Chapter 343 The Swinging Kush Knight
Heitao Town is only more than twenty miles away from Sour Gua Town, but its scale is much smaller than Sour Gua Town, with only a thousand people in the entire town.
This town is basically an industrial town like Mayo Town, and its main source of income is the black clay on the edge of Black Pottery Town.
This high-quality pottery clay can produce very beautiful pottery and tableware. The pottery in several nearby villages and towns is basically made by Black Pottery Town.
On the edge of Heitao Town, there is a small courtyard that was dilapidated and renovated.
It lay quietly on the desolate land, surrounded by a high wall made of rough stones.
Moss and weeds grow in the gaps, and the hot air seems to be boiling in a pot in the sealed courtyard.
The Kush knights sat around the table, drinking the cold water from the well thirstily, drinking the beer they bought, and hiding in the shade of the trees to enjoy the coolness.
Such treatment to the knights must be regarded as abuse, but the Kush knights are happy with it.
The reason is very simple, happiness comes from comparison.
While the other Farlan and Leia knights had to farm all day on a hot day, they only had to work for half a day before returning to the yard to rest.
On this hot day, several young Kush knights were lying on the wall, looking out against the bright sun.
When they saw the Fran Knights and Leia Knights digging in the soil under the hot sun with ropes tied around their necks, soaked and panting, they were overjoyed.
“It’s so happy, it’s so happy.”
Perini still remembers the day when he was divided into groups. He was deeply impressed that day, it was so fun.
Other knights who originally looked down on Cushites constantly tried to prove that they were Kush knights in order to avoid being dragged to the public trial of the Ordinary Assembly.
They cried and reported to each other that some people were of impure blood or were pretending to be Kushites.
The people who did these things before were often Kush people.
Many of these so-called "Flan Knights" and "Leia Knights" are Kush knights who were later Frankized and Leia-ified.
Three generations back, they must be pure Kushites.
Although Perini worriedly believed that this was alienating the knights, he had to admit that this trick was indeed very effective.
Under the preferential treatment and publicity of the Salvation Army, these young Kush knights all showed their favorable impression of the Salvation Army.
Of course, preferential treatment is only based on the premise that they are not guilty.
Previously, a certain Kush knight with many crimes was taken to a public trial and beheaded.
However, compared to those foreign French knights, the Kush nobles and the local Kush civilians are in the same boat. They are related to each other and share the same culture, so the oppression is not cruel.
When the soldiers dressed in black spoke in Kush dialect, there was an inexplicable sense of intimacy between the two sides.
Not only that, Perini admitted from the bottom of his heart that the monster Horn did have some strength, and the soldiers of the Salvation Army were indeed more qualified than those in Jinhe Township. He was not praising the Salvation Army.
Before, they asked the jailer in black (the black hat army) who was guarding them to help buy wine. They deliberately gave him more money to prevent him from peeing in the wine unwillingly or secretly.
But unexpectedly, the Black Hat Army bought quite good wine and even gave them change.
They calculated things over and found that they were right. The Salvation Army had not pocketed a penny.
Different from what they thought, these Salvation Army are really that kind, that kind of rare kind, how should I put it?
At that time, Pelini gave a word that he had not said for a long time-"good person".
“Are you a good person?” Perini lowered his head, as if questioning and rhetorical.
"Coming, coming." A young Kush knight lying on the wall jumped to the ground and rushed to the door of the small courtyard.
After a while, the two black hat soldiers at the door opened the door and let Enrico in.
When Enrico entered, he was still warmly inviting the black hat soldier at the door: "Zandros, Anon, come in and have a drink?"
The black hat soldier standing guard shook his head shyly: "No, you will be punished for drinking while on guard."
"Your officers are really strict." With a click of his tongue, Enrico walked into the small courtyard with high spirits.
Unlike these knights under house arrest, Enrico worked hard for three months, farmed the land very well, and helped the Salvation Army persuade them to surrender on the battlefield.
In recognition of his merits, Horn released some of his rights and hired him as an agricultural consultant at the Holy Hoe Monastery, allowing him to move freely to a certain extent.
Count Enrico's education is indeed much higher than those of them.
He knows a lot about the agricultural knowledge of manor management.
When others ask, he will also proudly say: "Go to Jinhe Township and ask about whose manor and fields harvest the most every year... Oops..."
But every time The first time this topic was mentioned, Enrico would clutch his chest with heartache in the end, thinking of his own manor and fields that had been divided. However, three months of hard work smoothed away his few edges and he accepted his current fate.
Looking at his cousin who was also a member of the Alco family, Perini found helplessly and sadly that two of the three earls of the Alco family were already gathered in the small courtyard.
Behind Enrico, there were several people wearing bishop's uniforms, but they were communicating with the black hats at the door, seemingly asking about their recent performance.
"Your wine...your paper and pen...your ointment..." As soon as he entered the door, Enrico began to distribute various purchasing materials to these relatives and friends.
But when Perini took over the "Holy Book of the War Monks" that Enrico had purchased for him, his keen eyes discovered something in Enrico's pocket.
“Wait!” Pelini grabbed Enrico’s wrist.
"Huh? What's wrong?"
Pelini didn't say much, but took out a few pieces of paper from his pocket and asked in disbelief: "Did you buy a jihad bond?"
< br>Enrico asked inexplicably: "I don't know. They said they could make money, so I bought it."
Perini was completely speechless.
You, a prisoner of war, went to buy bonds that bet on the enemy's victory and your own loss. What on earth do you want to do?
Here Perini was in a mixed mood, and over there Enrico was surrounded by knights.
“How much can this bond earn in a month?”
“Currently, the highest price is only a 20 dinar face value bond with a price of 10 dinars, but it has an annual interest rate of 7%. The same It can be used to purchase auction assets."
"Uncle Enrico, did you buy the "Saint Sun Expedition" I asked you to buy last time?"
"I don't think so. Forgot, here you go.”
Perhaps the previous scene of the French knights competing to become Kush knights gave these Kush youths too much inner stimulation.
They all showed faint signs of "rebellion".
The previous Kush knights were squeezed out and made things difficult for them by the foreign knights. They were obviously knights, but they lived like large armed peasants.
These Kush knights are all young men, and they are already holding back a sense of dissatisfaction.
When the Salvation Army got it, this dissatisfaction completely broke out.
They chatted every day, often talking about "Kush people will not fight Kush people", "Kush people's lives are also fate", "Kush people must have their own pope."
You know, the upper echelons of the Qianhe Valley Church They are all Farrans, Leians and even Aiel and Norns, but there is no Kushite.
Looking at the Salvation Army and the Papal Kingdom of Saint-Sunna, Saint-Sunna herself is a Kushite, five of the six archbishops are Kushites, and nine of the ten legion commanders are Kushites.
Every pig knows who to defect to has greater prospects.
But the problem is that these farmers have an inexplicable hatred for the knights and will take away the fields that originally belonged to them. This is what the young knights are more worried about.
"Ahem..." While Enrico was distributing the items, a priest with a resolute expression took Enrico's shoulders and walked to Pelini.
Enrico immediately cleared his throat: "Let me introduce to you, this is the Cardinal of the Papal State, the Archbishop of White Sands, the Archbishop of Madeleine Wiggin."
< br>The knights immediately stood up in unison, put down the objects in their hands, and saluted Madeleine in a unified posture.
“You’re welcome, you’re welcome.” Madeleine spoke in the Cush dialect they were familiar with, which made the original fear on the faces of the Kush youths dissipate a lot.
Madeline looked at Perini with a smile.
Pelini knew immediately that the drama was coming.
Accompanied by Enrico, the two walked into a secluded cabin.
"We may hate each other, but we also need each other." Madeleine started by pointing out the topic without too much nonsense. The corner of her mouth curved into a polite arc, "Your Majesty, I can hold my nose and tolerate your existence. But you will also give up some of the benefits."
"I don't understand what you mean..."
"Do you know why I came to you today?"
Pelini shook his head.
Madelan handed him a letter, the wax seal on it had not yet been opened: "This is a letter sent by someone from your old grandmother of the Arco family. She did not pay to ransom you. ”
I couldn’t wait to cut open the bright red wax seal with a knife. Perini read the entire letter at a glance, his eyes getting wider and wider.
"For the future of the Thousand Valley people, for the future of all Kushites..." Perini subconsciously read the last line of the letter.
(End of this chapter)