Chapter 60: Teachings on Sleeping Laterally
The sword blades collided with each other with a bang, and the sword tips were pulled back and forth between the strong sword body and the weak sword body, splashing sparks.

The oak shield was sometimes pushed forward to strike, and sometimes moved aside to block.

In front of the church courtyard, Dange and Jeanne, each holding an armed sword and an oak shield, engaged in a tense sword fight.

On the second-floor balcony, Carrie sat on the edge of the window frame, swinging her legs and chewing an apple while watching this exquisite duel.

"cing——"

Amid the loud sound of metal collision, Danji rushed forward suddenly, leaving an afterimage.

He pressed the oak shield in his hand against Jeanne's arm, stood on Jeanne's right side, and passed the long sword over her arm, barely missing her plastron.

Although Danji suffered ten consecutive defeats in the arena and maintained his terrible undefeated streak, his skills were still far superior to those of the farmhand Jeanna.

"The technique just now is an extraordinary martial art of breathing. We generally call it the bow pose." Danji took two steps back and introduced it to Jeanna. "Pay attention to the coordination of breathing and back muscles. Imagine using your spine to throw yourself out."

Jeanne frowned, recalling Danji's actions just now, stomped her feet and rushed out as well, but she almost sprained her foot.

"That's not the case. Look at me, look at me, look at me."

Standing in front of Jeanne, Danji demonstrated again and rushed out more than one meter away.

Jeanne held the sword carefully and began to try again and again, but she failed after trying more than ten times.

Fanning himself with leaves, Danji smiled and consoled him, "Don't worry, it took me a whole year to learn this bow posture..."

Before she could finish her words, Jeanna suddenly rushed out, but without leaving any afterimage.

She turned her head and looked at Danji: "Is that so?"

“Cough, cough, cough.” Danji coughed violently and gave a thumbs up reluctantly. “It took me an hour to learn it. You are much faster than me.”

"is it?"

"Ahem, almost, almost..." Danji quickly changed the subject, "I don't have much to teach you. You learn very quickly. You even learned the four ways to hold a sword."

At this point, Danji couldn't help but sigh, "If you were a knight, your talent and potential would be enough to be crowned a knight of the Order in the arena."

"I don't want to be a knight."

Danji had argued with Jeanne many times about this, but he knew that the argument would lead to no result, so he simply dropped the topic.

"Well, you were supposed to practice horsemanship and extraordinary martial arts on horseback, but you don't have a horse, and I won't let anyone else ride my Black William, so you'll have to wait until later."

Danji thought for a moment, took out two books from Sampo's bag and handed them to Jeanne.

Jeanne took the book in confusion: "Is this 'Cyril the Knight'? What is this?"

“You reached the second stage of breathing technique yesterday, and this book is my gift to you.

This is "Cyril the Knight" with notes I made. Although this book is a novel, it is famous for its realistic and detailed war content. I made notes for the key parts.

I know you don't know many words, so I have selected the proper nouns and explanations of new words in the back of this book. If you don't know anything, you can ask me, Jeshka, or His Majesty."

Speaking of this, Danji couldn't help but think of His Holiness the Pope.

No one knew how their father had trained Jeanne, but she learned all the knightly martial arts quickly and her progress was almost unbroken.

As for His Majesty Horn, he had been memorizing El words for two weeks, and his level was almost catching up with mine.

While learning Alvin, Horn was even studying chivalric poetry and various grammars, logics, mathematics and other seven arts of the clergy.

It's not just about talent, it's also about hard work.

He stayed up late every day reading by candlelight, kept a book next to him while eating, and did homework until late at night.

The last time Danji was about to give Horn some grammar guidance, he discovered that his homework was filled with long and difficult sentences that he couldn't understand.

"I'm going to go out for a walk, you can continue practicing."

Pulled up to Sangpo, Danji's departing figure even looked a bit fleeing.

Walking from the monastery to the camp outside, looking around, I saw ten households gathered together to enjoy breakfast.

Despite the mess, there was still some order, especially their hair, which looked much neater than before.

According to the papal canon law established by Horn, men's hair should not exceed their eyebrows and women's hair should not exceed their shoulders.

You must wash your face in the morning and there must be no holes in your clothes. If there are holes, the monastery will provide you with scraps of cloth for free and lend you needles and thread to mend them.

All believers of the Papal States must get up and assemble when the cock crows for the third time.

They were divided into male and female camps and children's camps to do penance exercises, reciting the commandments while following the leader. After the exercise, they would pray and sing hymns, and the loudest singers would wash their hands and eat first.

After breakfast, according to the arrangements of the heads of each ten households and hundred households, they engaged in a series of work such as collecting potato roots, cutting wood, weaving, and feeding livestock.

People usually skip lunch or bring their own black bread to fill their stomachs. They also sing hymns before eating.

Before dinner, we continued to march and pray, and sang hymns. After dinner, we listened to the sermons of His Holiness the Pope and Armand, the Gulag's gold medal cantor.

After all, the believers in the Gulag monasteries are now in power, either company captains or fellow priests, so they must learn.

Armand often quoted long passages of doctrine and integrated them into everyday life to make it easier for believers to understand.

As for His Holiness, he is good at telling fables, such as the story of Myrcella and St. Bourdain meeting an old woman on the Holy Grail Mountain.

There is a serious lion problem in the area, but she would rather live here with her family than move out because the rent charged by the knight is too high.

Mircella lamented that the harsh taxation was more ferocious than a lion.

Every time Horn tells such a little story, he describes it vividly, as if he were there, and the logic behind what he says is also very reasonable.

Moreover, there were two or three different short stories every day, which further solidified his credibility as the saintly grandson.

After the mission is over, there will be a collective prayer, and then you can go to sleep and do whatever you need to do.

This set of teachings was written by Horn, and its full name is "Gulag Teachings: From Waking to Sleep"

However, since the dash was invented by Horn, people often pronounce it as "the horizontal line awakening method", or "the horizontal sleeping method" for short.

Danji dismounted and walked through the crowd, while the villagers gave him friendly smiles.

The Grand Master was appointed by His Holiness the Pope to monitor public security and patrol every day.

In the past, knights always favored armed peasants and monks, but this knight always stood on the side of public peasants and refugees.

They may even deliberately favor the public farmers.

The armed peasants hated him, but the public book peasants welcomed him very much.

As he walked along, many farmers stood up and invited the knight to sit down and eat with them.

However, Danji declined as he still had to go on inspection.

After touring the camp, he strolled from the camp to the edge of the dirt road.

Danji stopped and sat on a rock.

He stood upright and looked at the muddy dirt road not far away and the Honey River which had basically returned to normal.

Danji's expression didn't change at all, but the gaps between his wrinkles were filled with sorrow.

The church's army is about to arrive. Logically speaking, he is a knight canonized by the church and should be loyal to the church.

But according to his understanding of Archbishop Barniforth, if he is really such an ambitious person, he will definitely exaggerate his achievements.

By then, even two hundred heads of "cultists" might not be enough to satisfy his appetite.

What did these civilians do wrong?
Stroking the scabbard, Danji relaxed rarely, lay on the rock, and stared blankly at the distant sky above his head.

Just when Danji was about to fall asleep, he was awakened by the deliberately suppressed sound of footsteps.

"who!"

"Master Knight, don't do it, it's me!"

Holding the hilt of the sword at his waist, Danji looked at him carefully.

"I am a refugee here. I just came back to collect firewood." The man replied with a wry smile.

After looking the man up and down, Danji walked up to him and grabbed his wrist without saying anything. "Don't quibble, you spy. Come with me to see His Holiness the Pope."

Danji could tell at a glance that he was not a believer in the Gulag Papal State.

He had an unshaven beard, hair down to his chin, a dirty face, tattered clothes, and an open crotch.

Even new refugees have to have their hair cut and their faces washed first.

Most importantly, it’s the afternoon break now, how dare you say you’re out collecting firewood?

Except for the sentinels of the Black Hat Army, no one dares to be outside at this time. Doesn't the Mobile Black Flag want it anymore?
The spy from the High Castle, with a dejected face, couldn't figure out how Danji recognized him until he was brought in front of Horn.

He disguises himself so well!
(End of this chapter)