Chapter 499: Jean Buluo's Attitude
Under the protection of a dozen Holy Gun Cavalrymen, three simple carriages were moving smoothly on the road.

Jean Buluo stroked the woolen cushion and occasionally looked out at the ground, as if wondering why the carriage was so stable.

Martin held a volume of "The Word of God" in his hand and drew circles on it with a feather pen.

Unlike his previous enthusiasm with Horn on the dock, Ludvik, sitting in his seat, looked a little depressed.

He leaned against the hard wood, stroking the rough protrusions of the knuckles with his sword-calloused fingers.

It was as if he was recalling the time when he secretly climbed over the wall and stood on the carriage to confront the robber knight.

The Juano sect has grown to the point where there are countless lords targeting it, and it is not something that could have come to this day simply by preaching.

The armed monks of the Blago Monastery and the kulaks played a big role. Although they could not confront the knights head-on, they were able to resist most covert resistance.

For example, when a demon hunter tried to assassinate Juanno, Ludvik broke the assassin's nose with one punch and threw him from the second floor.

But at this moment, the bloody smell seemed to be completely covered by that kind face.

"Hmm?" Ludvik opened his eyes when he heard a faint singing voice.

"Did I disturb you?" Martin immediately tried to close the curtain of the carriage, but Ludwig held his hand.

Putting his head close to the curtain, Ludvik asked, "What's that show? Blue Blood Orphan?"

Martin was the person who had been with the Savior Army the longest and had the highest status. Ludwick knew that he must know what this was.

After the implementation of the Plan, Martin was granted the position of Director of the Revelation Department of the Court of Truth and the Imperial Priest of the Lower Order Monks.

In the Salvation Army government, he is considered a middle-to-senior level official, and his department is under the jurisdiction of the Minister of Truth, Madeleine.

He put his ear to the window and listened for a while before he said confidently, "This is the Salvation Army's new play, called 'Night at the Long Bridge', which tells the story of Lord Horn's capture of Chateau Jeanne d'Arc."

"Based on 'The Expedition of Saint Sun'? I thought they would only perform the play about the blue-blooded orphan." Ludvik said with interest, and he was quite tempted to go and see it.

“They recently added three new plays, two based on the story of the expedition of Saint Sun, Night of the Long Bridge and Gulag in Storm, and a love play, The Man Who Laughs.”

Lifting the curtains to let in the cold wind and sunlight from outside, Martin said with a smile, "They are currently rehearsing a play called 'The Hypocrite', named after the Gulag priest Durdafo.

However, the Director of the Arts and Literature Department, Granpwen, recently took maternity leave and went to Black Snake Bay, so it has been delayed for now. "

Looking at the workers digging ditches beside the mortar road, Ludwik's gaze was cast far away, to the grass platform standing on the river bank behind the reeds.

He had seen quite a few along the way when he took the boat from Rapid City.

When he first saw them, Ludvik was very surprised. Could these farmers afford to hire circuses and theater performances?

Later I learned that the performances of these troupes were free and their purpose was to spread doctrine and law to the farmers.

Ludwig felt strange about performing serious doctrines in circuses and dramas, and he always felt that such behavior lacked respect for noble truths.

But considering the various actions of Saint Sun Horn himself, there is probably no such thing as the seriousness of truth to them.

"It's really a disgrace to us Juano people." Jean Buluo said dissatisfiedly.

Frowning, Martin looked at Jean Blo and hesitated to speak.

He did not want to argue with the priest.

Seeing Martin's conflicted expression, Blow snorted and leaned against the wooden board of the carriage.

"Traitor!" he whispered in a voice that only he could hear.

That’s what Jean Blow said about Martin!

The monks of Jean-Bouleau serve as liturgical priests, responsible for the safekeeping of all the sacred vessels of the Blago monastery, holding masses and religious celebrations, and managing prayer activities.

Perhaps because he had been immersed in doctrinal scriptures for too long, his moral character was noble. He never engaged in corruption and managed the monastery's finances in an orderly manner, but he was very particular about the scriptures.

Compared with the ambiguous attitudes of other monks, this monk Jeanbulo was very dissatisfied with Horn's title and origin.

In particular, his pretending to be the Holy Father and impersonating the Pope seemed absurd and intolerable to the orthodox monk.

Isn't he just an ignorant lucky farmer? He actually wants these regular monks to bow down to him?
Jean Blo was also a senior figure in the Blago Abbey, and he actually represented the opinions of some old monks. They disagreed with the current ruling system of the church, and also disagreed with Horn's so-called Holy Way Sect.

As a theologian, Jean Blo could clearly sense that this "holy grandson" seemed to be promoting a theocratic religious state, but in reality he was secularizing under the guise of religion.

If the Salvation Army really succeeds, that will be the end of the world.

It's just that the situation is stronger than the people, and he also has to prevent Ludwig from "selling the monastery", otherwise he wouldn't want to come.

"They are just a branch of the Juano faction, and we are just here to cooperate."

Ludwick was not afraid of Jean Buluo, and said directly: "At least take a look at their offer. Besides, it was they who saved Xiaochi City. If you can, why don't you save it?"

"Dean, what are you talking about?" Ranbulo's face turned purple, and the veins on his forehead popped out. He argued, "It's the theologians' business, how can we say we can't save them... The Lord will punish them for me...

To be precise, the reason why those rebels were wiped out by the Savior Army was because I prayed, so the Lord sent them to wipe them out...

Of course, this does not mean that they represent the Holy Lord. They are just the Holy Lord’s tools, and we are the Holy Lord’s spokespersons…”

"Okay, okay, you know I'm not as knowledgeable as you, so stop nagging me." Ludwig waved his hands irritably and adjusted his sitting position.

He knew that if he was not stopped, this short and fat monk would debate with you all the way to the country villa.

Only Juanno could silence him with his arguments. Ludwig, who was born as an armed monk, didn't have that ability...

Ludwick looked at the seat where Martin was sitting, which was where Juanno sat most often.

When they went out to preach or traveled to other places in a carriage, Juanno, Jean Blois, and Ludwig sat like they do now.

Ludwig drove the carriage on guard, Juanno and Jean Blo debated face to face, and several apprentice monks would join in or make jokes.

A small caravan travels around the Thousand River Valley to preach, all year round.

Now Martin has grown up, Catherine has grown up, Meliadie has grown up, Ludwig and Jean Blo are old...

Juanno is no longer here.

"Uuuuuu——"

While feeling sad, Ludvik suddenly raised his head, frowning: "What's that sound again? I think I heard crying?"

Martin immediately knocked on the car board: "What happened? Why is there crying?"

"Nothing." The groom's voice came from the front. "A few children were mischievously blocking the road, and were chased away by the Holy Gun Cavalry. One of them slipped and fell."

"Stop for a moment, I'll get off and take a look." Ludvik shouted to the coachman.

"That won't do." The groom was shocked by Ludwig's words. "Old monk, please be kind. If I stop, I will be scolded."

Ludwig's brows were tightly furrowed, and he even looked a little irritated despite crying.

"Tsk." Ludwig suddenly opened the car door.

"Hey——" Martin was startled and was about to stop him, but he saw him take out a bag of candied fruit and throw it at several children on the roadside.

"Eating candy will stop the pain. It's sweet."

"Catch them, they are all preserved fruits wrapped in honey, delicious!"

Ludwig stuck his butt out and threw the candied fruit in an indecent posture. Martin hugged his waist, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"Dean Ludwick still loves children so much."

Looking at Ludwik who was throwing a package full of candied fruit at the child, Martin tried to ease the tension with Jean Blo and said to him with a smile.

Buluo no longer had the complaining look he had before. He sighed with a complicated look in his eyes: "Ludo (nickname of his friend) joined the Juano faction because his only son was trampled to death by a passing knight."

Martin's smile froze.

"It's all old news. Why bring it up?" Ludvik waved goodbye to the children with a smile and clapped his hands. "I just can't stand the crying... Have we reached the villa yet?"

(End of this chapter)