Aruod quickly took a few steps back and opened the distance, keeping the safe range between people, and putting the honey pot in his hand on the ground. Aruod's actions made the girl Laila even more puzzled. Her eyes were staring at the honey pot on the ground like a blue sky. The value of a small pot of honey was as valuable as an adult farmer's busy income for a month, and this precious honey was placed in front of him.

"It's better to make the honey into boiled water and drink it for your father." Aruod said to Laila, then turned around and was about to leave to avoid the girl's misunderstanding. However, just as he was about to leave, he stopped and turned around and said to Laila, "If you can use up the honey, return the jar to me, because it's my mother's thing. I hope your father, Jodo, can recover soon."

After Arod left, his figure gradually became blurred, but he didn't know that his life had just turned around in front of the gate of hell. From Laila's simple thatched hut, a crossbow was stretched out. The head of the crossbow was aimed at Arod's back. The arrows on the crossbow were pitch black and blue. The crossbow was prohibited by the church, but it was a weapon that many lower-level soldiers liked to use in Laila's home.

"No, Father, he just wants to help us." Leila picked up the honey jar on the ground, saw the crossbow sticking out of the room, and quickly stopped him.

"The nobles cannot believe it. Who knows what tricks they are playing? Cough cough." The coward Qiao Duo was holding the crossbow. At this time, his vicissitudes of life were not as cowardly as before. His face, which was covered with years of ravines, was full of the aura of killing. His usual bent back was straight and his figure looked much taller.

"For my sake, forget it." Leila's eyes were filled with begging. She knelt at her father's feet and said in a trembling voice. Seeing her daughter's pitiful appearance, Qiao Duo sighed and put down the crossbow in her hand, turned around and hid it in a hidden place.

"Don't forget my daughter. Why did we live in this remote countryside for decades, and never forget." After carefully hiding our weapons, Qiao Duo walked out of the house to help her daughter up. He caressed his daughter's hair lovingly, thinking that it was as beautiful as her mother, which made Qiao Duo fall into memories of the past.

Jodo and his daughter Leila seem to have hidden deep secrets, and this is not what Arod, who simply wants to help them, knows. He penetrates the dark, chaotic and changeable medieval world with the soul of a kind Chinese, but he is so out of place. Fortunately, the Wendell family seems to be able to protect him from misfortune like Jodo and his daughter.

Sir Wendell's team gradually matured with the help of the mercenary Marcos, and the deadline for Duke Mason was getting closer and closer, because this was a large-scale war different from previous private wars. Sir Wendell did not intend to ask the young priest to pray before the war. He wrote a letter to his wife's younger brother, Hof Hannis, the abbey of the Monastery of St. Fontsor, who asked him to come and pray before the war himself. Hof Hannis was the most promising figure among Mrs. Eva's relatives. The Monastery of St. Fontsor he was in charge and owned many real estate, and even the local count had no right to interfere.

As a close relative, Hof Hannis immediately replied to Sir Wendell after receiving the letter, saying that he would come to pray for the soldiers in person, and only hoped that Sir Wendell would be prepared to entertain his entourage. After receiving Hof Hannis' reply, Sir Wendell was mixed with joy and sorrow. He was happy that it was very rare to invite the prestigious dean of St. Fontso, and was worried about his tense financial expenditures. However, in order to obtain the victory gift of God on the battlefield, the Sir gritted his teeth and decided to agree to this request.

A week later, on Sunday, which was valued by the medieval people, Monastery Hof Hannis brought his entourage to Sir Wendell's territory. When they entered the village border, the farmers lined up and stood on both sides of the trail to take their hats and kneeled down. Their expression was solemn and full of awe of the monastery. Arod watched coldly as these obese monks and monks rode more horses than the Wendell's combined, and servants drove donkeys carrying luggage, and several church knights with iron bags, wearing chain mail, and riding tall horses to protect their safety. The monastery sat in a carriage made of oak. The carriage had no spring equipment and bad road surfaces, and the carriage was shaking like a broken ship in the sea.

"Great, noble, Lord Saint Fonso, my closeest relative, Hof Hannis, thank you sincerely for your arrival. Your coming makes my territory glorious." The Wendell family, headed by Sir Wendell, respectfully waited outside the lord's house. When the Sir Wendell saw the dean's carriage enter the open space in front of the house, he hurriedly went forward and said his wishes.

While the jazz was speaking, two young monks quickly walked to the front of the carriage, opened the carriage and waited respectfully on the side. A white hand stretched out from the carriage. Each finger was long and slender, wearing a ring of red, green and blue gems. At first glance, a jewelry aura came to his face. A monk quickly reached out to hold the hand, and immediately a tall and thin body walked down from the carriage. His head was shaved like other monks, with a circle of brown hair on his head. His nose was tall, his blue eyes were deep, his lips were slightly thin, but the smile that always hung on the corner of his mouth seemed friendly.

"Oh, my relatives, I'm so happy to see you." Hof Hannis smiled and opened his arms at Lady Eva and Sir Wendell. They hugged each other affectionately before they parted. Suddenly, the atmosphere outside the Lord's house became friendly and warm. The servants of the Wendell family immediately brought a long stool made of fir trees for Hof Hannis's servants to rest. The knights led their horses into the Wendell family's stables. The noble knights would be settled in the Lord's house to rest.

"I'm so generous. When will I have this status?" Ifu stood at the door of the barely repaired lord's house, looking at Uncle Hof Hannis's servant team, muttering to himself, and Arod happened to smile when he heard it.

"What are you laughing at?" Yifu's eyes widened, and he scolded his brother angrily.

"Nothing? I just think that God's servant is too rich. Is this what a clergy should do? It's like a nouveau riche." Aruod grinned. He was not a foolish and superstitious person of this era. He knew very well that the reason why these clergy lived a wealthy life was entirely due to exploiting nobles and people. It was like a borer that did not produce in society. This may also be influenced by the unique religious views of the Chinese.

"Hmph, what do you know, a little thing who has never gone far? God divided people into prayer, fighting and working. The prayers are people like Uncle Hoff. They pray to God on behalf of people. The ones fighting are us nobles. To maintain worldly justice and order, the serfs and citizens, who serve priests and nobles. This is God's will. Do you dare to doubt God's will?" Yifu said proudly, and was glad that he had heard the sermon in the cathedral in the provincial capital.

When he heard that Ifu actually brought out God's will, Arud was not saying anything. After all, his uninvited guest from another era had some guilt and couldn't help but regret his inattentiveness. However, Ifu did not continue to pursue it after winning the debate. This era was not the era of crazy religious inquisition after the Crusader. People did not attach great importance to ideology, and many more radical heretic ideas remained in the Germanic black forest.

The Wendell family tried their best to entertain Hof. Hannis, but their declining property was short of money. The apples stored last year were dry and waterless. The food was so hungry that they ate Hof. Hannis and others frowned, but after walking for a day, they were hungry and thirsty, and could only swallow them. For the sake of his sister, the dean was just drinking ale to cover up his disappointment, but the others were a little unhappy. As the monks who owned their own manor, most of them came from noble families. After entering the church, they were also transcended by the nobles. They were treated with abundant hospitality everywhere, but they did not expect that they were treated so coldly in this remote countryside. They were indignant in their hearts.

An atmosphere of dissatisfaction gradually spread during the dinner. No one spoke any further except for the conversation between Hoff Hannis and the Wendell at the beginning. Sir Wendell noticed the awkward atmosphere, and he coughed lightly and picked up his wine glass and said to the monks.

"All noble monks who serve God, no praise can describe my gratitude to you at this time. If you can come to my simple roof, I can only serve you with the most sincere heart."

"Thank you for your kind hospitality with Sir." The monks quickly raised their glasses to return to Sir Wendell. Even though most of them were dissatisfied, they knew that they had to give their master face, but not all of them thought so.

"Oh my god, God testified, I have never seen such a kind of hospitality before." A young monk in a gray monk's robe said in a sarcastic tone, with a light red birthmark on his right cheek, which was particularly noticeable.
Chapter completed!