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

Although there are only two hamburgers, there is enough oatmeal and unlimited refills.

As the saying goes, middle-aged children eat poor old people, and this group of boys is the same. None of them only eat one bowl. If they eat slowly, they may be gone.

Taking a bite of the hamburger like biting an enemy, Alvin picked up the chopsticks and mixed the fermented soy and wild vegetables, and drank it into his stomach, drinking three bowls before stopping.

Alvin put down the bowl and let out a long sigh of relief. It is a dream he has never realized for a long time. He has never been full since he was a child, but now it is different, and he can eat full every day.

This kind of life, whether it is the dead father or the former village, has never been given to him. The only regret is that his mother died.

Although she has been gone for ten years, he still remembers that his mother was very kind to him.

A floor bunk was laid on the spot, and all the young soldiers took a nap in the thatched shed under the shade of the trees until the horn sounded again at noon.

Alvin quickly jumped up, woke up several companions around him, and started intense preparations.

Normally, they should have four consecutive physical education classes in the afternoon, namely horse riding, archery, sword and military formation.

Today is the first day of May. For the young soldiers, this is a big day, because it is the day of the military competition.

Tightening the belt around his waist, Alvin looked at Jia Erhuo on the opposite side, and at the Karelian fire chief. He raised his short gun and showed a ferocious smile.

Standing on the high platform, Feng Sen leaned on the handrail, listening to Wang Sima's report, while looking at the young soldier below with interest.

On the vast school field, the young soldiers of Yihuohuo lined up neatly, some with shields, some with long sticks, and some with short wooden swords.

They formed into a square array, pushing and shoving each other. The huge stick hit the opposite body, which could produce a bruise visible to the naked eye. In just a quarter of an hour, seven or eight people were knocked out or even broke their arms.

They uttered childish battle roars and roars, their formations were constantly changing, and they launched impacts and counter-attacks, almost everyone was bloody.

"Wang Sima, how many of these people do you think can enter the army?"

"Half of it, the rest are just teachers." After reading the letter he received from Zhenhui, Wang Sima also looked at the young soldiers below, "Don't look at them now, some people are not naturally suitable for the battlefield."

Feng Sen unfolded the letter in his hand and said with a smile, "Why don't we take them to Bremen to see the market?"

Chapter 48 A Rare Roar

Charlie's palace in Minden covers an area of ​​about 8400 square meters, almost the size of a football field, and there are not only nearly a hundred servants living in this palace, but also Charlie's scholars and guards.

This palace is a typical Visigothic building, through the horseshoe-shaped arch, is a rectangular connecting apse, between the roof and the walls, Corinthian columns inlaid with acanthus vines, supporting the Byzantine dome.

It is a marble-made tapered column inlaid on the ashlar wall, decorated with reliefs or patterns of double-headed griffins, manticores and tulips.

Passing through the corridor with thick relief walls is the room of Alcuin, a scholar from Britain.

This room is divided into two parts by a huge bookshelf. Behind the bookshelf is where Alcuin sleeps and lives, while in front of the bookshelf is where he works.

To some extent, Alcuin is also working from home.

Sitting behind the sloping desk, Alcuin put down the quill in his hand, straightened up, and examined the priest from the north.

Alcuin did not shave the Mediterranean hairstyle. On the top of his round head, there was a layer of yellowish-white stubble, and his face was serious and wrinkled.

"This is a serious accusation." Alcuin stared sharply at the priest from Bremen. "If this is a false accusation, I believe you should be able to understand the punishment."

Marovinus straightened his body and said: "I am not accusing, but a reasonable guess and reminder. After all, if Priest Kelvin is not loyal to His Royal Highness Charles, it will be an unbearable blasphemy."

Alkun sighed softly, stood up from the chair, and leaned against the desk: "I want to ask you, do you have evidence? Or what is the basis for your suspicion?"

"He is a heretic, and his Church of Seris is the remnant of the Arians!"

"How did you find out?"

"When he came to Bremen for the first time, I discovered it when he was discussing the scriptures with us! He thought he was hiding it well, but in fact, I can tell that he is a hateful heretic."

"In other words, you suspect him only because of differences in scriptures?" Alcuin frowned. He has always had a bad impression of Marovinus. Although he has profound insights in scriptures, he is not a person who is good at preaching.

In other words, this should be a monk who has spent his life in a monastery, and he should not enter the church where the practice is held.

"Not only, not more." Marovinus babbled, "It took us ten years in Bremen to slowly establish our education system, but he led those young people astray and taught them to learn ancient Greek and ancient culture. The philosophy of Rome and even of Seles, you know, philosophy is the handmaid of theology..."

"If it's just these, I don't think I need to listen anymore." Alcuin interrupted Marovinus's words with a voice that was three points louder than normal.

Seeing Marovinus's face gradually turn from dazed to ashamed and then angry, Alcuin sat down in front of the desk again: "When you go out, remember to close the door."

"Wait, I have solid evidence!" Looking at the guards surrounding him on both sides, Marovinus shouted in a panic, "One of my apprentices once saw Priest Kelvin praying for people in front of the unnamed tombstone, and he investigated Well, the person who worshiped the unnamed monument is actually a Saxon merchant traveler from Hamburg, and the person on the monument has nothing to do with him..."

"Get out!" Alcuin roared in a rare way.

Marovinus was pushed out by the guards with a face full of resentment.

Alkun rubbed his forehead, feeling a headache.

Charlie originally planned to go south to Italy this year or go to Iberia again, but this time the Saxon rebellion in 782 made him change his mind-he even lived in Minden's palace for half a year, just to rise up again and completely defeat Widukind's rebel army.

For this reason, Charlie even organized the March Field Gathering. According to the tradition of the Franks, at the March Field Gathering, the earls, dukes, and various vassals will be present, and everyone will discuss the law and next year's war together.

But this year, because Charlie was far away from the core area, the earl's rally in March was not held, but the rally in May was held instead.

At the gathering in May, Charles convened the sent royal envoys, inspecting imperial envoys and nearby Frankish nobles to discuss the issue of sending troops in July.

The conscription work in various places, the transportation of food and resources, and the preparation of resources have all been planned. The royal spies have already learned that Widukind's base camp is in Lübeck.

According to Charlie's original plan, it was to make a quick decision, cross the Elbe River by surprise (never crossed the Elbe River before), and go straight to Huanglong.

So Hamburg and Bremen, which are on the front line of the Saxon rebellion, must not make mistakes.

Without Hamburg, the outpost against the rebels, and Bremen, Anglia is almost a waste.

So even if there is any conspiracy, we have to wait until the end of this expedition.

Although Count Anthony and Father Kelvin were both innocent and hated the Saxon Danes, Alcuin often suspected them, and he himself occasionally wondered if he was too narrow-minded, which might hurt A devout Christian and loyal earl?

But Alcuin's intuition told him that the two were not as simple as they thought.

Picking up the pen in his hand, Alkun couldn't write another word. He rolled up the half-written yearbook, tidied up his clothes, and planned to talk to Malarjiji about this matter.

After pushing open the door of the room, Alcuin was taken aback when he looked up, because Malarjiji and his son Paul were reaching out to push the door.

"You are this?"

"I have something here, I want to talk to you."

"Come in, I happen to have something to say."

The three sat down in the room, and Malakiji unfolded the papyrus in his hand, and handed it to Alcuin: "The new Earl of Lippe recently took office, and he is Bergon of the Gerard family, son of Gerard, Earl of Paris.

I suspect this is a sign of the alliance between the Autun family and the Gerard family, because the Autun family bought four thousand acres of barren land almost for free after he took office, and presented it to the Earl of Hamburg von.

The Autun family claimed that it was given to Earl von Hamburg for saving the family member Theodoric. "

"What do you mean?" Alcuin carefully read the Latin text on the papyrus, "Do you think these families are connected?"

Malajiji shook his head: "Although Earl Feng of Hamburg has the blood of the royal family of Siris, after all, the distance is far away, and people cannot verify it, and no matter whether it is the Autun family or the Gerard family, it is unlikely that they will try to curry favor with him. Some kind of deal should have been reached in private.

The land should be just a cover. I checked, and those lands are either mountainous or uncultivable wastelands. They should be just a small gift to get closer. "

"Do you know what deal they made?"

"This is what confuses me the most. His Highness is a benevolent person. No matter what deal they reach, as long as it is not related to heretics, as long as they pay the fine, His Highness will always pardon them, so everyone always has a tacit understanding.

But I don't think it's right for them to keep it secret like this.

So I sent spies to Hamburg to investigate, and except for Feng himself who used swords to force people to convert every day, I didn't get any useful information. "

Alcuin's heart beat for some reason, he thought for a while, and finally told them Marovinus' report.

"It can't be that the Earl of Hamburg wants to switch to Vidukind?" Paul asked, rubbing his head.

"Be careful!" Malajiji shouted immediately.

Alcuin stood up and walked around the room several times before saying, "Paul, can you do me a favor? I can't trust others."

"Of course, you are my godfather."

"I will give you fifty cavalry attendants. You will guard near the Weser River and monitor Bremen, but you must never cross the Elbe River. Once something happens to Bremen, you must report it in time, understand?"

"understand!"

Chapter 49 that's why I Sad!

In May 783 of the Frankish Kingdom, there was a light rain in Bremen.

Located beside the Weser River, a tributary of the Elbe River, is a cathedral of about 1000 square meters. Of course, this is the main part of the church. Around the church, there are huts for guests, small gardens and warehouses for discussing scriptures.

The cathedral's abutment is a 3-meter-high stone-wrapped rammed-earth base. Walking through 33 ashlar steps is the entrance of the cathedral.

The main body of the church is surrounded by a ditch and a circle of stone walls built around the base. It is backed by the Weser River and surrounded by water on both sides. Only one side can be attacked normally, but on this side, due to the terrain of the church, it still has to be attacked from the top.

A wooden boot stepped on the ashlar slab, splashing a few drops of last night's spring rain.

Marovinus was filled with grief and indignation.

Marovinus never imagined that Alcuin, who was so important and dear to him, would treat him like this, look, look what he did - he called two guards and threw himself out of the palace !

Heavenly Father!Marovinus has never been humiliated like this since he was a child!

30 years east of Weser, 30 years west of Weser, Alcuin, Kelvin, you all wait for me, when I become the archbishop, when I become the Pope of Rome, at that time, I should call someone to come You are expelled!

Stepping on the long stairs and passing through the basilica-style corridor of the church, Marovinus walked into the office where he usually copied and studied. Seven or eight monks were among them.

When he got to his seat and sat down, he suddenly fell silent again. Four or five seconds later, he picked up the cup beside him and took a big gulp of water before stopping his frantically beating heart.

"I'll tell you what's going on?" Marovinus stopped an attendant monk and asked fiercely.

The attendant monk in black turned pale, but he replied honestly: "Father Kelvin is still the same as before. He goes to the countryside to preach and preside over the law every day, and discusses the scriptures with the monks at night. He didn't find any reason. .”

"Damn it!" Marovinus grabbed the young attendant's ear and yelled at his ears and eyes, "You damn Frisian, you are not worthy to be a believer of the Heavenly Father, bastard! Go and copy the No. 12 paragraph of the Sun Salutation for me fifty times!"

The attendant monk in black left in humiliation and went out the door. He looked around, with a look of hatred on his face, and then ran towards Kelvin's room.

"Porula! Where's Polula?" Marovinus continued to shout to the remaining attendant monks.

An attendant monk stood up tremblingly: "Polula him, he is still outside, what is he doing?"

Hearing this, Marovinus was stunned for a moment, then took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled: "Sorry, my friends, I've been a little irritable recently, please forgive me."

After calming down and sitting back on the chair, Marovinus picked up the quill pen and wanted to continue copying the Sun Salutation Sutra, but he put down the pen again before writing two words.

It's not that Marovinus didn't know that he had gone too far just now, it's just that he couldn't control himself.

Before the arrival of the priest Kelvin, he was the star of the Bremen Cathedral, the youngest elder, only 42 years old, not only respected by the priests in the scriptures, but also very pious, except that he was not very good at presiding over the village court , with almost no disadvantages.

At that time, Marovinus heard that the Archbishop of Bremen secretly said that he was not in good health, and that if he got sick, he would rather return to his hometown of Romagna than stay in this cold and wet place.

At that time, the Archbishop will recommend Marovinus to His Royal Highness Charles as the next Archbishop.

It was winter, and Marovinus still remembered that the archbishop patted him on the shoulder and said, "I'm sick, you have to work hard!"

Isn't this an imperial order?I heard it with my own ears!

But since the Saxon rebellion half a year ago, everything has changed, and since the Seris priest Kelvin came to Bremen, everything has changed.

In just three months, Kelvin's level of scriptures surpassed most of the priests from the original roughness. The priests all liked the humorous and gentle Kelvin, and hated the serious and staid Marovinus, especially the young attendant monks. , they almost all became fans of Kelvin.

Not only that, this priest whose real name is Zhenhui also controls a powerful force from his lord, Earl of Hamburg Feng.

Heavenly Father, why don't I have such a powerful lord ally?

So, in half a year, Kelvin led this army to personally exterminate seven bandits, and formed village militias and sentry towers, almost stabilizing the surrounding security environment by himself.

He distributed the spoils to soldiers and farmers fairly and reasonably, and from time to time went to the countryside of the Bremen diocese to preach, and incidentally, he would also mediate disputes, preside over trials, and at the same time heal diseases and pray for people.

Therefore, under the impetus of several elders headed by Fields, Kelvin quickly became the officiant.

Zhenhui's reputation is getting higher and higher. If this continues, I am afraid that when the old bishop passes away, he will not be able to become the new bishop. Most importantly, Kelvin is still three years younger than himself!

People are more dead than people, and goods are thrown away.

Marovinus was simply jealous.

Originally, he was just secretly tripping up Zhenhui. From the perspective of a normal newcomer, shouldn't he be swallowing his anger, afraid of leaving a bad impression on his colleagues?

But this Kelvin is really too low-witted. He actually pointed it out loudly in the public, and even dragged him to the archbishop to uphold justice, forcing Marovinus to bow his head.

This Kelvin doesn't know what kind of magic he can do. In this case, shouldn't everyone feel that the newcomer is unfriendly and needs to be kept at a respectful distance?

As a result, more people liked him. Every time Marovinus passed Kelvin's room, it was full of attendant monks listening to lectures, farmers expressing gratitude, business travelers who came to donate, and other priests discussing scriptures.

Back to my room, it was empty, there were three or two big cats and kittens.

Why!

Marovinus was holding the wooden board on the sloped desk tightly with both hands, and his eyes were fierce, as if he wanted to kill someone.