"Who do you think you are? You have learned some medical skills in the East and you dare to talk nonsense in front of His Majesty!?" The barber said angrily, "The Archbishop is here today, do you want to blaspheme in front of him?"
Kalemi couldn't help but look at the Archbishop. Seeing his unkind expression, he swallowed and said, "No, I'm just thinking about His Majesty. Eastern medical skills are very magical and absolutely effective."
"you again..."
Before the barber finished speaking, the Archbishop said in a deep voice: "Let him continue. How is the medical skill in the East? Do anyone in the East believe in God?"
"Of course no one believes that...cultures are different from each other." Kalemi whispered: "However, I have seen with my own eyes that Eastern medicine has cured many incurable diseases, and I have also discovered a more subtle world. The causes of many diseases are extremely complex, and we need to explore the root causes before we can cure them, but bloodletting is harmful rather than helpful."
The barber sneered: "They don't worship God, they're just a bunch of barbarians. How long has the so-called Eastern medicine you mentioned been around?"
Kalemi opened her mouth, a little confused.
He studied new medicine, which seems to be less than ten years old... Dajing's ancient medicine has a long history, but he hasn't studied it?
"It's...probably a few years old..."
"How many years? Hahahahaha!" The people in the room burst into laughter again.
The barber bent over with laughter: "You have the nerve to talk about something that's several years old? Have you ever studied medicine, and you're just showing off here? You're just a bad liar!"
"Feka and the medicine of other countries come from the same lineage, and it has been passed down for thousands of years as God-given wisdom. Have you studied constellation plant herbalism, four image elements, four humors theory, treatment manuals, and royal pharmacopoeia?"
Kalemine was speechless.
Indeed, Feka's history is not a thousand years old. But it also inherited the culture and civilization of other countries, and the overall inheritance is actually quite complete.
The barber was unreasonable: "Can Orientals understand our medical skills? Can they understand the profound and profound God-given knowledge passed down from ancient times to the present? Do you want to subvert the divine authority by repeatedly talking nonsense?"
"You shameless villain, without our medical skills, would your ancestors, your grandfather, your father, and you be alive today?"
Kalemi remained silent.
The barber became more and more aggressive and began to point fingers: "Do you think medical skills are just as simple as bloodletting? The twelve signs of the zodiac correspond to the human body, and the time of bloodletting must be carefully considered. Do you think you, a sailor, can work with His Majesty and the Archbishop? Are you being deceived and deceived in front of me?"
Kalemi held back her anger and couldn't help shouting: "That's science, I've witnessed it with my own eyes!"
"No matter what you study, the end of knowledge is theology." The archbishop added abruptly.
Kalemi almost spit out a mouthful of old blood and never said a word again.
At this moment, the king was already in a trance, his wrist was still dripping with blood, and he had been forgotten by everyone.
Duke Alves stared at Kalemi coldly: "Based on what you just said, you should be dragged out and tied to the stake and burned to death!"
"But I think your ability to communicate with Easterners is of some use, so I'll spare your life for the time being and bring their leader in quickly."
Kalemi took a deep breath and suddenly felt a little scared.
Maybe you shouldn't be stubborn with them anymore. You have spent too much time with the Dajing people, and you have already forgotten the teachings here.
The Duke was definitely not joking, he would really be legally killed based on what he just said.
But...continuing to bleed will really kill someone.
Kalemi glanced sideways at the angry king, and left worriedly.
When they returned again, they already had Zheng Hui and Lai Gouer with them.
Zheng Hui held the staff and looked around the palace carefully, curiosity flashing in his eyes.
This Western country is still admirable in terms of art, not to mention that the house is quite beautiful.
But when he looked at the bench where the king was lying, a trace of dissatisfaction arose in his heart.
Who is this person? He is so rude. He even sleeps when a guest comes...
Moreover, several foreigners in the room were still looking at him and Lai Gouer unscrupulously.
"I am an envoy from Da Jing. I am here to pay a visit and establish diplomatic relations with the Western countries. I wonder where the king of your country is?"
Kalemi hurriedly translated.
Duke Alves pointed at the king with a sad face and said: "Your Majesty, he has returned to the embrace of God."
"What does the embrace of God mean?" Zheng Hui looked at Kalemi in confusion.
"It's just a hiccup. He just died and he's not cold yet." Kalemi said secretly.
Damn it for not listening to my advice! Kalemi felt a sense of joy in her heart.
Zheng Hui: "..."
What a coincidence. The king died as soon as the front foot reached the back foot. Who would he communicate with after that?
"I am deeply sorry that the king of your country has passed away, and I would like to express my condolences."
Duke of Alves: "The distinguished envoy came from afar and was supposed to hold a banquet to entertain the distinguished guests, but it is just not appropriate at the moment."
"The king is not here, but the archbishop and I are here. If you have anything to say, we can discuss it later after the king's affairs are dealt with. I will send someone to arrange for your envoy to stay first. How about that?"
Zheng Hui nodded without thinking much.
The emperor is dead, just wait two days.
I just happen to be here to see more about Western customs and try something sexy...
...
After everyone left, the room returned to silence.
There were soldiers returning from the port who kept telling something in Duke Alves' ears.
The archbishop kept praying to the king, and when he finished praying, he sighed deeply.
"Your Majesty is gone. He couldn't survive this test without God's protection."
Duke Alves frowned and said, "Your Majesty was still alive and well after bleeding yesterday. Why did he become like this one day later?"
The Archbishop thought: "It must be those Easterners who brought bad luck that caused His Majesty's failure, and the culprit is the sailor!"
"He made blasphemous remarks in public and disturbed the blessings of the gods! He will be burned at the stake!"
Duke Alves said decisively: "No, this will disturb the Easterners. Just now I reported that their fleet parked in the port, judging from the size and style, even if it is not the most powerful country in the Far East as the sailors said, it is definitely not Come from a small country.”
"It's a good thing they want to trade with Fika. The sailor is now their assistant. If he is executed rashly, there will be conflict."
The archbishop glared and said, "In your heart, are the businesses of those Easterners more important than your belief in God?"
Duke Alves suddenly felt a little numb.
Although the archbishop is in Feka, he is under the management of Taifu Church, and his status and influence are much higher than him.
"Don't worry... His Majesty hasn't dealt with it yet, I just need some time."
The archbishop's expression softened: "That's right, His Majesty is newly mourned. He just inspected the city yesterday, so today's affairs must be explained to the next person!"
"As for those Easterners, they will never fall out with us just because they burned an outsider to death. What's more, we can send more missionaries to them so that the entire East can bathe in the glory of God."
"If you do these two things well, I will report the truth to the Pope."
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