Medieval Empire Soldier Chapter 9

   Chapter 9 Nine · Legendary Heroes Worth 10 Silver Coins

  In Bray Town, there has always been a place that is unique, that is, the Sigma Church with the back of Vulture Mountain to the east.

  As a devout believer of the state religion, Laylen often went to church to worship and enjoy communion. Often when the church needed manpower, Laylen would join in without asking for anything in return.

  Sigma Church is located away from the hustle and bustle of the town center, where people can clearly feel a sense of peace.

Countless stones built this church. The golden semi-circular dome refracts sunlight and shines brightly. In the center hangs a pattern that symbolizes the authority of the empire. It is the weapon used by the founding emperor Sigmar himself. El Maraz".

  Although most of the northern part of the empire believed in Uric, the **** of white wolves, and there was also a temple of white wolves on the west side of Bray Town, there was no conflict between the two religions.

  Each Sigma Church has at least one secular priest, and the number of acolytes and apprentices is relatively fixed. The only thing the clergy has to do is to maintain the teachings of the Righteous Church.

   Strictly punish all crimes, correct all mistakes, and investigate all truths, take justice and the law as the criterion, maintain human justice and punish those who violate discipline and law, spread civilization and rational civilization, and pursue justice and fairness for life.

The current pastor of the Sigma Church in Bray Town is Zeis, an old man over fifty years old. There are about twenty clerics and ten paladins stationed in the church, and there are more than 600 believers in Bray Town. There is a faint competitive momentum with the White Wolf Church.

Lailun rode a traveling horse with the military uniform and some miscellaneous items in the package behind him. He turned over and dismounted in front of the church door. He raised his head and looked at the holy emblem in the center of the building. There was a long line at the church door, stretching for 100 meters. , the end of the line all the way to the nearest block.

There is still some time before the clergy's morning class, but the sacrament that wakes up every morning will be set in advance on a long table next to the church door. Six paladins in scaled armor and more than ten acolytes stand in the long line. Beside, maintain order.

   "Brother Acolyte, please help me and Pastor Zeis with a word." Lailen walked to the door and said to the acolyte standing guard.

   The latter looked up and down at the man in front of him and nodded, "What?"

   "Let's just say. Lallen came to find him."

"it is good."

   The acolyte on guard motioned Laren to wait for a while, then turned and walked towards the church.

While bored, Lallen looked at the paladins. Most of them were abandoned babies or orphans. They were sent to the church when they were young, and were raised by priests and paladins until they were adults. They were trained into the armed forces of the church. Played a huge role in apologizing and fighting evil.

  The White Wolf Church also raises orphans. Those white wolf monks who are not afraid of death are even more violent than the Yankees in battle.

However, people's stereotype of the clergy of the Empire State Church is the bald head that can blind the enemy's eyes. This is actually incorrect. Only clergy who are truly empowered by the church, or have church badges, abide by the corresponding regulations and shave their heads, other No matter what people do, even if they continue to grow their hair and braid them, no one cares.

   But more often than not, there will be witch hunters wondering if you are a Slaanesh.

"Oh! Boy Laren! How long have you been gone?" A voice full of joy and surprise rang out, and Zays, the parish priest of Bray Town, walked out of the church, his bald head was very striking, and his old face was somewhat vicissitudes of life. With a sincere smile, he stretched out his hand and took Lallen's arm, and looked at it for real: "Yo, my body is quite strong, and I will be comparable to the group of honor guards in two years. Why do you think of coming to see me?"

  Old Zeyce was wearing a plain white robe, with a string of holy emblem pendants and a cross pattern on his chest looking very pious.

"I got a leave from the boss. I ran to you a lot before, so I just wanted to come here to do a morning class to make up for it." Lailen laughed and squeezed the old pastor's shoulder: "The injury here is better. No? Look at your strong body, you can stay in the priest position for at least twenty years."

   The expression on Pastor Zeis's face stagnated slightly, and a look of decadence flashed in his eyes, and he smiled again in an instant: “It's all good, it's even better if you come to me to be a trainee pastor.”

  Zeis gestured, and the acolyte on the side led Laren's traveling horse to the stable, and then Laren followed the old priest to the church.

   On the way, Lallen told the old priest about what happened at the Berg outpost, and he focused on how he crushed those soldiers.

   When he heard that Maz was being swept away by Lallen Hammer, Old Zeis smiled and leaned back and forth: "Hahaha, you kid was timid before, but now that you're older, it's not in vain that I taught you in the past."

  The relationship between the former Laren and the old priest was similar to a long-term friendship, and they were familiar with each other from time to time, and Laylen's literacy skills were also taught by Zeis.

  The old pastor is resident in the town of Bray, and he is very kind to others. The nearby believers have a good impression of him.

   "I see how many new faces are there for the acolyte outside the door. They were all recruited recently?" Lailun turned around and looked at the long queue outside the church: "It took you a lot of energy to feed these people."

"It's okay not to talk about this kind of thing." The old priest waved his hand: "In the past two years, there have been too many wars between Nordland and Osterland. The churches in the north have been burnt down, and the Norsca looters have Take everything you can."

Zeis stopped along the promenade and looked at Vulture Mountain: "The wealth of the church has shrunk, and the tithe has also been greatly reduced, but the number of clergymen has not decreased but increased. In the past, the chapel in a village was arranged. A trainee pastor now has to arrange three or even four."

"The number of clergy in my diocese has doubled within a year. The north is not well-off, the pressure is on us, and we can endure it if we don't have enough money. It's good to have regular morning classes, but food is so bad. There's a big gap that can't be filled."

"If the sacrament is stopped, let alone winter, even in the late autumn, I don't know how many people will starve to death, but if the sacrament is not stopped, the clergy and the paladins and the acolytes in the church will starve. Let some people be transferred to the southern parish to share the pressure, but there has been no result from the church."

   The old pastor sighed, and these things could only be told to a few people around him, which he kept in his heart on weekdays.

  Lyren could only persuade him to relax. The most important thing was to deal with the situation in front of him first. For such a big thing, if he wanted to help, he had more than enough energy.

Walking along the promenade outside the church, the two chatted a lot, including the transfer of the garrisoned soldiers in Bray Town to the westward barracks. The old priest judged that there might be a new round of war to clear the beastmen in the autumn, and he asked Layen was ready.

At this time, Lailun noticed a black-robed acolyte squatting in the grass next to him. It was not easy to find if he didn't look carefully. Holds two bound books.

  Laylen winked at Zeis, who stood there, watching Laren approaching the grass gently.

   The black-robed acolyte has very sensitive senses. He seemed to realize that someone was approaching behind him. He quickly closed the book in his hand, and suddenly turned around and threw a punch.

   "An acolyte didn't go to the morning class, but instead hid here to read a book. It was either a book thief or a conspiracy." Lailun responded quickly, turning sideways to avoid the punch, his palm tightly pinching the acolyte's wrist.

   "I don't!" The black-robed acolyte retorted loudly.

   From his face, it looks like he is much younger than Lallen, about seventeen or eighteen years old.

   The black-robed acolyte saw that he was being restrained with one hand, and without thinking, he immediately raised his leg and swept towards Laren's waist.

  Laylen's melee ability has been systematically enhanced, with two points of [Melee Apprentice] and [Defense Apprentice], making him more than enough to deal with ordinary punching and kicking attacks.

  Laylen suddenly pulled him forward, taking advantage of the acolyte's sluggish footsteps, his limbs were unbalanced for a moment, and he stumbled across his leg and tripped him to the ground.

   The acolyte felt unwilling and wanted to get up and fight back.

  The old priest Zeis shouted loudly: "Stop!"

   The black-robed acolyte stood up nimbly, immediately turned to face Zais, bent over, and then stood motionless.

"Luther Huss! Why don't you go to the morning class at this time!" Zeis recognized the black-robed acolyte, and when he saw the three books on the grass, he couldn't help frowning: "These books, Was it secretly taken out of the church?"

  Hus just bowed his head and said nothing, acquiescing.

  The old priest walked to the grass and picked up the three books, completely ignoring the surprised expression of Lallen's mouth wide open.

"The Biography of Sigmar, Reflections on the Essence of Faith, and The Meaning of the Church's Existence and Empire." The old pastor read the title of the book, and the wrinkles on his forehead deepened. As expected, many places on the three books used a pen There are even blank pages filled with questions.

   "Luther Huss! What did I tell you last time!" The old pastor is very precious to books. Every book in the church is kept as complete as possible, and any missing pages will be repaired in time by Zais.

   These are theological materials that can only be used by senior grades, and can only be learned by reaching the apprenticeship priest. Luther Hus is just an acolyte! The more critical question is, how did he know those special words and those long and incomprehensible sentences on these theological materials? Can you even ask some insightful questions?

  Luther Hus seemed a little confused, but remained silent.

"Repeat what I said before! Immediately!" The old pastor didn't want to figure out these issues at this time. The acolyte in front of him could be a good student, but he was too oblivious to order and would always avoid it. Some so-called "cumbersome" procedures.

   For example, when taking a book from a church, Lutherhus never agreed with Zeis in advance, let alone scribbling on the book.

  The acoly recognized his mistake and dared not look up: "If you steal books from the church again, you will kick me out."

  The old pastor said in a noncommittal tone, "Now, immediately! Immediately! Go back to your room and clean up your things! Leave the church for me after the morning class, and you will not be allowed to step in!"

  Lyren is going to be stupid to stand on the side, this is Luther Huss! In the history of the rapid growth of the empire, there is only such a strong man!

   A tough guy who will smash countless chaotic sects with unrivaled power of faith in the empire in the future, protect countless people of the empire, and almost ruthlessly eradicate heretics with his unshakable will!

   Such a small bald head even kicked many priests who were suspected of corruption to death! He was so decisive against his colleagues that more than one diocese bishop asked him to be excommunicated, but he was unconditionally guaranteed by the bigger bald head, Walkma Ruthless!

  You're going to kick him out of the Church of Sigmar? This nature is almost equivalent to a little godfather of the British Catholic Church, who wants to expel one of the Queen and God from the church!

  Lauren quickly called up the system panel and fixed his eyes on the acolyte, so as not to be a "fake" with the same name and surname.

  【Name: Luther Huss (legendary)】

  【Race: Human】

  [Occupation: Acolyte of the Church of Sigmar]

  【Equipment: None】

  [Characteristics: Faith Barrier (+5 Melee Defense +4 Morale) not awakened, Unyielding Faith (sphere of influence -4 Corruption, +2 Order) not awakened]

  [Potential: 810]

   [Favorite: 510 (not salty or bland)]

  【Congratulations to the host for discovering a rare hero! 】

  【Hero Mission 2: 23】

   Rare heroes! Legendary quality! The hero that Laylen discovered yesterday, the Norsca mercenary Harek, was just an elite quality. This time, Luther Hus directly skipped the three levels of ordinary, elite and fine peck!

   Never let this kid run away!

   Whatever you say you have to stay!

  Lyren knew the old pastor's tough temper. If no one persuaded him, he would definitely stick to the things he was looking for.

"Ehhh, Zeys, this is going too far." Laylen hurriedly dissuaded, grabbed Luther Huss's arm, and said earnestly, "These three books, what "The Sigmar's Biography", also Is there anything like "the essence of faith and empire" that this acolyte has learned at this stage?"

   The old pastor's beard was shaking with anger, and his tone was full of anger: "The three books he read, only apprentice pastors are qualified to study, and they are all senior theology textbooks."

   How old are you to understand this? With a ghostly expression, Leron turned to look at Luther Huss.

   The latter still lowered his head and did not respond at all.

   "If such an acolyte who loves learning stays in the church, he will still be able to shine for the church in the future and save the people of the empire, isn't it much better than driving him out?"

   Thinking of Luther Huss's life stories that burned like the sun, Lallen could only think of the word "glowing and hot" for a while.

   The old priest kept his face straight and did not speak.

   "That's it." Lallen thought of a way.

   "I vouch for him. If something like this happens again, I will pay you 10 silver coins."

   "Deal." The old pastor made a big round of attitude and left the grass with his hands behind his back: "The church is running out of money, you should pay this time first."

  Lyren only had 17 silver coins left on his body, and he lost 10 coins now. Before he sent the letter, he would die of poverty.

  Lairen gritted his teeth: "For Luther Huss, for this legendary hero, 10 silver coins are worth it!"

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   (end of this chapter)

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