I built a manor in the Middle Ages

Chapter 118: Eloping (15)

Unlike the three men who quickly traveled back and forth on the mountain road with swords and armor, Luc, who had a wife and servants overnight, was much more cautious this time.

"Ryan, we're about to step into the mountains from Telf Bridge, keep your eyes open!"

"Yes!"

Ryan, wearing the complete leather armor he had taken off from Jean, glanced around vigilantly.

Luc also rode around from time to time to observe, hoping to nip the danger in the bud.

Normally, no bandit would focus on a formation of one cavalryman and three infantrymen. However, things are unpredictable. Ryan, who was clearing the way ahead, suddenly heard a rustling sound in the bushes. He immediately raised his sword and shouted, "Who is it?!"

Hearing the noise, Luc decisively drew his bow and arrow, and without saying a word, he aimed at the bushes and shot an arrow.

"Don't shoot! Don't shoot! We are not bandits!"

"Knight Luc, it's me!"

……

The man in the gray robe stood trembling in front of everyone, with his head lowered and not daring to look directly into Luc's eyes.

Upon hearing the news, Du Si lifted the linen curtain and looked at the scene in front of her curiously. Jean, the loyal guard standing next to her, ran to the carriage to protect Du Si's safety at the first time.

"Brother Robert?"

"Why are you here?"

Luc pulled the reins and looked at the man with the Mediterranean hairstyle, a look of surprise flashed across his face.

The person in front of him was none other than the monk he met when he first visited St. Martin's Monastery!
After many contacts, we became barely acquaintances, no wonder he could call out my name.

"Ah, I. I'm here."

Robert's eyes rolled around, and he mumbled for a long time without uttering a single word. After a long pause, he stammered, "Actually, I've already left the monastery. I'm going to become an ascetic."

Luc narrowed his eyes and looked at Robert suspiciously. Ascetics were a very common group of monks in the Middle Ages.

These people can also be called mendicant monks, who travel around on foot, make a living by begging, and preach everywhere.

If today's church is increasingly corrupt and greedy, then they can be said to be the only truly devout believers.

But Luc didn't believe a word Robert said.

It cost a sum of half a Soviet dollar to introduce him to the dean, and he often took bribes and extorted money afterwards. Would such a person go through the hard training?

Luc was riding on his horse, with no intention of getting off, looking over the other person's head at the bushes.

As a person who makes a living in the mountains and forests, his many hunting trips have long enabled him to sense whether there are prey hiding in a certain bush, let alone a person?

"Rang, go pull the other guy out of the bushes!"

Luc said nothing, raising his whip and giving orders.

Jean was slightly stunned, and Du Si said softly: "Go quickly, Luc is calling you, don't delay."

He took a deep breath and strode forward. Brother Robert's face was instantly panicked and he wanted to go over to stop him, but with a look from Luc, Ryan immediately stopped Robert. How could he, who had lived a life of luxury, be compared with the increasingly strong Ryan? He was clamped and could not move a step.

"Knight Luc, what are you doing? I am a clergyman. Are you trying to blaspheme God by disrespecting me?!"

Robert's face instantly turned sullen, and he began to yell at Luc, but he couldn't hide the panic in his eyes. Luc's face was as cold as frost, and he remained unmoved.

"We'll soon find out who's blaspheming God!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a painful wail came from the grass. Ran pulled out a peasant woman's hair and pulled it out roughly. The other party was holding a package tightly in her arms and struggling desperately. Ran hit her stomach with two punches. She immediately collapsed and was dragged in front of everyone like a dead dog.

Luc looked down at the peasant woman, then glanced at Robert, who was sweating profusely, and sneered:
"Father, could you explain to me what this peasant woman is and what she is holding?"

Even though the woman was beaten and curled up, she still held the package tightly. With the rustling noise inside the package, who could not guess what was inside?
Robert was not practicing asceticism at all; he clearly wanted to elope with this peasant woman with the money!
Robert's legs trembled when his thoughts were exposed. He had eloped from the church without permission and stolen church property. Each of these was enough to make him face severe punishment.

Of course, who would escape without permission unless they had no other choice?

It's because Abbot Pierre was promoted, and the new abbot has conflicts with him. He started targeting him everywhere before Pierre left, and it is estimated that it will get worse when he really takes the throne.

Rather than being slowly suppressed and tortured, it is better to steal some money, take your lover and go far away, and use your name as a monk to lend money at high interest rates!

There was war in the south and peace in the north. In order to avoid being pursued, he deliberately took a mountain road, but he did not expect to suddenly meet a guy who came out of nowhere. The other party also claimed to be a monk and persuaded him to hand over his property so that he could return it to the original owner.

Robert was no fool. He knew he was being robbed, so he knocked the other party unconscious. When he was about to rob, he heard the sound of horse hooves. He had no choice but to drag the monk into the bushes. As luck would have it, the monk woke up at this time and knocked him unconscious again, which also alarmed Luke and his party.

Robert's face was filled with sorrow, and his tone was no longer tough. He begged, "Sir... please let me go. I'll give you half, no, I'll give you all the money, and you can just pretend nothing happened, okay?"

Luc chuckled and said nothing.

The money already belongs to him, so it won't work to bribe himself with his own money.

"Sir, there is another monk who has fainted!"

Just as he was about to ask Ryan to grab the package, a thin figure suddenly emerged from the bushes again.

"Oh? There's another one?"

Luc glanced at Robert, who hesitated for a moment before telling him the whole story.

"Wake him up." After thinking for a while, Luc gave the order.

A basin of cold water was suddenly poured on the other person's face. After a violent coughing fit, the monk lying on the ground slowly opened his eyes.

Unlike Pierre and the others, this monk was very thin, with a sunken face and chapped lips. If he were not wearing a monk's cloak, a Mediterranean hairstyle, and a wooden cross around his neck, he would look more like a disaster victim.

No wonder he was knocked unconscious by a guy like Robert.

The monk first looked around at everyone in a daze, and then suddenly realized what had happened. The first thing this person who was attacked and rescued did was neither to condemn nor to thank, but to fumble around on his body for a while, and finally took out a yellowed book. After carefully checking it and seeing that it was not damaged, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then stood up and thanked Luke.

"Thank you, sir, for saving me."

The monk's voice was hoarse, as if he had not drunk water for a long time.

Luke took off the water bag from his waist and asked Ryan to pass it to him. The monk hesitated but did not refuse. He opened the sheepskin water bag, did not put it to his lips, and took a big sip through the air.

"Thank you for your generosity. I have indeed been thirsty for a long time." After drinking half a pot of wine, the monk wiped his lips and thanked again.

The monk's behavior aroused Luc's curiosity. He dismounted and asked, "Monk, what is your name?"

"Hugo, my name is Hugo."

(End of this chapter)