The next day, I told Herman to guard the people, and Albrecht, the priest, and Randolph went to the wildlings' huts.
Albrecht pulls his cloak in advance and covers his nose and mouth. But the smell that was beyond imagination, it was hard enough to bear even when covered with a cloak.
Priests and Randolph have not been in the wilderness village for a while, nauseous.
Going to the survivors we saw yesterday, the survivors are still out of their minds, staring into the air as if they saw something that no human being should have, or as if they had experienced something that no human should have.
The priest painted the sign and memorized the prayer. Randolph just grabs the survivors by the hand and drags them out.
They walk out of the air as if they were a helpless, soulless puppet.
The priest holds the survivors' hands and drags them out. Albrecht examines the huts a little further, and he sees traces of cannibalism he saw yesterday and a pile of unknown corpses.
A kind of magical ritual made of a structure made of human intestines, imperishable skulls, and corpses. Even the Albrecht was horrified.
Rescuing the survivors slows the group down to Ramus.
“Hey. How much farther to Ramus?" ”
When Albrecht asks, the priest thinks for a moment and says,
“At this rate, it will take a week. ”
Albrecht hopes that the wildlings attacked yesterday will be finished.
But there was also an ambush that night. You kill them all the same way, then follow them to raid the stronghold.
I knew there was a stench. After killing them all, I looked around the huts, and again, I saw traces of cannibalism and strange structures piled up with corpses, but I didn't see any survivors.
To my surprise, I looked a little more closely and saw the armor of the soldiers or chains. Yes, it would be difficult for a soldier or skilled person to endure an ambush at night.
Who knew the people who were heading to the Holy Land to receive the salvation of their souls would die so miserably? Albrecht wanted to get out of this fucking forest as soon as possible.
As Valentina said, the wildlings persist. I've been on an all-day raid. Albrecht had been sleepless for three days, and his nerves were sharpened and irritated, killing wildlings in cold blood.
Instead of aiming for a critical point, I split my stomach and let my intestines spill out, attacked my eyes, cut off my arms and legs, smashed my head with a gauntlet, and killed like I was trying to fight who was more cruel.
On the fourth day, Albrecht's eyes became like those of the wildlings. People have grown distant from Albrecht.
Randolph looks at his master apprehensively, and Herman looks at him silently.
That night, Albrecht fell asleep, unable to bear the pouring sleep. Randolph and Hermann are determined to protect their master with their lives knowing he's sleeping. Fortunately, there was no ambush that night.
Albrecht had a dream. After being captured by one of the wildlings, his limbs were torn off and eaten alive, he eventually used his corpse to build a bizarre structure.
I quickly opened my eyes. I just opened my eyes more than I woke up. His heart was pounding and he was breathing. It was dawn when I looked around.
You see Randolph and Hermann's back. Albrecht rises up and looks at his master. Looking at their appearance, I felt like I was keeping them up all night.
It felt like Albrecht was warming to me that he survived without sleeping at night without any spots of light. But this fucking forest, I wanted to get out of here at one o'clock.
As we travel two more days without ambush, the wildlings' territory begins to shrink, and by evening, the end of the forest is visible. Shit! Thank God!
The Crusaders were a massive event that penetrated this era, and that many people would have traveled this road countless times to get to the sanctuary. How many people died in this forest? I didn't want to think.
You leave the forest with the group. Some shed tears because they were impressed.
“Oh! God! ”
“Darkness!”
Albrecht was actually about to cry. After leaving everything else, I didn't sleep for four days, and I never wanted to do it again.
Out of the forest, it was a modest elevation, and there were tiny grasses growing, and shrubs were visible everywhere. The bright red light of the sunset is setting the world ablaze.
“Thank you, Knight. Thank you. If it weren't for you, we'd be dead. God must have led you to us. ”
The priest bowed his back and thanked him. The priest felt relieved that he was also out of the forest, and he always looked calm and cried.
“All right, I need directions. Let's go to Ramus.”
Instead of answering if the priest couldn't speak, he nodded.
In the evening, however, the group sets out to make camp as far away from the forest as possible. You fucking jungle!
However, in the hill you see far away, you see someone dressed in silk rushing this way.
It was silk, but it didn't wash and wear for generations, and it didn't look good because it was old.
The person in the silk robe was not a very old man, but it looked like he had just entered the old man's axis.
It seemed a bit ridiculous, to be honest, how hard he leaped his old body towards this direction.
After a short time, a group of people come out of the hills and chase after the old man. Do I need your help?
“Holy Father! ”
The priest opens his eyes wide as if his eyes were popping out.
"That's the Pope? ’
Albrecht first rode to the Pope. Two articles followed. When the Pope saw Albrecht, he was furious and turned and ran hard again.
The priest runs after Albrecht hard and shouts.
“Holy Father! It's John! Come this way! ”
Then he steps on his monk's robe and starts rolling the ramp.
The Pope listened to John's cry and ran again hard this way. Albrecht approaches, running toward Albrecht with frightened eyes. I felt like I could keep running towards Albrecht, or I could be worrying for the rest of my life.
Albrecht tries to go to the horde that chases past the Pope, but they see the knight riding away and then run back to the other side. What the hell.
Albrecht didn't want to go after him. I turned around to go to the priest named John and the Pope, and they were hugging each other and feeling emotional.
Albrecht approaches and looks down at them on the horse. I did not show respect to the Pope. I just looked down once.
They also didn't point out any disrespect. Rather than being rude, the Pope was fortunate enough not to kill himself.
The Crusaders on Earth were proclaimed when the Pope's power was almost at its peak, but here the Crusaders were proclaimed for the Pope's survival.
I was afflicted by barbarians, bandits, gangsters, merchants, Feudal Lords and all kinds of gangsters, and I called people together somehow and declared them to survive. Rather, the recovery of the Holy Land was a secondary objective.
“Who were they? ”
Albrecht asked, assuming the people who were chasing the Pope were bandits or bandits.
“They were pilgrims. It's like they came running to me for the Sacred Relic. ”
Through the fucking woods, I met the Pope, but the Pope was being chased by pilgrims. Albrecht's nose is blocked and he can't speak.
* * *
Albrecht glances down at the Pope and John, and steps off the horse. Then I grabbed the Pope's waist and lifted it.
“Ouch!”
The Pope was in a state of panic. John hung on Albrecht, but his weak body had no chin.
Albrecht sits the Pope in Schwarz. The Pope was puzzled and looked down at Albrecht.
“I'll draw the horses. Take a ride.”
I told the knight that his pride was symbolic enough to say that he wouldn't even give his master a ride.
The Pope never learned to ride early, never rode a horse, just sitting on a horse, embarrassed, and Albrecht walks.
Randolph and Hermann follow behind you on horseback without a word.
“Well, where are we going now? ”
The Pope asked.
“Don't you live in Lamus? We're on our way to Ramus. ”
The Pope shakes his head.
“There are so many people out there right now, I can't control them. It's far from here. First, let's go to Olvietta. ”
What was unexpected in the League of Merchants was that the Pope actively went out, and what the Pope did not expect was that so many people would come.
The Pope has no money, no army. I couldn't control more people than I had imagined.
The congregation came to a standstill and tried to touch the Pope once, or plundered the Pope's cathedral because of the atmosphere.
“And thank you for saving my life. ”
The Pope smiled lovingly and thanked Albrecht. Albrecht bows slightly.
When the Pope saw John, John stepped forward and gave a guide.
I walk along the road, looking for the right place to camp, and I shout, hiding behind a small shrub or rock.
“Holy Father! ”
The Pope, who was shocked by the sound, looked at them and called out, "I'm glad I know you."
“Oh! Bertino! Marco! Is everyone all right? ”
Seven men rush towards Albrecht's group. They were joyful to see the Pope together, but they also caught a glimpse of the knights who had made the vile faces except Randolph.
In addition to the three knights, John and the pilgrims, they joined them quite a bit.
They were all Cardinal and Archbishop, all dressed in shabby monk uniforms.
‘Looks like you're torn to pieces. ’
Albrecht told the Pope as the day got dark.
“If we still have a long way to go to Olvietta, we might make camp. ”
“No. Olvietta's just around the corner. I'll show you the way. ”
They said they were just a little closer, and the sun was completely setting and they could barely tell the light of the dark moon.
Albrecht, I don't care if you have monstrous vision, but the Pope showed me the way at night. Seeing that he didn't run once or twice, he was used to the road at night.
In this age, there were still some who purely believed in the cross. Among them were wealthy merchants and Feudal Lords. They donated to the Pope, and then the mobs came and plundered him.
The Pope lived a life of being plundered when donated, and plundered when donated. It was a habit of running away and escaping.
From the point of view of the gangsters, the Pope was just a geese who sometimes lay eggs. When you lay an egg, you just take it.
We couldn't see far because of the many hills. As we passed through the hills, we saw a small town on a low but carved cliff.
It was a natural fortress that would not allow for easy outside invasion. As the Pope told me, I entered the town along a narrow path. It didn't look like much furniture.
A faint stream of light seeps out from the townhouses.
Going to the center of the town, you see an ancient one-story, long house built from bricks, surrounded by a low stone wall. It's an old-fashioned word, honestly. It's old and shabby.
“Here we are. ”
Albrecht grabbed the Pope by the back and lowered him down. And the Pope hugged Albrecht.
“God helped me. Thank you. Thank you. ”
A cardinal walks past the stone wall and enters the building, and the investigators come out. It seemed to be a monastery. The investigators came to see the Pope and hugged him and wept.
"Don't churches have manners? ’
After being tormented by the gangsters, they became close and distinct from each other, and they had thrown off their manners for a long time.
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