I built a manor in the Middle Ages

Chapter 180 Sawmills and Looms

"Who is it?"

In St. Vincent's Church, Brother Pierre no longer had his usual good temper. He threw the precious coral bracelet to the ground with a cold face. The scattered beads splashed in front of the young monk who lowered his head and brows, frightening him so much that he dared not look up even more.

The church was eerily quiet.

"Bishop, the only ones who knew about the assassination were Knight Luc and the Brotherhood. Do you think it could be true?" After a while, seeing that Pierre was no longer angry, the young monk spoke tentatively.

Pierre took a deep breath and slowly sat back on the spade seat, pinching the ring that symbolized power between his fingers. The short time had calmed his anger. He closed his eyes and pondered the words of the little monk.

He was right, the leaker must be between these two!
".Is there any unusual movement on Luc's side?"

"No, he's been working diligently on the mill, and has been staying on the Saône River almost all these days. If there's anything unusual, it's that one of his attendants is missing. I heard he's gone back to Cooper's Castle."

"Hmm." Pierre said vaguely. He knew about this matter. Luc had mentioned it before. It was said that Finny did not have enough money to pay for the resettlement, so he asked his entourage to go back and get some.

But looking at it now, it is possible that he was just spreading the news.

"Luc is new here, so he might not know about the salt smuggling route, and it won't do him any good."

Pierre frowned. It was not that he trusted Luc, but compared to him, the Brotherhood was more suspicious!

".Varger, that greedy wild dog, has never been satisfied with his share of the salt road. Every time he's asked to do something, he drags his feet and demands exorbitant prices. Last time, I just drove the serfs out of the city gate, but he actually asked for fifty pfennigs. This time, he even took half a pound during the assassination."

Pierre's eyes gradually cooled down. "Not to mention the two losers that Varger sent this time. They almost let Lin En escape because they were drunk, but in the end it was Luke's men who killed him."

"But why did Bishop Varger do this? Without us, does he think he can operate the salt road alone?" The young monk looked puzzled. Smuggling salt is not an easy task. A group of gangsters would have swallowed it up long ago.

"Who knows? Maybe his reason has been devoured by desire, or maybe he has found a new backer." Pierre sneered as he recalled what Count Macon had said in the castle just now, after hearing the rumor, and how he had used both overt and covert threats to get a share of the profits.

"No matter what, both sides must be investigated. Also, find someone to silence those troubadours. Also, tell Luc that the resettlement fee will be increased from 15 pfennig to 20 pfennig. As for Varger, just deduct one pound from his share of the salt road in the first half of the year!"

"This is punishment for both of them."

"Yes!" The young monk nodded respectfully.

Before the monk could leave, another monk suddenly knocked on the door of the church hall. "Bishop Valger is here."

Pierre's expression changed, and after a moment's thought, he said, "Let him in."

As soon as the man with a ponytail entered the hall, he immediately knelt down and shouted that it was Luc who betrayed them. Pierre was unmoved, but his eyes looked at him increasingly colder.

……

Luc had no idea what happened at St. Vincent Church, and even if he did, he wouldn't care.

He was busy directing the mill to the final step.

The heavy millstone was lifted by several craftsmen and installed on the main shaft. Looking at the rapidly rotating main shaft, an idea suddenly flashed through Luke's mind. He slapped his thigh and scared Ryan next to him.

".Yeah, how could I have forgotten this!"

Luc hurriedly took two steps forward and took a closer look at the main shaft of the mill. The more he thought about it, the more possible it seemed: since the water flow can drive the drum wheel and the mill, it can definitely drive the textile machine and sawmill!
There is no need to build a separate one. You only need to extend a set of equipment outside the main shaft of the water mill to complete the multi-purpose water mill.
Luc secretly kept it in mind and planned to put it into practice after returning to the manor.

After inspecting the mill's progress again, he felt it would be finished in two days. He returned to the military tent and was met by a monk who said, "Knight Luc, Bishop Pierre wishes to see you."

Following the monk into the church, Pierre had been waiting for a long time. After a brief greeting, the other party went straight to the point and talked about the rumors in the city.

"Knight Luc, you are my loyal guard, I have no doubt about you, so do you think that Valger leaked it intentionally?" Hearing Pierre's smile and gentle tone, Luc frowned and said:

"Your Excellency, I don't think it was Valger who leaked the information. Or, even if it was the Brotherhood, it wasn't necessarily him who deliberately ordered it. It's very likely that the two assassins leaked the information, and Valger was completely unaware of it."

"Oh?" Pierre raised his eyebrows. "You think so?"

"Yes, I think so. I even suspect that my followers may have accidentally leaked the information while drunk, but I just made them swear in the name of God that they did not leak the secret.
and"

"And what?"

"Please forgive my rudeness, sir, and I also suspect that it was your monks." Luc said, pretending to glance at the other people present unintentionally. When the group of black-robed monks with Mediterranean hairstyles heard it, they immediately glared at Luc.

"Okay!" Pierre stopped his subordinate who wanted to speak, took the new coral string from his hand and rubbed it in his hand, wondering what he was thinking.

The church did not yet have the power to override the secular world, and Luc eventually left the church.
That night, Luc heard another piece of gossip: the knight who killed the ascetic was the knight who was currently repairing the mill for the church.

"Who spread this rumor?"

Luc looked up in surprise. The bad thing about the troubadours who were equivalent to intelligence officers was that they would spread rumors about whoever was paid.

Compared to Luc's surprise, Ryan's face turned pale. He stood up angrily and said, "Master, it must be Pierre!"

"No, Pierre is not that stupid."

Luc shook his head. He was not surprised by the rumor itself, but by how stupid someone could be.

Pierre was eager for the rumors to disappear as soon as possible. How could he add fuel to the fire just to drag himself into trouble?
The more fiercely the fire burns, the more disadvantageous it will be to him, right?

Then there is only one answer.

"Valg"

Luc thought of the Brotherhood leader and laughed unconsciously, "You're courting death."

Luc ignored the rumor. Even though the craftsmen around him looked at him with different eyes, he still worked diligently to complete the finishing of the mill.

At noon that day, it suddenly started to rain. Luc had just put on his cloak and was about to look into the possibilities of the sawmill. He had already come up with a vertical umbrella-shaped torsion shaft to connect the water mill. Suddenly, he saw Ryan running towards him from the tavern with an unconcealable surprise on his face.

"Master!"

Ryan ran and shouted, panting, with rain running down his hair to his chin, but before he could say anything, he heard bursts of exclamations coming from the street, so loud that they even drowned out the sound of the rain.

Under the continuous rain, the crowd took the initiative to stand on both sides. A man with disheveled hair, strangely folded arms and a fanatical face kept shouting in the rain.
"A miracle! A miracle!"

"God bless! Jesus appeared! Brother Lynn is resurrected!!"

Raindrops slanted across the spire of St. Vincent's Church, and the bells rang out under the leaden clouds.

Amidst the rumbling thunder, Lin En climbed onto a high platform and stretched out his arms.

Amid the enthusiastic cheers of the pilgrims, lightning flashed behind Lynn, like a real god.

Boom! !
A pious but timid woman selling sea bass was the first to kneel down and make the sign of the cross.

(End of this chapter)