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"Although the Catholic Church keeps saying that it is philanthropic, in my opinion it is extremely hypocritical. It only recognizes one God and shows no tolerance or forgiveness. How can such behavior and teachings be called mercy?" Wulf said to the woman unceremoniously.
"This is a complete misunderstanding. The Holy Religion certainly hopes that everyone can follow the teachings of Christ, but there are some foolish pagans who cannot understand the value of this spirit and teachings. Therefore, appropriate coercive measures are also for their own good. "The woman seemed to be very pious, and she responded strongly.
"This is really a strange doctrine, so self-contradictory, far inferior to the beliefs of our Norse people." Ulf said with a smile. He basically had no good impression of the exclusive monotheistic religion.
"I followed my husband and studied your teachings. Except for some stories and blood, I can't see anything that touches people's hearts." The woman refused to admit defeat. She risked angering a Norseman and said: Ulf retorted.
"I also studied your teachings, but found nothing except hypocrisy." Ulf sneered and said to the woman.
"Oh, I feel pity for your soul." The woman lamented and left the courtyard with a look of pity.
"Strange woman." After the woman left, Ulf touched the back of his head. Ulf didn't take this encounter in the courtyard under the moonlight to heart, but when he got up the next day, he accepted the message. When Earl Fogg invited her to breakfast, he saw the strange woman sitting next to the Earl.
"Who is this?" Ulf asked the Earl of Suffolk in surprise.
"This is my wife. Please forgive her for not attending our banquet because she was doing some religious fasting yesterday." The Earl of Suffolk explained to Ulf.
"It turns out to be the Earl's wife." Ulf was slightly surprised. He didn't expect that the person chatting with him about religion in the courtyard was actually the Earl's wife.
"My wife gave birth to an heir. She is a good woman, except for being extremely fanatical about their religion." The Earl of Suffolk shrugged and said to Ulf.
"In this land full of Ansa people, marrying a Catholic woman will be conducive to your rule." Ulf understood very well that the primitive religion of the North people could not compete with the systematic Catholicism. It is simply impossible to attract believers to convert on a large scale like Christianity.
"This idea is too worldly." But Ulf's words angered the Countess. She seemed to disagree with Ulf's words. Just like when the Earl of Suffolk forcibly married her, she would rather die at first. She surrendered to the barbarians, but a priest saw this as an opportunity to influence these barbarians to believe in the Lord, so she agreed.
However, if Ulf knew about this, he would probably think that this priest was so shameless that he could even take advantage of women.
"Ulf, Verside said there will be a storm on the sea today." While this awkward breakfast party was going on, Ange came into the hall and reported to Ulf.
"What, a storm?" Ulf frowned. They had experienced a storm before. If it weren't for Verside's skillful guidance and sailing skills, they would have been destroyed by the storm.
"In that case, Ulf, why don't you stay here for another day." The Earl of Suffolk said generously.
"Then that's all." Ulf was helpless. They wanted to go to Jorvik Castle, and they could only go by sea. Verside said that there would be storms on the sea, and there would definitely be storms. No one was more confident than him. Able to understand the temper of the treacherous sea.
But at this moment, the countess's eyes lit up. She seemed to feel some kind of miracle from God, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but raise.
"My lord, since Lord Ulf is free now, could you please ask him to escort me to the parish church." The countess said to the Earl of Suffolk.
"What, you are going to the parish, but it is not safe there recently." The Earl of Suffolk was in a dilemma. There was a rebellion in his territory recently. A small group of rebels were raging in the countryside where the rule was weak, giving him a huge headache. But he loved his young wife very much, and according to her temper, he would not compromise easily.
"Because of this, I need a few brave North warriors to help me get there. You know I haven't been to the parish for a long time." The countess said insistently.
"Then let Ulf bring the escort!" The Earl of Suffolk said awkwardly. After all, Ulf and others are guests, so there is no need for guests to run errands.
"No, since the countess needs protection and we are free, let's take a trip!" Ulf said to the earl. In order to thank the earl for his hospitality, he felt that he could afford such a small thing. Anyway, The fleet cannot set off and is idle.
The countess was riding on a maroon mare, and Ulf, Anger, Vargas and the Earl of East Friesland were following her on foot. In addition to Ulf and others, there were also several servants closely following her. Following, they carried the money and goods the countess intended to donate to the parish church.
"I really don't understand why this woman insists that we go to some parish?" Ange looked indignant. She didn't know about the religious dispute between Ulf and the Countess in the courtyard.
"She probably wants to influence us!" Ulf scratched his head. He seemed to understand that the countess probably wanted to take Ulf and others to the church to feel the so-called glory of the Lord there.
"Odin, this woman is crazy!" Vargas muttered. He shook his head and carried the ax and buckler on his back.
"When I first learned that the Norse actually allowed women to go to the battlefield, I was surprised." But the countess was very interested. She looked at Ange, who was escorting her, with a look of novelty on his face.
"Oh, don't you allow women to fight?" Ange said coldly to the countess.
"Of course not. According to the teachings of the Bible, men fight and farm, while women are responsible for running the house. It is blasphemy for a woman to go to the battlefield." The countess sat on the mare and said to Ange as she jolted.
"Hmph, that's ridiculous. The Shield Girl is a strictly trained warrior. I won't lose to a man on the battlefield." Ange sneered and said to the Countess.
"But, don't you, a young and beautiful woman like you, want to start a family with your beloved husband, hold a lovely child in your arms, wait for your husband to come home after working hard every day, and relieve his pain with delicious meals and a warm bed? Are you tired?" The countess said in confusion. In her opinion, the battlefield was really scary, with blood and flesh everywhere, and it would be better to be in a stable home.
"Humph." Ange snorted coldly. For some reason, her eyes drifted to Ulf's back unconsciously, but she quickly pulled back, so fast that she didn't even notice it.
The group of people suddenly fell into silence. The parish church of Suffolk is located northwest of the castle and is closely connected to Cambridgeshire. The church is located on a plain, with grass that reaches people's calf and fertile land. It was once Sappho's church. In order to express their piety to Catholicism, the people of Ke County specially enshrined it.
"What a waste, such fertile land is used to build a stone house." Vargas said in surprise, carrying a buckler on his back and looking at the land under his feet with an ax in his hand.
"That's right." Ulf also nodded. Such fertile land is rare in Northern Europe. If it can be cultivated, it can produce a lot of food.
"This is people's offering of faith." The countess explained to Ulf and others.
"Relying on charity from others is unthinkable." Ange shook her head, her long silver hair fluttering in the wind. She gathered her hair with her hands and looked at the flat, fertile grassland with her beautiful eyes. , dreaming in his heart of cultivating a field here and building a solid house so that he could stay with his husband for the rest of his life.
"There is a church ahead." The countess could not understand the thoughts of these northerners, but she still took Ulf and others to a church built of stone. There was a small village next to the church, but this All the people in the village are monks in gray robes.
"What happened to them? Have their tongues been cut out?" When they walked into the village, Vargas and others were not very curious when they saw these monks. They just took a look and started working in silence, without anyone even speaking. , the whole village produced a strange silence and courtyard.
"They are a group of monks who adhere to the oath of silence in order to serve the Lord wholeheartedly, because language is the most vicious gift the devil gives to people." The countess proudly said to Ulf and others.
"Do they never talk to each other all their lives?" Ange was also very surprised. She walked to this group of monks. Sure enough, even if there was a strange Nordic woman standing next to her, these monks were busy with their own things and didn't say a word. Word.
"Hmm." Ulf was not surprised. As a person whose soul came from the future, he had seen more bizarre religious practices and practices.
"The Point Guard Is Here"
The countess couldn't help but be a little disappointed when she saw that there was nothing on Ulf's face. She knew that her husband, the Earl of Suffolk, would be shocked when he came here. He could not understand the behavior of these people at all, but because of them There was no threat to him, so as long as he paid taxes, he was unwilling to come to this weird place.
"Dang Dang Dang~~." At this time, the bells rang in the church next to the village. The monks put down their work and walked towards the church. With piety and determination, they passed by Ulf and others. around people.
"Follow me." The Countess led Ulf and others towards the church. This church is not big, but when you walk into it, you will find that it is completely different from other churches. There is no magnificent holy church here. There were no utensils and no magnificent murals, only a simple wooden cross. The monks silently prayed to the cross together.
"Dear Bishop." The countess saw an old monk lighting a candle in front of the altar. She hurriedly stepped forward and kissed a corner of the monk's robe. To the countess, this old man was simply a saint.
The old man smiled kindly, raised his old veined hand, and pressed it on the countess's head, as if praying for her, but like an elder patting the junior's cheek.
"Such a poor church." Vargas was a little disappointed. He had been listening to Ragnar's story, and Ragnar's first attack was the magnificent church, where people handed gold and silver treasures to the church, and The church has neither tall walls nor enough soldiers to guard it, so it is really a rare fat sheep.
"You must be curious why there are no gold instruments here! This is because the bishop said that the invasion of your northerners is a punishment for our greed. As long as churches and monasteries do not hide gold and silver instruments, we will not be attacked by the northerners. ." The Countess explained to Ulf and others.
"Oh?" Ulf was a little surprised. This view was very similar to that of Eastern Buddhism and Taoism.
"It's really interesting." But Vargas and Ange seemed to have found fun. They walked past the praying monks, while the other monks closed their eyes slightly, looking pious and unwavering.
"Bang~~." Vargas saw a small silver cross hanging around a monk's neck, and he reached out and pulled the cross off.
"Ugh." The monk who was robbed of the cross had his eyes widened, but after looking at the tall and sturdy Vargas, he still chose to lower his head and continue to pray silently.
"Hahaha, they are really like wooden men." Vargas raised the cross in his hand, and then he started to search for other people, but he was soon disappointed, because these people really rarely brought gold and silver items.
"Don't waste your energy. The monks here are miracles on earth. They adhere to thrift, humility and piety." The countess said proudly, and then she added, "Is it possible for your gods to do this?"
"Who, Odin, hahaha impossible."
"Thor is an upright god, but he is a drunkard."
Vargas and the Earl of East Friesland said with a smile.
"The Nordic gods are imperfect, but they obey their hearts, drink to their heart's content, or fight heartily to maintain the balance and justice of the world, and will never use hell to scare believers." Ulf told the Countess said.
"You, hum." The countess seemed angry at Ulf and others' stubbornness, but before she could speak, Ulf raised his hand to silence her.
"Do you keep many horses here?" Ulf asked the Countess.
"Horses, no, except for two pack horses, there are no cattle and horses here, because the bishop believes that these animals cannot be enslaved and make him lazy." The countess said in surprise.
"Well, it seems that there are guests here." Ulf glanced at Ange and Vargas. After fighting side by side for a long time, they immediately understood what Ulf meant and carefully took off their shields and shields. arms.
