On the first day of Lucerne, Art and the two had a good sleep in the hotel. After getting up and having a simple breakfast, Art ordered Ron to go to the Serenkov Monastery in the west of the city to inquire about a man named Oluo.

Husband Hannis, the monk elder, and Art himself traveled lightly and wandered around the city.

Back at the hotel, Ron had brought back the news he had learned from the monastery.

Olof Hannis is no longer a monk. He has already been promoted to bishop and served as the abbot of Serenkov Monastery. It is said that he will soon be promoted to the bishop of the Lucerne Archdiocese. During this time, Olof

·Dean Hannes was supervising the renovation project of the church in Hverf Cathedral in the north of the city.

At noon, the two of them had a sumptuous dinner of honey-coated roast goose and salt-and-pepper barbecue at the hotel. This was the first time that Art had eaten such delicious food in person, even though his stomach had adapted to the bland bread and wheat.

Confused, but he still misses meals with rich condiments.

After the meal, Art put on a brown wool fine-woven gown purchased from a tailor shop for one hundred pfennigs, and Ron changed into a gray linen quilted jacket worth fifty pfennigs, and the two of them transformed into

The city merchant and his entourage, Art, left the hotel with three gold cakes and walked into the city bank guild. They spent thirty pfennigs and exchanged the three gold cakes for twenty-four large silver marks and

One hundred and forty-four small silver coins. He put the small silver coins into a white cotton purse with a rusty Holy Cross. He took out six small silver coins from the deerskin purse and made up the whole. One hundred and fifty small silver coins.

Silver coins, this is the wages of an ordinary city laborer without food or water for nearly three years.

After leaving the guild gate, Art put the two heavy money bags into his arms, patted them, and called Ron who was waiting outside the door to get on his horse and go straight to the Hewulf Cathedral in the north of the city.

The two walked through the lively market, crossed the wide and flat square, and came to a church in the north of the city that was very busy due to construction and reconstruction. Laborers and builders came in and out of the church, pushing bluestones in their hands.

The brick wheelbarrow is either carrying a large piece of wood, or holding up a parchment drawing and pointing.

"Excuse me, where is Dean Olof Hannis?" Art walked up to a builder who was drawing a drawing on a black wooden board and asked politely.

The builder stopped the painting brush in his hand, turned around and looked at the strange-looking guy in a long gown and a sword-playing businessman behind him, then turned back to continue painting, and then said after a while: "Dean Orlov is in the small church next to him, but

You are obviously late, and now there is no more work to be contracted on the entire construction site."

Art didn't say much, thanked the builder and took Ron towards the small church nearby.

Two sword-wielding guards at the door of the chapel stopped them. Art smiled and said to one of the guards: "Sir, I am an old friend of Dean Olof, my name is Arthur Wells. Please inform them."

The two guards looked at each other, and one of them turned around and entered the church. The other guard relaxed his guard when he heard that he was an old friend of the dean.

After a while, the guard came out and said to Art, "Mr. Arthur Wells, the dean, please come in."

"Please wait outside with your sword and entourage." Another guard said politely to Art. Art took off his sword and gave it to Ron, and told Ron to wait outside, and then followed the guard who sent the message into the church.

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The interior of the church adopts a dome structure, with dozens of stone pillars supporting the top of the church. A cross-shaped cavity is carved at the altar, and the sunlight penetrates here to form a cross beam. Olof Hannis

The dean knelt in front of the statue in the chapel, placed his hands on the prayer table, and bowed his head in silence to pray. The guard gently walked forward and leaned over and whispered in the dean's ear, "Dean Olof Hannes was standing by the guard.

With the help of others, he stood up and turned to Art. He squinted at Art for a while, and his expression slowly changed.

"Are you not Arthur? Wells, who are you? Why are you pretending to be him?" Dean Olof said in a bad tone, and the guard beside him also put his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

Art knelt on one knee in front of Dean Olof and whispered: "Dear Bishop, I am indeed not Arthur Wells, I am his son."

"Are you the son of Arthur Wells?" Dean Olof still had some doubts.

"Seven years ago, you were still a priest accompanying the army. In a small church northeast of Irbid, the Holy Land, you rescued a boy who was chopped by a pagan. The boy's father later became your bodyguard."

Te said as he took off his shirt, revealing a terrifying scar on his shoulder.

"Oh, God, you are little Art!" Dean Olof was stunned for a moment, then stepped forward to help Art up and gave him a hug.

"God bless you, why did you come to Burgundy? Is your father okay?" Dean Olof took Art to the side and sat down on a bench.

"Dear Bishop, thank you for remembering us. After returning from the Holy Land, we encountered many accidents..." Art relied on the memory of the original owner to learn that after the original owner returned from the Eastern Expedition, the territory was occupied by a conspiracy, and the father and son both

The stories of people who resisted until they were chased by their enemies and fled north to the uninhabited valleys of the southern border of Burgundy to survive were told one by one.

Dean Olof kept sighing.

He and Arthur Wells had a close relationship many years ago, because Art's father, Arthur Wells, volunteered to serve as his religious guardian as a baron. This was once a legend at the time, and it was

The years he spent with the army in the Holy Land were also the most unforgettable legendary years for Olof Hannis. It was precisely because of his experience in preaching with the army in the Holy Land that he returned to Serenkov Monastery and soon became the deputy abbot from the monk elder and was promoted to

Dean......

"Hey, I've heard about Walder Burley's greed and shamelessness, but I can't imagine that he actually let a saint who shed blood for God come home and shed another tear." Olof Court

He sighed.

"Child, what are your plans now?"

"Art, I sympathize with what happened to you and your father, but I can't restore your identity, let alone regain the territory for you." Olof Hannes felt resentful for them, but the territory of the Wells family

He was in a foreign country, and behind the Wells family's deprivation of honor and land was the power of the local church, which he was absolutely unable to touch.

"Your Majesty, the title of the Wells family was taken away from our father and son. We dare not ask God to compensate for our incompetence. I will rely on my own strength to regain the honor and dignity!" Art looked at him.

Dean Olof said with firm eyes.

"Very good, kid, can I help you with something?" Dean Olof breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you for your kindness and generosity."

Art stood up from the bench, bowed deeply to Dean Olof, and then said: "You must know that since last summer, Lombardy and Provence in the south have been fighting for more than a year.

Now that the south is in turmoil, it may be a good opportunity for me. But you know, I am a foreign wanderer who has been deprived of my fiefdom and title. I have been hiding in the forest and living an elusive life. If I don't have a status, in Burgundy

Secondly, I will be restricted everywhere. And the southern border area where I am now is infested with bandits..." Art said all his thoughts.

"Border security patrol officer? You mean the southern border of Tynets?" Art wanted to find a job as a security patrol officer on the southern border of Tynets. Dean Olof thought he had heard wrong.

"But Tyniec County is the direct fiefdom of the Margrave. Viscount Pierre manages it there. They have their own sheriff, right?" Olof Hannis reminded Art.

"Yes, I just passed through Tignez a few days ago, and it is now crowded with refugees fleeing from the south. Viscount Pierre and his sheriff can't even control the security of the castle and suburbs. Now the whole of Tignez

The southern part of Ci is full of refugees crossing the border and groups of bandits who are burning, killing and looting, and the lords everywhere are too busy to look after themselves. Just a few months ago, a group of bandits invaded Alsburg in the south and killed the local lords..."

Art was talking about the chaos in the southern border of Burgundy.

"So you want to be a border security patrol officer? You have nothing now, and Viscount Pierre is unlikely to give you any support. What can you do to maintain border security? Son, listen to me, now I am responsible for rebuilding Herbert.

Wolf Cathedral, I can let you work as a contractor to make some money, or you can come to me as a guard." Olof Hannis expressed concern about the young man's impulsiveness.

"My Lord Bishop, it will be the greatest honor of my life to be sheltered under your wings. However, I have the important task of clearing up the shame of the Snow family, and I dare not slack off at all times. You are right, neither Viscount Pierre nor Tyniec

They will give me too much support, but they will also give me maximum freedom, so that I can hide in the desert valley and develop quietly without restriction..."

"You mean, you want to develop in that uninhabited valley? But as far as I know, that area has been deserted for hundreds of years, and you can get nothing but beasts and devils." Dean Orlov still felt that

The young man is full of whims, but if he thinks about it carefully, the young man in front of him is very similar to himself who desperately followed the army to the Holy Land...

"Child, do you insist on your idea?"

"Yes, I am determined!"

Dean Olof lowered his head and pondered for a long time, then raised his hand and patted Art on the shoulder and stood up, saying: "Okay, kid, I'll help you. Find me in Serankov Monastery in ten days."

After hearing what the dean said, Art felt relieved. Then he carefully took out a white money bag embroidered with the Holy Cross from his arms, knelt on one knee in front of Dean Olof, held the money bag with both hands and said: "Mr. Bishop

, this is a tribute to Serenkov Monastery and Hewov Cathedral, please be sure to accept it."

While Dean Olof refused Art's donation, he curiously looked at the money bag embroidered with the Holy Cross in Art's hand. He suddenly felt that the young man in front of him might be able to make a career.

In the end, Dean Olof accepted Art's "donation", partly because he was raising a large amount of money needed to rebuild the cathedral, and secondly, he wanted to help Art, a foreigner with "black spots", in the hospital.

The Count of Burgundy needs money to obtain the status of a border security patrol officer, even if this position is just a worthless civilian officer.

Early on the next morning, Dean Olof took a carriage with two guards to Besançon, where the palace was located.

The development of the matter was somewhat different from Art's original plan. Art originally planned to use his identity as the original owner to ask Dean Olof to give him the status of a monastery labor contractor, so that he could return to the south openly to recruit refugees.

, brought them back to the unknown valley to reclaim the wasteland, and then slowly gathered strength to develop. But when Art learned that Olof Hannes had been promoted to bishop, served as abbot of the monastery, and might be promoted to archdiocese bishop,
Chapter completed!