Chapter 499: Jean Blow's Attitude
Under the protection of a dozen holy gun cavalry, three simple carriages drove smoothly on the road.
Jiang Buluo stroked the woolen cushions and poked his head out to look at the ground from time to time, seeming to wonder why the carriage was so stable.
Martin held a volume of "Holy Word of Salvation" in his hand and drew circles on it with a quill.
Different from the previous enthusiasm with Horn on the pier, Ludwick, who was sitting in his seat, looked a little depressed.
He leaned against the hard board and stroked the rough raised phalanges with his sword-calloused fingers.
It seems like I am recalling the time when I secretly climbed over the wall and stood on the carriage to confront the robber knight.
The Juanoists have developed to this day, and there are countless lords targeting them. It is not possible to get here today simply by preaching.
The armed monks and rich peasant soldiers of Brago Monastery played a great role. Although they could not compete with the knights head-on, they were able to resist most covert confrontations.
For example, when a demon hunter tried to assassinate Juano, it was Ludvik who broke the assassin's nose with one punch and threw him from the second floor.
But at this time, the bloody aura seemed to be completely covered up by that kind face.
"Huh?" A faint singing voice made Ludvik open his eyes.
"Did I disturb you?" Martin immediately tried to close the curtain of the carriage, but Ludvik held his hand.
Putting his head to the edge of the car curtain, Ludvik asked: "What is that playing? Blue-blooded orphans?"
Martin has been hanging out with the Salvation Army for the longest time. The person with the highest status, Ludvik knew that he must know what it was.
After the implementation of the "Plan", Martin was awarded the position of director of the Revelation Department of the Court of Truth, and the junior monk royal priest.
In the Salvation Military Government, he is considered a mid-level and high-level person, and his department is subordinate to the Chief of Truth Madeleine.
He put his ear to the window and listened for a while, then said firmly: "This is a new play by the Salvation Army, called "Night on the Long Bridge". It tells the story of Lord Horne's capture of Joan of Arc. "The story of the castle."
"Based on "The Expedition of the Saint"? I thought they would only play the drama about blue-blooded orphans?" Ludwick said with interest. The urge to go see it.
"Recently they have added three new plays, two plays based on "The Expedition of the Holy Sun", "Night on the Long Bridge" and "The Stormy Gulag", as well as a love drama "The Laughing Man"
Lifting the curtain to let the cold wind and sunshine shine in, Martin smiled and said: "They are also currently arranging a film "Hypocrite", named after the Gulag priest Durdafo.
But literary and artistic The director of the company, Grandpven, recently took maternity leave and went to Black Snake Bay, so he has been delayed."
Looking at the workers digging ditches beside the mortar road, Ludwick's. But his eyes were farther away, behind the reeds, on the grass platform erected by the river beach.
When he came by boat from Rapid City, he saw a lot along the way.
When he saw them for the first time, Ludvik was very surprised. Can these farmers afford circuses and theater troupes to perform?
Later I learned that the performances of these troupes were free and their purpose was to spread teachings and laws to farmers.
Putting serious doctrines into performances in circuses and dramas made Ludvik feel strange. He always felt that this behavior did not respect the noble truth enough.
But considering the various behaviors of Saint Sun Horn himself, for them, there is probably no so-called seriousness of truth.
"What a disgrace to us Juannos." Jean Blow said dissatisfied.
Frowning, Martin glanced at Jean Blow and hesitated to speak.
He had no intention of quarreling with the liturgist.
Looking at Martin's troubled expression, Ling Buluo snorted and leaned against the wooden board of the carriage.
"Traitor!" He whispered in a voice that only he could hear.
This is what Jean Blow said about Martin!
As a liturgical priest, Monk Jean Brogo is responsible for keeping all the sacred vessels of the Brago Monastery, holding masses and religious celebrations, and managing prayer activities.
Perhaps he was obsessed with religious scriptures for too long. His moral character was noble, and he never engaged in any corruption. He managed the monastery's finances in an orderly manner, but he was always scrupulous about the scriptures.
Compared with the vague attitudes of other monks, this monk Jeanbulo was very dissatisfied with Horn's title and origin.
Especially the fact that he pretended to be the Holy Father and pretended to be the Pope made this orthodox monk feel ridiculous and intolerable.
Isn’t this just a stupid and lucky farmer? You actually want regular monks like them to bow their heads?
Jean Blow is also a senior figure in the Brago Monastery. He actually represents the opinions of some old monks. They do not agree with the current ruling system of the church, and they also disagree with Horn's so-called Holy Word sect.
As a theologian, Jean Blow can clearly feel that this "saint grandson" seems to be promoting a theocratic religious state, but in fact he is secularizing under the guise of religion.
If the Salvation Army really succeeds, it will be the end.
It's just that the situation is stronger than the people, and Ludvik must be prevented from "selling off the monastery", otherwise he wouldn't want to come over.
“They are just a branch of the Juannos, we are just here to cooperate.”
Ludvik was not afraid of letting Bulow go, and said straightforwardly: "At least look at their bids. Besides, Xiaochi City was saved by others. If you can, why don't you save it?"
"Dean, what are you talking about?" Jean Bulow suppressed his face, and the veins on his forehead popped out, and argued, "How can we not save the theologian? The Holy Lord will take care of it... I punished them...
To be precise, the reason why those rebels were exterminated by the Salvation Army was because I prayed, so the Holy Lord sent them to exterminate them...
Of course , this does not mean that they represent the Holy Lord, they are just the tools of the Holy Lord, and we are the spokespersons of the Holy Lord..."
"Okay, okay, you know that my scriptures are not as good as yours, Stop nagging." Ludwick waved his hands impatiently and adjusted his sitting posture.
He knows that if you don't stop him, this squat monk can argue with you all the way to your country house.
Only Juanno could argue him into silence. Ludvik was born as an armed monk, but he didn’t have this ability...
Ludvik looked at where Martin was sitting. That position is where Juanno sits most often.
When they went out to preach or take a carriage to other places, Juanno, Jeanbrouse, and Ludwick sat like this.
Ludwik drove the carriage to be on guard, Juanno and Jeanblot debated scriptures face to face, and several apprentice monks often joined in to support or joke.
A small convoy just goes around the Qianhe River Valley preaching, this is the case all year round.
Now Martin has grown up, Catherine has grown up, Meliati has grown up, Ludvik and Jean Blow are both old...
Juano is no longer here .
"Woooooh——"
While feeling sad, Ludvik suddenly raised his head and frowned: "What is that sound again? I seem to hear crying?"< br>
Martin immediately knocked on the car board: "What happened? Why is there crying?"
"Nothing." The groom's voice came from the front, "A few children naughtily blocked the road, and they were killed by the Holy Gun Cavalry. They were driving away, and one of them slipped and fell."
"Stop for a moment, I'll get out of the car and take a look," Ludwick shouted to the groom.
“That’s not possible.” The groom was startled by Ludvik’s words, “Old monk, do your best, if I stop, I will be scolded.”
Ludvik's brows were furrowed tightly, and his expression was even a little irritable as he cried.
"Tsk." Ludvik suddenly opened the car door.
"Eh-" Martin was startled and was about to stop him when he saw him take out a bag of preserves and throw them at some children on the roadside.
"It doesn't hurt to eat sugar, it's sweet."
"Catch it, they are all preserved fruits wrapped in honey, delicious!"
Ludvik pouted Buttocks, throwing preserves in an indecent manner, Martin hugged his waist and couldn't laugh or cry.
"Dean Ludwik still loves the child so much."
Looking at Ludwick throwing the package filled with preserves at the child, Martin tried to ease the relationship with Jean Blow and said to him with a smile. .
Jiang Buluo lost his previous complaining look at this moment, and sighed with complicated eyes: "The original Ludo (nickname of his friend) joined the Juano faction because his only son was trampled to death by a passing knight. ."
Martin's smile suddenly choked.
"It's an old story, why bring it up?" Ludvik smiled and waved goodbye to the children, clapped his hands, "I just can't stand the crying... Have we arrived at the villa?"
(End of this chapter)