At the end of the Tang Dynasty, it was a feudal town, but in Western Europe

"The people here are the young and strong of our tribe. If we kill them all, our village and tribe will be annexed by other tribes."

"Then give me a reason to kill you."

"We can provide you with...huh?" Murduin raised his head, thinking that he had heard wrong.

"Give me a reason to kill you." Pepin said seriously, "Answer well, I want to hear the truth."

Cold sweat broke out on Murduin's forehead: "Because you are a believer of the Heavenly Father, and for the Heavenly Father, we are heretics. In order to survive, we tribal leaders are willing to convert..."

"Hmph—" Pepin let out a breath through his nose, "So you Xingyue Sect see our Heavenly Father Sect in this way, thinking that we are all murderous pagan barbarians?"

Looking down at the dead body on the ground, isn't it true that Murduin was slandering?But at this moment, he replied: "This is the impression left by the Eastern Empire..."

"I am willing to accept your surrender and conversion." Pepin stood up and thought for a while, probably pondering his words, "However, how can I believe that your conversion is not based on the Takia principle?"

Everyone fell into silence. This is indeed a big problem. On the surface, the Xingyue believers look old-fashioned and fanatical, but in fact, they also have a side of compromise. The best embodiment of this side is the Takia principle .

The essence of the so-called Takia principle is "If you pretend to convert, you will regret it later."

This principle means that when a Xingyue believer faces threats and persecution, he can falsely declare that he does not believe in Xingyue, and then declare his religion when the time is right in the future.

Inside the Xingyue Sect, no matter if it is garlic paste or food leaves, this principle has been followed.

But the question is, how do you prove that you drink and eat pork but you are a good Xingyue believer?The answer is very simple, you can prove it by submitting a certificate - killing a few heretics.

This has led to, in some areas, although the local Xingyue believers have converted, they still receive hostility and dislike for converting to religion, because who knows if the Xingyue sect army will come one day, will he jump out of the base of the tower? sub-principle.

If Pepin rules here, how can the loyalty of the Xingyue believers be guaranteed?

After waiting for half a minute, seeing that they didn't answer, Pepin spoke slowly:

"I hope you understand that Heavenly Father is also a tolerant person. We know that a lost believer is not so easy to change, and haste makes waste. So, of course I hope you will convert, but it will be a long time. The process, at least in your generation, and even the generation of your children will not be able to see it.

Therefore, I have always implemented a policy of religious tolerance in my territory. Everyone can freely believe in their religion. If there is a conflict between the two parties, it will be judged in the religious court by the secular law.

First of all, you can not convert, keep your original religion, and practice the original religious ceremonies in rural areas, but you cannot stop the preaching of Heavenly Father’s missionaries, and in urban areas, you also have to abide by Heavenly Father’s laws.

Secondly, the tax you paid to the original Vali cannot be changed, but you must pay a duty tax that belongs to unbelievers, because your people must be disarmed, but anyone who owns more than three sets of armor is a capital offense.

Of course, as long as you convert to Heavenly Father, you don't have to pay this tax, but you have to be drafted into the battlefield.

Finally, if you can't afford to pay the extra tax, then you can use children from ten to sixteen years old to replace them. They will come to my side and become my slave soldiers.

Do you agree with these conditions? "

Merduin's eyes kept rolling, and Pepin could even see the mist coming out of his head. He didn't know if it was dried by the flames or what.

After apologizing to Pepin, Murduin backed away, and after whispering with several Sheikhs, he finally came to Pepin reluctantly, and said with a stiff smile: "Of course we agree, it's just that the tax size……"

Pepin laughed and said, "It won't be too heavy, we will discuss it later."

Under Pepin's organization, a firebreak was quickly isolated, and the prisoners of war were tied up and dejected.

The night wind blew, the flames gradually extinguished, and the oppressive heat wave also subsided, and the moon was in the middle of the night, and it was already the middle of the night.

Under the leadership of Sheikh Moduin, Pepin walked through a group of tents and came to the camp of Berber mercenary cavalry.

They are said to be Adam's mercenaries. During the previous chaos, they betrayed for some reason and cut off Adam's head. With the introduction of Murduin, Pepin finally met the leader of the Berber cavalry. The Berber youth who beheaded Adan before.

"We met once on the battlefield."

"Yes, you killed my friend Adrich with a spear."

Pi Ping was expressionless: "You killed at least one or two hundred of us, and they are brothers and sisters with me."

While tidying up the horses, the Berber youth replied, "I helped you get rid of Adan, so we're even."

Randomly looking for a small Mazar, Pepin sat down unceremoniously: "I learned a piece of news from Sheikh Murduin. The arrogant Adan has passed the message of his victory to Cardona. If I guess correctly, Cardona is very empty now."

"Of course." The Berber youth threw the reins onto the saddle, "That's why I killed Adan, and I know what your purpose is.

We can help you disguise your identities and capture Cardona, but my request is that I want to rescue my sister, and I want to get half of Adan's wealth. "

"Half?" Pepin squinted his eyes, looked at the leader of the Berber cavalry, and said after a long time, "Yes, but only in Adan's treasury. I will give the wealth outside his mansion to my soldiers."

"If your soldiers can still move, of course you can." The voice of the Berber youth was sarcasm: Can your soldiers continue to attack after repeated battles? "

Pepin stood up: "You wait here for a while, don't move."

Riding on the horse, Pepin raised the battle flag in his hand high and galloped back and forth in the camp, attracting the attention of the soldiers. They all stood up and stared at the hunchbacked young man in front of them.

"Follow me!"

Unlike before, Pepin's voice is not loud, nor is it hoarse and passionate, but it can be heard by everyone.

When Pepin came to the Berber youth again, behind him were many soldiers who followed the flame like moths.

"I selected 400 people carefully. They all know how to ride horses, including infantry and cavalry, and more than half of them have armor." Pepin led the horse and walked in front of the Berber youth, "How is it?"

The Berber youth snorted, turned around and wanted to leave, but felt his wrist tightened, and the scimitar was pulled out from his waist in an instant, but Pepin was not afraid to ask: "My friend, since we have concluded the covenant , can't you let me see your real face?

I told you my name and origin, but can't I see your true face? "

Throwing away Pepin's hand, the young Berber's voice was disgusted and mocking: "I warn you, don't regret it!"

The short cloak and hood were removed from the head, followed by the chain armor helmet under the hood, and a head of long gray hair fell from the shoulders.

Because of the other's flat chest and hoarse and neutral voice, Pepin didn't realize until now that this was a Berber woman.

She is probably in her early twenties. Compared with Africans, she has a distinctly white face, with a long atrium, thin eyebrows, wheat-colored skin and a rigid body, full of a pure and wild beauty.

But Pepin couldn't see her real face, because she was wearing a veil, and the reason for wearing a veil, he could guess a little, was because of Berber customs on the one hand, and on the other hand, Because of the marks on her face.

Those white scars can be seen everywhere on her bare forearm and the upper half of her face. Compared with her wheat-colored skin, they are so conspicuous.

"My name is Sara ibn Shakya, and I am an ordinary Tifenag. I am not a local tribe, but a mercenary from outside."

In the context of Western Europe, Berbers mean barbarians, so Berbers themselves always call themselves Tifenag.

Noticing Pepin's strange eyes, Sarah couldn't help mocking: "What? Regret seeing my face? Are you scared?"

"I think you're so pretty."

"Are you insulting me?!"

"No, I swear to the Father," replied Pepin earnestly. "You are beautiful!"

Chapter 274 "24 Letters"

"It's amazing. Sarah's younger sister is named Deris ibn Abdullah. They are sisters. Why is one father named Abdullah and the other named Shakya? Can Xingyue women remarry? ?

By the way, Delisi is actually the great-granddaughter of Hassan. In other words, she actually has the blood of the prophet. Does Sarah also have the blood of the prophet...

Moreover, you would never have imagined that Sara’s brother-in-law is actually a Tang man. He was one of the looted Tang artisans, and his name was Haji Ali Baba Ibn Yunma. Now, he has become my chief secretary, handling my property and doing it in an orderly manner.

Ali Baba is my lucky star. He not only brought me papermaking technology, but also persuaded Sara to cooperate with me. However, the Xingyue Sect they believe in seems to be different from those Abbasids in the east. "

Nonsense, a Garlic Pie and a Leaf Pie, can they be the same?Sitting in front of the window, Feng Sen read Pepin's letter with relish, could this Ali Baba be the Ali Baba in One Thousand and One Nights?Isn't he a Persian?Why did you become a Tang Dynasty again?

After writing this down, Feng Sen continued to read.

"...We have captured Cardona now. Cardona has a salt mine, just like Kalkberg, but the salt mine here has already been developed. No wonder the pagan count is so rich, but, since here Why mine rock salt when there is sea salt?

There is a mansion on a small hill in Cardona. It is the castle of a pagan count. It is basically made of a lot of stones, and there are cool springs and wells in it. It is very comfortable. Transform it into my castle.

I've heard that there seems to be movement in the nearby Osona and Valli in Uher, and they seem to want to join forces to retake Cardona, but I believe that with the blessing of the Heavenly Father, we will be able to defeat them.

Oh, by the way, I bought some military books from Byzantium, including "Strategy", "Civil War Records", "Gaul War Records", etc., I will attach it with the letter as a gift, I wish you well..."

Putting down the letter in his hand, Feng Sen let out a sigh of relief, looking out the window at the bright sunshine

It is now the beginning of May, and this news is already more than a month ago. If there is no accident, Pepin should start a war with those Vallis at this time.

Comparing Pepin's ups and downs in Iberia's life, his life here is really boring. When there are rare thrills, it is basically based on flat push.

I don't know if this is luck or misfortune, Feng Sen looked helplessly at the spring light outside the window, a few pots of lavender irises on the window sill were swaying with the warm wind, and the cuckoo cuckoo on the roof.

Feng Sen looked down at the white paper spread out in his hand, took a deep breath of the air full of ink, and continued to write honestly.

This is a large dictionary of concise Chinese, which is to change the current traditional Chinese into the future simplified Chinese, and then standardize the writing grammar, use Latin characters for phonetic notation, etc.

However, in order to please Charlie, Feng Sen did not use those complicated Latin letters, but used Carolingian lowercase fonts, which is more convenient.

After these manuscripts are written, they will be handed over to the officials and Zhenhui to organize and interpret them. This book only collects [-] commonly used characters, but it is enough for people to communicate normally. In addition, After this dictionary, there will be a Latin-Chinese translation dictionary.

But that is the business of Zhenhui and priests.

Say true wisdom, true wisdom arrives.

Just now, he was still thinking about Zhenhui, so he turned in from the screen with a stack of manuscripts, and he could enter without knocking on the door, which was considered special treatment for veterans.

"Jieshuai, take a look at this." The great monk Zhenhui handed the stack of manuscripts to Feng Sen. Feng Sen took a look first, but saw four large characters from top to bottom on the manuscript——24 Letters.

After opening the manuscript, Feng Sen glanced at it briefly. These manuscripts were all written in Latin with Carolingian lowercase fonts, and they seemed to be basically stories and legends.

"what is this?"

"Twenty-four letters." The great monk Zhenhui pinched the flowers and smiled, "These are eight Heavenly Father's teachings about the origin of festivals, sixteen Heavenly Father's teachings about saints' deeds, and a few small jokes and innocuous little legends from various places.

These stories and fables are all summed up based on our daily missionary work and quarrels. There are four versions in Low German, High Frankish, Latin, and Chinese.

Because we found that in daily preaching, due to the obscurity of the Sun Salutation Sutra, the normal preaching to believers is often ineffective, and it is always done through the deeds of saints, so we compiled this book. "

Blinking his eyes, Feng Sen became a little interested. He opened the cover and randomly found an article to read. This is St. George's St. George's deeds. It begins with a simple narrative, including the etymology of the saint's name, the narrative of his life and the miracles he created. .

Not to mention, Zhenhui's writing is really good, it is catchy to read, and the diction is also very beautiful, almost like prose poetry.

But as Feng Sen read more and more, he found something was wrong.

In the book, it is said that St. George was the son of a little knight in the Roman era. He traveled to North Africa and learned that there was an evil dragon making troubles in the local area. Every ten years, the local pagans would sacrifice a princess to him.

St. George went to the market and said that he wanted to slay the dragon, but was ridiculed by the people in the market as a shepherd.

St. George went to the castle and said that he wanted to slay the dragon, but was beaten out by the servants and put in a cell.

In the end, St. George went to the lair to challenge the dragon, and was knocked off the cliff by the dragon. As a result, because of the protection of the heavenly father, he fell on a tree and survived.

Under the cliff, St. George prayed to his heavenly father, hoping to save those civilians, and then the heavenly father gave him a dragon sword, so St. George climbed up the cliff with the dragon sword on his back.

As a result, it happened that everyone was carrying the princess to the dragon's lair, so St. George killed the dragon three times, five times and two times, and the dragon's blood turned into a blood cross.

Everyone shouted that it was impossible, this kid was so terrifying, those who ridiculed him before all came up to admit their mistakes in shame.

St. George said that the Father will save those who try to save themselves, and you can slay dragons without me.

If the monarch can devoutly believe in the Father, then the dragon will not appear at all.

If the nobles can be loyal to the monarch, then the monarch will not have soldiers to slay the dragon at all.

This giant dragon is a warning from the Heavenly Father. If you are not ungodly and loyal, the evil dragon will come to you sooner or later.

Hearing these words, people were very ashamed, so they collectively converted to the Heavenly Father religion.

Although the diction is very beautiful, the plot of this ancient and vulgar Internet article filled Feng Sen with a sense of sight. He was obviously praising the Heavenly Father, but the reasoning he said was like an allegory of Sirius, just like in the past. A pot of mint water poured into the egg liquid generally tastes weird.

Continuing to turn backwards, Feng Sen scratched his head more and more as he looked more and more. Sometimes it was a normal legend, and sometimes it became a fact, but suddenly a raw Tang legend appeared, followed by a cool short story.

"No, what is it all about?" Feng Sen couldn't help but ask.

Zhenhui touched her bald head and said: "Isn't this the story you usually tell the soldiers? It's just that you are talking about the history of the Central Plains, and here is the history of Rome.

Moreover, they really like to hear this, even the knights and even the earls like to hear it. Those local Frankish earls will not let our priests who measure the land leave.

I thought something was wrong, but it turned out they wanted to finish the story. "

Feng Sen scratched his head: "This book is too complicated for pagans, ordinary civilians, or minor nobles to preach, but for those priests with a certain level of education, the plot is somewhat insufficient.

Many of those priests and nobles have read and heard the original story. If we do this, we might be accused by the church of tampering with the deeds of the saint.

Well, you go get a legend version for the common people and a historical fact version for the nobles. For the common people, it’s better to attach pictures, the words are more straightforward, and it’s called "Golden Legend".

For the aristocrats, the number of people is a little bigger, and the diction is a little more beautiful, so let's call it "24 Letters". "

Zhenhui thought about it carefully, and asked: "It's not impossible. The priests in this book are arguing about the arrangements for these stories. They just divide them into two groups to write."

Feng Sen was about to speak, but heard a rush of footsteps, and a servant ran to the door of Feng Sen's study: "Master, master!"

"what happened?"

"Queen, Queen Fastrada is here."

"What?! Where is she now?"

"It's a private visit in the city, if it wasn't discovered by Archer and interrogated, we wouldn't know about it."