I built a manor in the Middle Ages

Chapter 176 Assassination (Part )

Macon County is not too hot in May because it is close to the river.

Lynn sat at the pine table, silently reciting the Gospel of St. John in the dim light of a yellow candle. He pulled a yellowed parchment from his pocket. Amidst the rustling sound, a line of elegant Latin words emerged:

"I have been in Macon County for seven days, guided by God."

"For seven days, I traveled among the deceived believers, using words and pen to expose the true face of this bishop."

"These greedy and depraved parasites are cruelly exploiting the local wealth and putting God's property into their own sheepskin bags."

"They ate exquisite dishes, wore expensive silks, and were more elegant than the most luxurious lords."

"In particular, the bishop of this area took advantage of the geographical location of Macon County and collected a large amount of salt tax, which led to the famine."

"This is an unforgivable crime."

"But I recently received a piece of news that should be enough to further shake his prestige."

Lynn stopped writing and did not continue.

This notebook, which belongs only to him, is only used to record his thoughts, and some important information is only mentioned briefly.

Putting down the quill, Lin En stretched and was about to blow out the light to rest when he suddenly heard a series of knocks on the door.

"who is it?"

Lin En stood up warily. He lived in a hidden basement, and no one knew his address except the servants who brought him meals every day.

Lin En couldn't help but walk to the corner and grab a steel club for self-defense, but he heard the knocking sound outside gradually replaced by a magnetic voice. Lin En listened carefully, only to hear the voice slowly utter a few syllables:
"My name is Luc, and I'm an old friend of Brother Hugo."

……

At the same time, the compartment on the second floor of the Macon County Tavern was extremely chaotic and lively.

Ryan raised his wooden cup and clinked glasses vigorously with an ugly man, then they each picked up their glasses and gulped down the ale.

The crystal drops of wine stained his beard. The man wiped them off carelessly, took a sip of wine and said loudly:

"What a great wine! Brother Ryan, I have to say, your knight is the most generous man I've ever met. He actually treated us to a delicious meal of ale. Hey, this is much more generous than any other knight I've met before~"

"By the way, why does this wine feel different from what I usually drink?"

"Brother Karl, of course. Lord Luc is a devout guardian of the church. Didn't you see that he even handed over the contract to us? Naturally, he will be generous. As for the wine, it is of course holy wine."

"Sacred wine?"

The man named Carl widened his eyes, very surprised by the name.

"That's right. Didn't you notice that although this wine tastes more bitter, it actually tastes better? This is because it's a wine blessed by God. It's a holy relic our master obtained from Aachen Cathedral in Lower Lorraine. You should know that Aachen Cathedral is where the Shroud of Turin is buried. It's a holy temple! The wine there is naturally extremely sacred!"

"Oh my God!" Carl's eyes widened even more, and his nose, which had turned red from alcohol, twitched a few times. He was obviously stunned. "Is this true?"

"Of course! Otherwise, guess why my master drank before you and I killed that heretic? Of course, he prayed for God's protection."

Hearing Ryan mention the mission tonight, Carl suddenly put down his glass and looked at another man from the Thorne River Brotherhood next to him, his expression a little unnatural.

After hesitating for a moment, Carl poked his head out and whispered, "Lian, you've been to the Aachen Temple. Do you think that heretic is truly a heretic? He can't be a devout monk, right?"

Ryan endured Carl's bad breath and leaned back in his chair, "What's wrong? You don't want to go?"

"That's not true."

Carl thought of the bloody methods of Ponytail Varg, nicknamed Owl, and shook his head decisively. Except for pagans, not everyone had the courage to attack the monks.

Even though the owl swore that the church had endorsed it and the other party was absolutely a heretic, and killing him would not only not be blamed by God but would instead reduce his innate sin, the clever Carl always felt that if it was such a good thing, why didn't the owl do it himself?

You have to know that he is a man as ferocious as a wolf and as greedy as a vulture.
And I heard that the ascetic monk has a good reputation among the serfs outside.
However, because of this, Carl did not dare to disobey the owl's order. No matter how good the reputation of the monk was, he did not know how terrifying Varger's methods were. Carl could only bite the bullet and carry out the order. Fortunately, a knight also participated in it, which made him feel a lot more relaxed.

Ryan glanced at Carl and the man next to him, making them both a little uneasy, before he slowly said, "Don't worry. He is indeed a heretic. If you are worried, then drink more holy wine."

"that's right."

Carl nodded in agreement and gulped down another mouthful of malt liquor with lupulus. There were too many people and too much gossip in the first half of the night, and the assassination of the ascetic monk would have to wait until the second half of the night. Instead of lying stupidly in the prickly bushes, it would be better to drink a few glasses of holy wine first. And this wine tasted really good!

Seeing the man next to him also showing an intoxicated expression, Ryan leaned against the wall, patted Hans' arm and smiled broadly.

……

".So, you got the news of the assassination attempt on me and came here specifically to save me, right?"

In the dim basement, Lynn sat on a wooden stool with his back straight, looking directly into Luc's face and asked calmly.

Only his hands tightly grasping the corner of his clothes revealed his nervousness.

Luc withdrew his gaze from the corner of his clothes and replied in the same calm tone: "Indeed, everything I just said is the truth."

Hearing the confirmation, Lin En took a deep breath and calmed his uneasy heart.

He had heard Luc's name from Hugo.

In other words, ever since Hugo joined the Cluny Abbey, he has often mentioned Luc and talked about the deeds of this pious knight.

Hugo was a very knowledgeable and firm-minded monk, and Lynn respected him very much, so as soon as he heard the word Luc, he allowed him to enter.

But after hearing Luc's explanation of the whole story and his plan, Lin En gradually frowned:
"Knight Luc, with all due respect, Hugo has always described you as a respectable knight. But why are you working for Bishop Pierre now? Helping him repair the mill? And why did you ask me to fake my own death to cooperate with you? After all, I could have just walked away."

Lin En's eyes were sharp. "This doesn't seem like something a devout child of God would do!"

Yes, Luc's plan was simple - to create signs that Lynn had faked his death.

On the one hand, it allows Lynn to escape, and on the other hand, it allows him to report to Pierre.

But what Lin En said was also correct. He really had no obligation to cooperate with him in faking his own death, even if he saved him - these devout monks would think that this was just God's guidance.

Looking at Lin En's judgmental gaze, Luke did not panic, but said more calmly:

"Brother Lynn, no matter what, Pierre is now a bishop. I am not working for him when I build the mill, but for the church."

"As for faking your own death," Luc smiled and said in a gloomy tone, "Don't you want to truly shake Pierre's position?"

"you"

Lynn's eyelids twitched in surprise.

"Listen to me, Brother. Only by faking your own death can you truly shake Pierre's authority!"

"Instead of the so-called salt smuggling route that you didn't write in your diary."

Luc waved his arm and pointed at the open notebook.

(End of this chapter)