Chapter 526: Surprise Attack on Saint Lavan
“Cabbage, sell it cheap! Cabbage, sell it cheap!”
“Eggs, eggs, eggs, eggs have jumped off the cliff, sell them!”
The burning sky in the evening was clearly distinct from the dark blue half of the sky, and wisps of smoke rose from the town consisting of dozens of houses.
In the town square, most of the people in the market dispersed, either heading towards their homes against the setting sun, or staying to spend time in the town's pubs and casinos.
"Brother Mudiay, let's go."
"Holy Lord." Wearing a black monk's hooded robe, Mudiay drew the word "屮" on his forehead, and this family sold out The five members of Peas bid farewell.
"Brother Mudiay, have you eaten? Why don't you come to my house to eat?" A tall, strong man waved to Mudiay.
"I am fasting. I will only eat black bread and water these days, so I won't disturb you." Mudiay smiled and patted the man's thick and hairy arm, "Don't lead me to make mistakes. Ah."
"Hahahaha." The strong man walked away with a smile.
Standing at the entrance of the market, Mudiay said goodbye to the vegetable farmers and vendors who had attended the market one by one. The next time would be ten days later.
It can be seen that as a Juanno monk, Mudiay received much more respect than the itinerant monks who huddled in the chapel every day.
Since the victory between the Salvation Army and the Duke's Army, a large number of original Juanoist monks have taken advantage of this trend and taken the opportunity to take over, almost eclipsing the priests of these churches.
"Money is coming again, Brother Mudiay, the Holy Father bless you!"
"Hey wait." Mudiay grabbed the beggar's wrist, " You’re not going to the casino again, are you?”
"Hey, where could it be?"
He said this, but Mudiay watched him walk into the small town's casino.
It was a shed with curtains, and the sounds of dice hitting the dice cup and cards hitting the table were endless.
Mudiay frowned helplessly.
He is very against gambling and alcoholism, but it is a pity that he does not have much power to destroy these casinos.
How many times had he seen gamblers selling their children and daughters with their families broken up, and then their daughters and wives appeared in the brothel across the street.
He was even a little envious of the laws at the Salvation Army. There were alcohol and gambling crimes. Although they were only imprisoned and fined, they were better than being ignored here.
But fortunately, this is just a corner. Through advice and visits, most young people have realized the dangers of gambling.
They probably won’t be like their parents, who just made money in the market and then lost it all in the casino.
Walking on the muddy road, Mudiay walked out of the town. His home was considered to be in the wilderness, or in other words, this town was in the wilderness.
It is located in the mountains in the northwest of Kasha County and has always been closed.
Despite this, the news of the capture of Claysburg still spread to this small town through the mouths of traders.
But the people here have no feeling of war at all. Those who should sell eggs sell eggs, those who should enter casinos go to casinos, and they even hold markets.
At the beginning, people were still nervous, but after the explanation of the Mudiai monk in front of them, and the fact that there were not even broken troops here, they put down their guard.
To put it bluntly, Mudiay only laughed at Racunio's lack of wisdom and Puccilio's lack of strategy.
How many roads are there into Kasha County from Hotam County? They are mainly knights, so they naturally want to take wide roads and plains.
Conquer many castles with speed, so that the invasion may be successful.
Now they choose Claysburg in the northwest mountains and walk through the dangerous valleys. Isn’t this just looking for trouble?
And as soon as they move, they lose the opportunity. The monks are prepared, and it will not be so easy to make a sneak attack in the future.
Walk past the sheep gnawing on the grass and climb up the steep mountain path to the mountain plateau. In a quiet place near the woods and streams, there is a hunter's cabin.
Mudiay stayed here. After returning to the house, he took out the water and bread, lit the oil lamp, and began his daily prayers and confessions.
Many Brago monks who are dispatched to rural areas will almost relax this lesson, and even drink and eat meat with the locals.
Perhaps it was because Mudiay had been a monk for almost forty years before being sent abroad, and he had forgotten how to live otherwise.
After praying, Mudiay took out a marching manual of a nobleman and read it with relish while chewing the bread.
Compared to those exaggerated and absurd knight novels and witcher stories, he prefers to read this kind of real record.
It’s just that he turned the pages slower and slower, as if something was distracting him, until he finally stopped.
Tilting his ears, Mudiay frowned.
Why is there the sound of horse hooves? Is it possible that you are hallucinating after living alone for too long?
Without even having time to put down the bread, Mudiay rushed to the door and looked towards the valley.
A few seconds later, he suddenly threw the bread away, ignored it when it fell on the mud, and rushed towards the hillside of the plateau.
In the darkness, Mudiay stumbled through the prickly bushes, the thorns scratching his expensive woolen monk's robes.
Blood was flowing down the back of his hands and forehead, sticky on the skin, but Mudiay rushed forward almost regardless of it.
Finally, panting heavily, he climbed to the top of the hillside.
Standing on the top of this high mountain, looking through the night, Mudiay raised his head and looked into the valley.
His face was illuminated by the firelight in the valley, with varying brightness.
In the narrow valley, the torches merged into a torrent, and the breathing of the war horses was the sound of the torrent winding through the valley.
Between the steep cliffs on both sides, colorful swallow-tailed war flags fluttered under the moonlight.
The river formed by the armor sparkled at night, and the iron hoofs beat on the ground, making a dull thumping sound.
The flood made of steel cruelly crushed the previous town.
On this rarely visited road, there were at least a thousand knights marching in the dark, and behind them, thousands of infantry could be seen.
The two knights headed by it are La Cunho and Puccilio.
The two noble lords were actually able to not celebrate or revel after capturing Claysburg, but instead set out again without stopping and breached the sentry castle in front of the valley road.
Under the strong pressure of Lacunio and Puccilio, the knights were still in their clothes and continued to run without stopping.
They did not take the main road, but this more dangerous and narrow path in the mountains. If they were not careful, they would fall down.
The reward for them is that they don't have to pay attention to the strong fortresses along the road.
The monasteries and lords of Kasha County purchased so much mortar and used it to repair the original dilapidated castle, but it had almost no effect.
Further along this road is the Monastery of St. Lavan, which is a heavily guarded castle.
But even their town was unprepared for an enemy attack. Will the monks of St. Lavan be prepared?
If they can break through St. Lavan Monastery again, behind them is the small basin of Kasha County.
Out of the mountains, the Brago Monastery, located in a small basin, is almost impossible to defend.
The night wind in early winter blew the woolen monk's robes, and Mudiay felt cold all over.
“Holy Father!”
(End of this chapter)