bad, i'm a fool

Chapter 331 Missionary

spring flood.

From winter to spring, the rivers from the south of Liangzhou are often particularly turbulent in spring.

Normally, a ferry boat worth fifty or sixty copper coins would cost as much as one or two silver dollars during the spring flood season.

Even if the price rises like this, only experienced boatmen dare to undertake the ferry.

So such a ferry is always crowded.

"The luggage is packed, the water ahead is urgent!"

A small boat was packed with people.

The boatman is not very old, but his skin is fair and fair. Even though the early spring is still a bit chilly, he still only wears thin and easy-to-dry linen clothes, with the trousers rolled up high, obviously a dress that often seeks life in the water .

Hearing his solicitude, the passengers in the small boat cabin started to move one after another, tightening the hemp ropes on their luggage, and firmly tied them to the seats and the railings of the cabin.

Only two people in the cabin did not move, one was a blond-haired, blue-eyed foreigner dressed as a West Asian missionary. He was sitting in the cabin, watching the actions of the surrounding Simeng people with great interest.

This place is already in the south of Simeng, and there are not many West Asians.

He was looking at the Simeng people, and the surrounding Simeng people also inevitably looked at him, with curious and complicated eyes.

After all, they had only heard of the emperor's personal conquest some time ago. Although it was judged for the Grand Duke of West Asia, to the lower-level people who lacked information channels and common sense, it was basically equivalent to a war with West Asia.

So they were somewhat puzzled, how could they be put into Simeng after losing the battle?

The other is a young man in white who is closing his eyes and recuperating.

Since boarding the boat, the young man in white hasn't moved much, he only holds a slender piece of cloth-wrapped luggage in his arms, leaning against the corner of the cabin and sitting quietly.

"Hold on tight!"

The captain yelled, the bottom of the boat creaked suddenly, and a bump rose from the top of the wave.

The passengers immediately grabbed the nearest railing, and without a grip, they simply squatted down next to the seats with their heads in their hands.

There was a sound of surging waves, and white waves rose to the sky!
The turbulent waves came over one after another, and it was like a torrential rain fell in the entire cabin.

Naturally, most of the passengers were frightened to death, yelling loudly, and those who were less courageous had already started crying.

At the bow, the young boatman was holding the rudder tightly in the wind and waves. He was already soaked, and he gritted his teeth and tried his best to stabilize the boat.

But things turned out to be contrary to expectations, maybe the small boat was too small and too light, bumped back and forth in such wind and waves, and was actually pushed into a whirlpool by the current, spinning like a leaf.

"Oh my God!"

Someone in the cabin has already cried out: "Master River God calm down, Master River God calm down!"

Although the missionary in West Asia was already frightened and squatted on the ground pale, he still had a forced calm expression: "Everyone, don't be afraid, the Lord God will protect us, I pray for everyone!"

"Pray for your mother, it's all over!"

In the panicked cabin, the young man in white was still sitting on the ground in the corner without saying a word.

"Hurry up, I heard from the people in the village that the river god master is angry and wants to throw his treasures to worship the river god. Hurry up and throw the valuables into the river!"

I don't know why he opened his mouth like this, and amidst the crying and shouting, some people suddenly echoed.

"Yes, yes, yes, hurry up, it doesn't matter if it's worth money or not, and honor the river god!"

With their lives at stake, the things outside of them are really things outside of them. Some people began to untie their packages, took out some big and small bags, rushed out of the cabin half-running and half-crawling, and wanted to throw the packages into the river.

"Master River God, this is candy from my hometown, please don't take me away!"

A person yelled and lifted up the package, and was about to throw it out, but his body was hit by someone, and he went straight back to the cabin.

It was the young boatman who rushed to bump into people, his face was angry and anxious, and he cursed: "Damn, I told you to hide in the cabin, what are you doing out!"

"Master River God is angry! He wants to throw something to sacrifice to River God!"

It was a sentence that I had heard with confidence just now, but now it was shouted out hoarsely by the passengers as if it were the truth.

"Sacrifice your mother's head!"

The boatman made a fuss and cursed: "The boat is so light now that the swirling eye can't get out, and you have to throw things to lose weight, looking for death?! God of the river, God of the river, I've been running for more than ten years!" Boats, river gods!"

"Then, what to do then?"

The idea that was finally thought of was rejected, and the passengers added chaos.

"Do nothing!"

The young boatman stomped his feet: "See this wave? Wait for the water to pour in, and the boat will be able to go out after being heavy! Don't make trouble!"

After saying that, he suddenly turned his head and rushed to the front of the boat, busy to stabilize the hull, the rest of the passengers in the cabin began to tremble and feel uneasy.

The hull was still spinning, but after a while, it turned out that, as the boatman said, the cabin had been flooded to the calf, and the bumping of the hull was actually much more stable.

"Steady, steady!"

"Oh my god, so much water, my things are about to soak..."

Once the less flustered passengers settled down, they began to show distressed expressions, as if they were not the one who threw the package directly into the water just now.

But after all, the boat was stabilized in the waves, which is good news.

"This is the blessing of the God Lord. He has blessed me as a believer, and he has blessed all of you together."

The missionary in West Asia smiled and spread his hands generously: "I invite you to join me and praise the Lord God!"

It's a pity that this moment is not that moment. Everyone is busy saving their luggage, and no one cares about him anymore.

The missionary with his hot face on his cold butt was not discouraged. He looked around, fixed his eyes on the young man in white in the corner, and leaned over.

"My friend, I met you when I entered Moren Mountain. From West Asia to now, our route is similar. This is the fate that you Simeng people said."

Hearing someone talking to him, the young man in white finally opened his eyes slowly.

"So, I invite you to learn about God, let me tell you about Him for us..."

The young man in white looked at the missionary in front of him, but before he finished speaking, he interrupted him and asked:
"Are you a missionary? The Catholic Church?"

The missionary froze for a moment, and smiled: "Yes, I am the priest of the Ashes Choir, and my name is Robert."

"Ash Choir..."

The young man in white thought about the name, and asked again: "Gasconn, the archbishop of the Catholic Church, is treasonous. Should the church be under the jurisdiction of the Grand Duke's mansion?"

The blond-haired and blue-eyed Robert nodded, and his tone became enthusiastic: "I didn't expect you to know West Asia so well, my friend. Thank God, yes, the Pope is seriously ill, and the church is currently under the leadership of the Holy Lady—our Grand Duke."

"The Grand Duke didn't liquidate you?"

The young man in white looked directly at Robert, exuding a somewhat nervous aura around him.

Robert's smile did not change: "My friend, you may have misunderstood something. Even during the darkest period when the National Church Knights rebelled against the Grand Duke's residence, the Ashes Choir did not go with them. We stand firmly on the side of the Holy Lady." Although he failed to contribute on the battlefield, he never harmed the country."

"yes……"

The young man nodded silently, and looked out of the cabin.

This is already the fifth day after the ceremony.

The version update and maintenance of "Queyin" started on the eve of the grand ceremony. Since the plot is generated in real time on the server side, there are super double regional PVs for players to satisfy their hunger and understand the plot.

On the night of the big pawn, the No. [-] machine had already entered the land of West Asia in the snowstorm.

Fortunately, neither the first machine nor Han Dongwen was taken away by the beam of light that fell from the sky.

Afterwards, he set off immediately, returned from West Asia to Simeng and headed south to Haizhou.

The Ashes Choir is an existing organization in the original world line, and it belongs to the department of the Catholic Church that serves the Holy Son (Saint).

Originally, after Tilda disappeared, West Asia did not establish a new Holy Son, and the organization of this choir was a bit fishy. Han Dongwen only vaguely remembered a few NPCs with good data, but he never made a move or invested in it.

While he was thinking about it, the hull suddenly bumped violently.

reef?

Such thoughts just passed Han Dongwen's mind, but the desperate cries of other passengers came from his ears:

"It's the river god master! The river god master is alive!"

(End of this chapter)