Berserk, Total War: Second Son of Nobles

In the summer of 1460, a city in the southern part of the Yoda Empire was scorched by the scorching sun.

There was a stuffy atmosphere in the street, and the cobblestone road seemed to be melting in the high temperature.

Min Caier was walking slowly on the street. He had a tall and straight figure, but he looked tired.

A month ago, he was released from Helderland. With the help of the money funded by the centurion, he finally found a carriage and returned to the city where he once lived.

"Please be kind and give me some money."

"Please have mercy on me, an old soldier."

Beggars were begging pitifully around the streets, and among them were several disabled veterans who held worn-out helmets and stretched out their hands to beg for money from passers-by.

However, most passers-by just gave them a look of disgust and then hurried away, as if staying for even one more second would bring them some bad luck.

Just as Min Caier lowered his head in thought, a carriage slowly passed by him.

The carriage was filled with smelly corpses, and flies were flying around them. The pungent smell made Min Caier frown. He hurriedly hid on the side of the road, feeling an inexplicable sadness and helplessness in his heart.

"What's going on?"

Min Caier muttered to himself.

Min Caier came back this time to go to the church to see if he could find a job for himself.

He had a degree from a church college, which was his only hope.

When he arrived at the church, he was shocked by what he saw.

The church entrance was filled with people, and the crowd even blocked the square in front.

Minzer stood on the steps and looked forward.

I saw two soldiers guarding the local priest with serious expressions.

There is a large wooden cross behind the priest, looking solemn and dignified, and there is a large box in front of him.

The priest shouted to the citizens around him:

"Citizens, come and buy indulgences. Once you buy indulgences, your sins will be forgiven and you will be able to go to heaven after you die."

Seeing the citizens' indifferent reaction, the priest became anxious. His face flushed and he continued to shout:

"I tell you, only one percent of souls can enter heaven now, and the rest will go to hell! Can you hear the screams of your loved ones in hell? They are crying for help in the pain of purgatory! Don't you want to save them? Through some charity?"

Seeing this scene, Min Ze'er felt that his impression of the church here was worse than that of the beggars on the street.

Others are begging on their knees, but you are standing here to beg for food and you even tamper with the Bible for money.

However, he was also clearly aware at this time that if he did not want to beg on the streets like a beggar, he would have to go to the church and get a stable job first.

Thinking of this, he scanned the people next to the priest one by one, and finally, he saw someone he knew.

He was a deacon, who was responsible for managing the church's archives and legal affairs, and he was also the dean of the city's seminary.

As an outstanding graduate, I was also commended by him.

Even though several years had passed, Minzer still hoped that he would still recognize him.

At this time, after the priest's intimidation and persuasion, more than a dozen people had already paid the indulgence fee. Most of them were businessmen, wearing gorgeous clothes, holding money bags in their hands, and throwing money into the box without hesitation. Only a few were citizens, who hesitated again and again before reluctantly taking out some change. Min Caier also noticed that those who paid more money got a large indulgence, while those who paid less got a small one.

"Let's do this for today, and continue tomorrow. Once you have collected enough money, come here and buy indulgences!"

After the priest made the announcement loudly, the crowd gradually dispersed.

Min Caier finally had the opportunity to meet the deacon of academic affairs.

He took two or three steps to the deacon's side, and then shouted behind him:

"Dean!"

"who!"

The deacon was thinking about what to eat for lunch when he was startled by a sound behind him.

He turned around and saw a young man wearing linen trousers and a linen jacket.

"Um……"

The deacon frowned and tried hard to recall, and there really was such a person.

So he said:

"If you have anything to say, come inside and talk."

Behind the church was a monastery, and Münzer followed the deacon into his office.

The office is filled with old books and documents, and reproductions of religious paintings hang on the walls.

After listening to Min Caier's nervous explanation of everything that happened, the deacon thought for a while and said:

"You are unlucky to have this happen. But the church is already full, and churches in other parts of the city don't need so many people. Generally speaking, the church is not doing well, otherwise they wouldn't be selling indulgences."

"My requirements are not high. Just find me a suitable job."

Min Caier looked at the deacon sincerely, his eyes full of desire.

"It's not that I don't want to find one for you, but you should look at it. You graduated in 1455, and it's already 1460. And your fellow students will graduate soon, and the designated jobs have already been filled. Each church must want young and obedient candidates. I'm afraid no one will want you if you go to church like this."

The deacon shook his head helplessly, with a hint of regret in his tone.

"As long as it's related to knowledge, I will definitely do it!"

Min Caier had no choice but to continue lowering his standards. He didn't want to give up any opportunity.

"I'm afraid it won't work in the city, but there is a real shortage of people in villages and towns."

After thinking it over, the deacon said:

"Why don't you go to a country church and be a deacon, and then manage the local school. You'll have money and free time."

Min Caier's eyes lit up. This sounded like a good idea.

He seemed to see a glimmer of hope, and a surge of joy surged in his heart.

"only……"

The deacon of academic affairs changed the subject and a sly smile appeared on his face.

"The deacon is also an official. You have to enter the church's files, which needs to be circulated."

The deacon spoke slowly, with a hint in his eyes.

Min Caier understood what he said. If you want money, just say it directly. I've been asking for so long, but this doesn't work and that doesn't work, so you're only asking for money now, right?

He secretly complained in his heart, but still maintained a polite smile on the surface.

"Are these enough?"

Min Caier gave half of the twenty or so silver coins he had left to the deacon of academic affairs, and kept the remaining half because he also had to deal with emergencies.

He didn't want to worry too much about money, after all, finding a job was the top priority.

"Enough is enough!"

Seeing Min Caier being so sensible, the deacon of academic affairs immediately collected the silver coins on the table and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

Then he hummed a song and got up to handle Min Caier's file.

The sunlight shines through the window onto the floor of the office, forming spots of light.

Min Caier sat in the chair, feeling mixed emotions.

As he looked at the busy back of the deacon of church affairs, he felt both anticipation for future work and dissatisfaction with the current state of the church.

He knew that the environment he was about to step into was full of complexity and helplessness, but he had no choice.

While waiting, Min Caier's thoughts drifted back to the past.

He recalled his days in seminary, when he was full of ideals and ambitions, eager to contribute his knowledge to the church and society.

However, the reality is so cruel. The destruction of war and the corruption of the church have changed everything beyond recognition.

After a while, the deacon came back happily.

He held a document in his hand, handed it to Minzer and said:

"Okay, the file has been processed. You should pack up and report to the church in the countryside as soon as possible. Although the church there is not big, it is a safe place."

Min Caier took the file and said gratefully:

"Thank you, Dean. I will do my best."

The deacon patted him on the shoulder and said:

"Do your best. If you need anything in the future, you can come to me again. By the way, be careful on the road."

Min Caier nodded and then carefully put away the file.

He stood up, said goodbye to the deacon, and walked out of the office.

The sun shone on him, and his figure looked a little lonely on the street.