
Most of these lycanthropes are prisoner-of-war laborers introduced by Horn to build military camps. They want to join the Salvation Army out of simple religious enthusiasm.
Horn is only planning to form a half-legion of lycanthropes. A half-legion consists of 250 lycanthropes.
Their main duty is to fight skirmishes with the obsolete Cannedy-type wind-up muskets and bows and arrows.
"Where are your night guards? Do you want to suppress them? We'll just wait here." Andal reminded kindly.
"It's okay. We'll just ask their Holy Priest to take them away later."
"Holy Priest? What is that?"
"Oh, it's a small sect under the Myrcella Cult. It's mainly a group of southern barbarian lycanthropes. They worship their holy grandson as a god."
"Who do they regard as a god?"
"What do you think of the Saint Sun?"
Mitney and Andal blurted out again in unison.
“No need to be surprised.” Thomas shook the reins and said proudly, “Our Papal State implements a policy of religious tolerance and allows dual faiths.”
What are you proud of?
Mitnich almost blurted out, isn’t this pure heresy?
Andal asked as if he was talking in his sleep: "Then, do the priests have no objection?"
"No, Saint Suntomeng asked Holy Lord Myrcella, Holy Lord I said it myself: OK.”
Looking at the holy priests who were dressed in pagan leather robes and decorated with bone fragments, but had replaced their scepters with crosses, waving their scepters to drive away the beastly people. Mitnich fell completely silent.
"Sissi, are there any surprises that I don't know about?"
"Ahem, oops, we've arrived at the official residence square in the center of Al Town!"
"These things, Did you know that before?”
“Hey, isn’t that the Guel Theater? Let’s look at the church in the distance, my Miterni.”
Looking at Sissi. With his evasive appearance, Mitnich had an estimate in his mind. It was probably because he was afraid that Catherine would completely lose confidence, so he helped Horn and the others hide it.
"Don't look at them like this, they are actually very reliable." Sissi said hurriedly when she saw Mitternich and Andal who looked strange.
"This, that's it." Putting away the sense of disparity on his face, Mittern changed the subject smoothly, "Brother Armand, you'd better take us to see your father as soon as possible, Saint Let’s go.”
“It’s not yet noon, why don’t you go to the industrial area?” Thomas on the side asked confusedly, “There is a wheel-turning machine turned by the invisible hand of the Holy Father. , Guaranteed to shock everyone, it’s amazing.”
Which industrial area are you going to? I guess it's just a bunch of bad blacksmiths and earthen workshops over there.
Returning the Holy Wheel-turning Machine, as for their edict, and the deeds of worshiping the leader as a god, the so-called Holy Wheel-turning Machine, Mitnich estimated that it is a simple hydraulic gear machine.
Anyway, Mitternich and Andal would not believe a word Thomas said.
Looking at the hesitant and helpless expressions of the two of them, Armand stopped Thomas who was still trying to persuade him, and said with a smile:
“Since you two want to see His Majesty so much, why not let Mr. Martial went to the industrial area to have a look. How about you two come with me to the military camp to meet His Majesty?”
Mitny looked at Martial: “Do you think this arrangement is okay?”
"Absolutely." Martial said cheerfully without any airs, "I was just going to see the world."
(End of this chapter)