When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 526: Surprise Attack on Saint Lavan

"Cabbages, cheap! Cabbages, cheap!"

"Eggs, eggs, eggs. The eggs have jumped off the cliff. Sell them!"

In the evening, the fiery sky was clearly separated from half of the deep blue sky, and wisps of smoke rose from the small town consisting of dozens of houses.

In the town square, most of the people from the market dispersed, either heading home towards the sunset, or staying to spend some time in the town's taverns and casinos.

"Brother Mudie, we are leaving."

"God is above." Mudie, wearing a black monk's hooded robe, drew a "宮" on his forehead and said goodbye to the family of five who had just sold their peas.

"Brother Mudie, have you eaten? Why don't you come to my house for dinner?" A tall and strong man waved at Mudie.

"I'm fasting. I've only been eating black bread and drinking water these days. I won't bother you anymore." Mudie smiled and patted the man's thick, hairy arms. "Please don't lead me into making mistakes."

"Hahahaha." The strong man laughed and walked away.

Standing at the entrance of the market, Mudie said goodbye to the vegetable farmers and vendors who had attended the market one by one. The next time would be in ten days.

It can be seen that as a Juano monk, Mudie received much more respect than the itinerant monks who hid in the chapel every day.

Since the victory of the Salvation Army and the Duke's Army, a large number of former Juano monks took advantage of the favorable conditions and took power, almost sidelining the priests of these churches.

"It's time to get the money again, Brother Mudie, may the Holy Father bless you!"

"Wait a minute." Mudie grabbed the beggar's wrist, "You're not going to the casino again, are you?"

"Hey, where would that be?"

Although he said this, Mudiay saw him walk into the town's casino with his own eyes.

It was a curtained shed, filled with the sounds of dice hitting the cup and cards clacking on the tabletop.

Mudiay frowned helplessly.

He was very much against gambling and alcoholism, but unfortunately he had no power to destroy these casinos.

How many times had he seen gamblers' families broken up and their children sold, and then their daughters and wives appeared in the brothel across the street.

He even envied the laws of the Salvation Army. There were crimes such as drunkenness and gambling. Although they only involved solitary confinement and fines, it was better than the almost no-one-care laws here.

But fortunately, this is only a small part. Through advice and visits, most young people have realized the harm of gambling.

They probably won't be like their fathers, who just made money at the market and then lost it all in the casino.

Walking on the muddy road, Mudie headed out of the town. His home was in the suburbs, or rather, the town was in the suburbs.

It is located in the mountainous area in the northwest of Kasha County and has always been closed.

Nevertheless, the news of the capture of Klesburg spread to the town through the mouths of merchants.

But the people here did not feel like there was any war at all. Those who needed to sell eggs were selling eggs, those who needed to go to the casino were going to the casino, and some were even holding a market.

At first, people were still nervous, but after the explanation from the Mudie monk in front of them, and the fact that there were no deserters coming here, they finally let down their guard.

To put it bluntly, Mudiay only laughed at Lacuno's lack of wisdom and Putsilio's recklessness.

How many roads are there from Hotam County to Kasha County? They are mainly knights, so they naturally take the wide roads and plains.

Attack as many castles as possible with speed, so that the invasion will be successful.

Now they have chosen Claysburg in the northwestern mountains and walked through dangerous valleys. Isn't this just asking for trouble?
Moreover, once they moved, they would lose the initiative and the monks would be prepared, so it would not be so easy to launch a surprise attack in the future.

Walking past the sheep grazing on the grass and climbing up the steep mountain path to the mountain plateau, in a quiet place near the woods and streams, there is a hunter's cabin.

Mudie stayed here temporarily. After returning to the house, he took out the prepared water and bread, lit the oil lamp, and began his daily prayer and confession.

Many of the Brago monks who were sent to the countryside would almost relax on this lesson, and even drink and eat meat with the locals.

Perhaps it was because Mudie had been a monk for almost forty years before being sent abroad, and he had forgotten how to live otherwise.

After the prayer, Mudie took out a nobleman's marching notebook and read it with relish while chewing bread.

Compared to those exaggerated and absurd knight novels and witcher stories, he prefers to read this kind of real record.

But he turned the pages slower and slower, as if something was distracting him, until he finally stopped.

Tilting his ear, Mudiay frowned.

Why are there horse hoof sounds? Could it be that a person has been living here for too long and is hallucinating?
Without even having time to put down the bread, Mudie rushed to the door and looked towards the valley.

After a few seconds, he suddenly dropped the bread, ignored it and rushed towards the small hill on the plateau.

In the darkness, Mudie stumbled through the thorny bushes, the thorns tearing his expensive woolen monk's robes.

Blood flowed down the back of his hands and forehead, sticking to his skin, but Mudiay rushed forward almost regardless.

Finally, he climbed to the top of the hill, panting.

Standing on the top of this high mountain, Mudie looked through the night and raised his head to look into the valley.

His face was illuminated by the fire in the valley, with varying degrees of brightness.

In the narrow valley, the torches merged into a torrent, and the panting of the war horses was the sound of the torrent as it meandered through the valley.

Between the steep cliffs on both sides, colorful swallowtail battle flags fluttered in the moonlight.

The rivers of armor sparkled in the night, and the iron hooves struck the ground, making dull thuds.

The flood, made of steel, brutally crushed the former town.

On this seldom-traveled road, there were at least a thousand knights marching under the cover of night, and behind them, thousands of infantrymen could be seen.

The two knights in the lead were Lacunio and Putsilio.

Unexpectedly, after capturing Klesburg, the two noble lords did not celebrate or party, but set out again without stopping and captured the sentinel castle in front of the valley.

Under the strong pressure from Lacunio and Putsilio, the knights continued to gallop without taking off their armor.

They did not take the main road, but instead took a more dangerous and narrow path in the mountains, where one could fall down if they were not careful.

Their reward was that they didn't have to worry about the sturdy fortresses along the avenue.

The monasteries and lords of County Cassia bought so much mortar to repair the previously dilapidated castle, but it had almost no effect.

Further up the road is the Abbey of St. Lavan, a heavily fortified castle.

But if even their town was not prepared for an enemy attack, would the monks of Saint Ravan be prepared?

If they could break through the monastery of St. Raven again, there would be the small basin of Kasha County behind it.

Outside the mountains, the Blago Monastery, located in a small basin, is almost indefensible.

The night wind in early winter blew up the woolen monk's robe, and Mudie felt cold all over.

"Holy Father!"

(End of this chapter)