Berserk, Total War: Second Son of Nobles

Min Caier had just finished a day's teaching and hurried out of the school gate.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the ancient stone road, lengthening his shadow.

He was thinking about the homework he would have to grade when he got home, and he accidentally ran into Father Walden who had returned from Padua.

"The city is bustling!"

Min Caier staggered and almost fell, and quickly steadied himself.

"What happened in the city? Did the citizens riot?"

Father Walden's face was slightly pale, with beads of sweat on his forehead, and a hint of panic in his eyes.

He pulled Minzer aside, away from the busy streets, and said in a low voice:

"No, but it's almost there."

"What happened?"

Father Walden took a deep breath, as if to give himself courage.

"This morning, I went into the city to report this month's tithe income to the bishop. When I passed by the church, I found a group of people gathered at the back wall of the cathedral and talked a lot. I curiously went over to take a look and saw several pieces of parchment nailed to the outer wall of the church, which were densely written with words."

Father Walden licked his dry lips and continued:

"What was written on it was terrible. The bishop was furious. It said that it was useless for clergy to chant scriptures all day long, and they should apply the knowledge they learned to people's lives. It also said that collecting taxes other than tithes was stealing people's property..."

"The most important thing is that the soldiers didn't know who did it. It is estimated that these papers were hanging on the wall all night."

The more Min Ze'er listened, the more familiar these words seemed to him. Suddenly he remembered that this was the book written by Pros that he had read before.

"There won't be any words encouraging clergy to go to rural towns and villages to help the local people."

he asked tentatively.

Father Walden nodded, and then a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"how do you know?"

So, Muenzer told Walden about the book "The Theology of the People".

He described the contents of the book in detail, including its sharp viewpoints and criticism of social reality, and told him that it was written by Archbishop Helderland.

"Oh, that's interesting."

After hearing this, Walden's mouth corners slightly raised, and he couldn't help laughing.

"The bishop said this is a blasphemous heresy. Now the guards at the city gate are searching for people carrying parchment. Even my missal has been turned upside down..."

"If the man from Helderland finds out, the bishop will be in trouble."

In Walden's eyes, the position of bishop was an insurmountable gap for him, but the status of the Archbishop of the Holy Land was definitely higher than that of a regional bishop, which was a height he could hardly reach.

"Dong-dong-dong-"

The bells in St. John's City rang, and the melodious bells echoed in every corner of the city.

Hundreds of gorgeously dressed people walked slowly into St. John's Cathedral in the city.

They were dressed in gorgeous silk robes and exquisite hats, and their jewels sparkled brightly in the sunlight.

Pros was standing in front, wearing the archbishop's robe, which was made of the most expensive silk and embroidered with exquisite gold patterns, shining in the sunlight.

He wore a tall bishop's crown, and the gems on the crown were dazzling, as if they gathered all the light in the world.

Behind him is a white statue of St. John. St. John's face is kind and solemn, as if watching all this.

The believers below stood neatly on both sides, their eyes full of piety and awe, and at this moment they were waiting to be blessed by the archbishop.

"Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name, your kingdom come, your will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our debts as we forgive our debtors, and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. For yours is the kingdom, the power, and the glory forever. Amen."

Pros first read a passage of scripture, his voice loud and solemn, echoing in the church hall.

Every word seemed to carry a divine power, causing the believers to bow their heads more devoutly.

Then, Pros brought the holy water bowl from the servant. The holy water bowl was made of pure silver and had exquisite patterns carved on it. He slowly walked down the steps to bless the believers one by one.

"May the God of peace himself sanctify you completely! May your spirit, soul and body be preserved!"

Pros' voice was gentle yet powerful. While he spoke the words of blessing, he dipped his fingers into the bottle to dip them in the water.

He constantly made the sign of the cross on the foreheads of believers, while mumbling blessings to them. If it was a single person, he would wish him happiness; if it was a family, he would wish them a happy life; if it was a patient, he would wish them a speedy recovery.

After everyone finished blessing, Pros returned to the podium, said again to the people below, "May the Lord bless you," and then left through the back door.

"call……"

Pros took off his hat as he went out, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and sighed in his heart:

“It’s really easy money.”

It turns out that these believers are from the French King's Office who came to visit the holy land. A country governed by a living saint and the peaceful and prosperous scene depicted in "The Voice of Helderland" will make some devout and wealthy people who have a good impression of Helderland want to go on a pilgrimage.

Officials from the embassy in France immediately wrote back to Helmingen to report the situation. John, together with Pross, Simon and others, decided that it would be a waste not to make the money.

A few days later, the Holy City-St. John City Pilgrimage Project was officially launched at the Holy City Branch of the Helderland Chamber of Commerce. After completing the Helderland entry procedures, residents of the Holy City can register at the Holy City Branch of the Helderland Chamber of Commerce with their certificates, and they can set off on a horse-drawn carriage on the same day they register.

The convoy traveled northwest from the Holy City, bypassed the northern Midland Yoda battlefield, and then headed northeast to reach the town of Mond. After checking their identities at the border city, they entered the Central Bank Province and checked into a hotel in the city of St. John, and then traveled to various places.

The entire project is divided into three levels: 100 gold coins, 300 gold coins, and 500 gold coins.

Those with 100 gold coins can only visit the vicinity of St. John's City. They can only wander around the edge of the city and enjoy some ordinary scenery; those with 300 gold coins can go to Pros's residence to receive an audience with the Archbishop of the Holy Land. They can feel the majesty and holiness of the Archbishop up close.

As for the 500 gold coins, that's a huge amount. You can directly participate in the court meeting presided over by the Living Saint John and ask questions to the Living Saint.

If you bring your children here, you will be blessed. When your children grow up and want to study in a seminary, they can just tell the principal:

I've talked to archbishops, I've talked to living saints.

This is undoubtedly a huge temptation for parents who want their children to succeed.

In addition to these, there are many additional services. For example, there are a large number of painters waiting outside the cathedral, waiting for the rich men to come out and paint their portraits.

These were all professionally trained painters and apprentices brought by Oryol from Windham. They had superb skills and were able to depict the expressions and temperament of the characters vividly.

For enough money, they would paint the buyer next to St. John in a replica of the image of St. John.

When he thought about making a lot of money soon, Pros couldn't help humming folk songs.

His steps were brisk and cheerful, and he wondered whether he should also sell them the wine from the nearby estate and the St. John wood carvings.