savior epic

Chapter 30 Christopher

Early in the morning, when Hedwig saw that there was a strange girl in the house, she couldn't hide the surprise on her face.

"She is the prisoner's child and escaped from there." Chen Yi told her the whole story of last night.

"Such a small child will be punished." Hedwig couldn't help feeling sad and angry, "My Lord is above."

"Hello sister, may you be sheltered."

Annie looked at Hedwig with her head raised halfway. This sister didn't look real. She was like a phantom that aroused Annie's curiosity. She wanted to reach out, but her hands were still placed behind her back.

"Annie, your name is Anne, right? I'm Hedwig Pune," Hedwig knelt down and asked worriedly, "What do you plan to do next? Do you want to stay at our house?"

Annie shook her head: "I really want to stay at your house, but my mother told me to go to the church in the town, find the priest there, bring this little icon to him, and then listen to his arrangements."

As she spoke, she took out a small silver icon the size of a thumb from her pocket.

The priests Chen Yi and Hedwig looked at each other in the town. They are both true believers, and they don’t know the priest. Chen Yi also goes to mass on weekdays, and he is also familiar with Father Manuel. Isn’t he The Keshi people came from the Deschanel Empire. They have presided over the church for more than 20 years.

He is also the doctor of the true believers, and from time to time he can be seen practicing medicine and preaching in the villages and towns of the barony.

"You want to find Father Manuel, I can take you there." Chen Yi said.

Annie nodded, raised the corners of her mouth and smiled at them, offering her blessings in a very educated manner.

Taking advantage of the opportunity of early prayer, Chen Yi led Annie to go out. She wore a square scarf on her head. Although the scarf is often worn by married women, when praying, children, especially girls, are also covered with scarves. It is not uncommon to see it as a symbol of piety.

In the backyard of the church, I saw Anne being led to the priest by the monks.

Chen Yi saw that Manuel stared at the small silver icon in her hand for a long time, and kept apologizing to the gods.

Then, Manuel turned his head and said to Chen Yi: "Thank you, you brought my sister's child here, thank you, my lord and the gods will bless you."

As he spoke, he pinched three fingers and made a ring salute.

After Chen Yi returned the salute, she saw Annie waving goodbye to her.

He smiled, waved his hand, and turned to leave.

going to jail
Walking out of the church, Chen Yi sighed.

After Chen Yi left, Annie became acquainted as soon as she arrived at the church, and she was carefree.

"Annie, don't run around."

"Sorry, Uncle Manuel, I picked some dandelions from the cemetery." Annie held up a handful of dandelions and blew them away.

She immediately hummed the ditty of "Where is the Lord", which is a hymn that all children know.

The cemetery is next to the church.

Manuel was a serious person. He squatted down, grabbed Anne's shoulders, and warned: "Listen, Anne, you don't want to run around, you can't run around, you want dandelions, you can ask the monks to help you pick some up, you can't Get out of the church and out of the hall."

Annie nodded obediently, and said, "I see, Father."

"Alas." Manuel sighed, "May the angels love you, Annie. I will take you by boat to Sola's monastery later on."

"I want to leave here?" Annie scratched her little head.

"Yes, my child."

"Can I wait until I see the angel come to pick up my mother, Uncle Manuel, please." Annie threw away the dandelion branch, clasped her hands together, and begged.

Manuel's wrinkled, dry face stiffened.

He slid his Adam's apple, and after a long time, he said slowly: "Annie, maybe you are too young to understand, but... I'm preparing a defense, you know? I'm going to the pagan lecture hall for the things the court needs. Your mother and Christopher, I will defend them. For our God, a last-ditch effort. Annie, you stay here."

Anne listened to this in a daze. In this long and difficult sentence, there were many words she could not understand, such as "defence", "defense manuscript", "scholastic school". She only knew that Manuel used The tone of an adult can no longer be adult, asking her to stay here obediently.

"I see, Uncle Manuel."

Manuel nodded slightly.

Those true believers will soon be escorted to the town.

So Chen Yi rushed to the prison in the town early to prepare for the next job.

"The group of prisoners in the afternoon will be brought here." Outside the narrow aisle, the late financial manager explained to him, "What you have to do with a group of true believers is to write down their names, including their height and gender. , crime, region, etc., remember, record one copy for each of the two languages.”

The treasurer pointed to a jailer and said, "Xisen is an old man here. Where are things and where are things, you can ask him."

The pagan named Xisen gave Chenyi a friendly smile.

Sitting in the prison warden's room made of bricks, Chen Yi couldn't help but have mixed feelings when she thought of being released from prison not long ago.

"Xisen, where are the ink and the linen paper used for registration?" Chen Yi asked.

"The clerk, in the second grid in the second row behind you, there are red and black inks, quill pens and reed pens inside. The grid above it is the paper for registering prisoners. You generally don't care about the box next to the cabinet. It's a document issued by the territorial court."

Xisen introduced in an orderly manner that Chen Yi dug out half-used red ink and black ink from the cabinet. The former was made from mahogany chips mixed with vinegar and gum, while the latter was blended with charcoal and gum.

Chen Yi flipped through the previous prisoner registration form. The so-called flax paper for registration actually didn't have standard lines or boxes on it. The paper was blank, but the back of the paper was yellower than ordinary paper.

"The name is at the top, then the gender, region, and height are lined up, and then the crimes are listed at the bottom. Well, I probably understand." Chen Yi compared the two registration forms.

"Clerk, besides these, I have to say some prison rules." Xisen coughed.

Chen Yi listened attentively.

Immediately afterwards, Xisen began to talk about the customary rules in the prison. Before the curfew, the prison guards had to inspect the cells once, count them once, and inspect them again after the cock crowed in the morning. For the same number of points, they would not arrange vigil when there were not many prisoners, but obviously These few days are not included, so two people are kept on vigil every night. The warden is not around, so the old man will make arrangements. These are not written down, but passed on by word of mouth.

"I have to say something, clerk," Xisen said without any dissatisfaction with the true believers, "If you see other jailers taking something from the prisoner, just tell me, and you don't have to write it down on paper."

Chen Yi suddenly realized that the meaning of this sentence was to hide it from himself. He was also sensible and nodded slightly.

Xisen breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "The work is going well, may God bless you, clerk, I will show you the inside of the prison later."

After Xisen led Chen Yi to look inside the prison, and introduced the guards to him one by one, Chen Yi turned around and sorted out the files, and after sorting them out, she looked up out of the window, and it was afternoon before she knew it.

There was a commotion outside the prison, Chen Yi hurried out and gathered her sleeves.

As soon as I got out of the prison, I saw a group of prisoners in ragged clothes with their hands bound. Among them, there were men and women with miserable faces and emaciated figures. The leader walking was a gray-haired old man. The only thin shirt on his body was Monk robes, slightly bowed back, and an old face with a peaceful expression.

A few face-to-face pagans stayed behind, arguing about something in Yavin.

"That girl ran away, how did you guard her?" the captain of the guard scolded.

"I treat children kindly according to the requirements in the scriptures, and I tied a thin rope specially for my hands," the scolded guard said fiercely: "Who knew that that pig-bred kid cut the rope on his hands."

Xi Sen, who was connecting with them, looked helpless. He just wanted to hurry up and said, "Put these people in first, and leave the girl behind. I will report to the higher-ups to find a way. Hurry up, otherwise the registration will not be completed before the curfew."

Those true believers are really going to be burned at the stake.

Xi Sen told Chen Yi exactly what happened.

Even though she had been prepared in her heart, Chen Yi was still full of shock.

"Words of this will spread across the streets," he said.

"It's all the priest's fault. Even if they are heretics, I hope their souls rest in peace in the fire." Xisen shrugged, "It's almost time, go and register, the crime is blasphemy."

Nodding, Chen Yi picked up the ink bottle and quill.

Pushing open the wooden door of the corridor, Xisen and another jailer stood guard outside. In the narrow corridor, the iron fence was just a short distance away from the gray wall, and the high-hanging small window let in the afternoon light, which was thin and faint. It was so dim that Chen Yi almost missed the prisoner in the first cell.

"Hello, may my Lord bless you." A flat and gentle voice sounded in the cell.

Hearing the sound, Chen Yi turned her head, and there was an old man wearing a monk's robe sitting inside, and he was locked here alone.

"I am the clerk, and may you be blessed."

"Are you here to register us prisoners?" the old man asked kindly.

"Yes, you are..." Chen Yi hesitated for a moment, then speculated, "Father Christopher?"

Chen Yi squatted down, unscrewed the ink bottle, and dipped the tip of the pen in ink.

"Yes, I'm Christopher, a commoner, without a last name."

Christopher confessed that he seemed to know something about it, and very cooperatively told about his origin, height, etc., as well as a brief biography.

Christopher stopped speaking when Chen Yi's strokes fell to crime.

"Mr. Clerk, I didn't blaspheme." Christopher said as he watched Chen Yi outline the last word.

"I did as I was told, Father."

Chen Yi raised her head and found Christopher staring at him calmly.

"I understand you, Mr. Clerk, may my Lord bless you."

It seemed that what he said just now was just to inform, not justify.

"I did my best to save everyone, as my Lord said." Christopher smoothed his monk's robes. "Only He knows how much I love Him."

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(End of this chapter)