flstandardbreds Chapter 106 Mass
Chapter 106 Mass
Summer 1446 Château de Franche-Comté
It has been a week since the new recruits started training. At this moment, John is in the hall listening to the centurions' feedback on the current training.
"Sir, with all due respect, these young masters may not be able to be as good as us. At least one year of training is definitely not enough."
"Progress is very slow at the moment. If I were on the battlefield, I would rather have 5,000 infantrymen than 5,000 young masters."
"Maybe they have a higher level of literature than us, but they are really not fit to be warriors."
Listening to the knights' feedback, John also felt a headache. It would be better to let the old king give him money to recruit a group of people himself.
Just then, there was a knock on the door from outside.
"Please come in." After John finished speaking, a soldier knelt on one knee at the door and said, "Sir, Bishop Pros requests to see you."
"Let him in," John ordered.
After a while, Pros, wearing a bishop's robe with gold trim, carefully entered the room.
"Cousin, what's the matter?" John asked.
"Um, man, I suddenly remembered that I have to go to mass on Sunday. Can you arrange it for me today?" Pros said embarrassedly.
"Can we not do it?" John asked frankly, because it was not necessary here and there was no point in saying Mass here.
"This will be counted in our assessment. We need to write a letter to Archbishop Midland every quarter to explain the situation. If we commit fraud, we will be given a warning at the very least, and excommunicated at the worst," Pros replied.
"Why didn't you say it earlier or later? Why did you have to say it now? The entire territory is mobilizing for war now. Who would be willing to listen to your boring mass?" John complained.
"Sir, do those new recruits need to attend mass?" a centurion asked at this time.
"Yes, Pros, go ask those new recruits if they want to say mass. If they don't, just write something and be done with it." John said and asked him to leave.
Under the scorching sun, the new recruits are carrying out physical training as usual. After a week of training, these young masters have become more well-behaved. There is nothing they can do if they are not well-behaved. There are high walls all around and they cannot run away. Even if they run out, there are plains outside and there will be patrols. There is no way to hide.
"Ah, why is it only a week? Please, God of Light, can you let me go directly to a year later? As soon as I graduate, I will definitely ask my parents to get me out. Then I will work hard and give the church 100... No, 500 gold coins every month!" Xavier thought so, but just as he was stunned, the centurion's shout suddenly rang in his ears.
"New soldier Savile, what are you doing again?" the centurion yelled at him.
"Sir, I..." Xavier frantically thought about what to say. In these few seconds, countless excuses flashed through his mind, but he denied them one by one.
Just as the centurion's face was grim and ready to explode, Savile quickly shouted: "Sir, I'm wondering if we should go to mass. Today is Sunday."
"Ah?" The centurion was also stunned at this time. The army also had to hold mass. Then he knew what the boy was thinking, so he continued to shout: "Miss, are you missing your life in the women's college again? If you really can't adapt, I will directly tell the governor: There is a lady in my centurion who is rushing back to school for classes. Excuse me, are you that lady!"
"No, my lord!"
"Then continue and complete your mission!" Just after the centurion finished scolding Savile, a thousand-man captain immediately said on the playground using a loudspeaker:
"All instructors! Notify all recruits that mass will be held on the drill grounds at 10 o'clock!"
"Oh my god, this Savile has a really good tongue."
"There was a Mass."
The recruits nearby also started whispering when they heard the news.
"What's wrong! Ladies, are you going to have a tea party?" the centurion yelled at them, and after all the recruits were quiet, he took them to the drill ground to wait for the mass to begin.
More than 5,000 people on the playground were quietly waiting for the mass to be held by the bishop. Because of this sudden event, a small number of people were whispering.
"This earl is interesting. He knows we are tired and still gives us time to rest."
"What do you know? I heard from my father that the bishops have targets and will be punished if they fail to meet them. Otherwise, why would they suddenly ask us to hold mass?"
"Have you ever been to mass? I've only been to church a few times, and I basically know how to make the sign of the cross, and I don't know any other verses."
"I did attend mass once when I was a child, but I have long forgotten what to say. I will just follow the bishop on the stage and be done with it."
While everyone else was discussing the Mass, a small group of people, including Anderson, were already wondering whether the bishop could take them out.
When he heard John's order to say mass before training, he began to think about the bishop's strength in this territory.
As everyone knows, the lord is in charge of secular affairs in the territory, and the clergy are in charge of all religious matters in the territory, which means that both are influential managers in the territory. It is definitely not possible to ask John to let himself go now. The only thing he can do is to see if he can please the bishop and ask him to plead with John to let himself go.
But for now, we still have to see what the bishop looks like, and then use his words, deeds, and temperament to infer what he likes, so as to win his favor. Thinking of this, Anderson stared at the podium in front of him thoughtfully.
In the back, a nervous Pros was continuously reciting the words he was going to say during the mass. At this moment, he was just like completing his final exam in seminary. He silently recited the words he needed to recite, but these memories were temporary and would soon be forgotten.
When he felt that he had memorized most of it, Pros took a deep breath and walked quickly to the podium, intending to finish the process quickly and then step down.
The people on the playground were still thinking about how to celebrate mass or how to talk to the bishop, but the people in the front saw a young man about their age walking up to the pulpit in bishop's attire.
"Aren't bishops usually middle-aged or elderly? How come this one is so young?"
"He looks about the same age as us."
When he heard the noisy sound below, Pros was almost startled. He thought he had made some mistake and stood there in a daze.
He found that everyone was just confused about his age and position, so he explained:
"I was appointed by Archbishop Midland to become the Bishop of Franche-Comté. If you have any questions, you can ask Archbishop Midland after you become a knight next year."
Perhaps because they were of similar age, there was not much sense of distance. After hearing Pross's response, someone in the audience asked, "Bishop, what is your name? I want to discuss theology with you."
Hearing someone praising him, Pross was a little bit proud, and said without thinking: "My name is Pross Hohenzollern, and I live in a church not far south of the Chateau Count de Franche-Comté."
When this sentence was said, the crowd below was immediately excited and said:
"This isn't a backdoor approach."
"A member of the Hohenzollern family obtained the position of bishop in the Hohenzollern territory. Are you sure there is no illegal transaction?"
Hearing these people say this, Pross also became anxious and directly retorted:
"Some of you also bribed the conscription office at home in order to come here to gild your reputation!"
Seeing that the situation was getting out of control, the centurion standing nearby shouted at the top of his voice with a megaphone:
"Shut up, everyone!"
When the centurions below saw the thousand-man commander doing this, they hurried to their own century to maintain order. Under the centurions' scolding, the recruits below soon quieted down.
"Bishop, please preside over the mass." After the situation calmed down, the centurion urged Pros.
“Oh, okay.” After calming down, Pros walked to the center of the podium and began to celebrate mass under the gaze of five thousand people. However, when he was about to speak, he suddenly couldn't speak.
"Oh my god, what was the first sentence?" At this time, Pros' heart was beating wildly, and cold sweat gradually appeared on his head and palms. He frantically searched for words about the mass in his poor brain, but all he got were some discontinuous fragments.
As he was thinking, Pros suddenly had an idea:
"Yes, I can read the book while I'm talking. Anyway, I don't know much about the mass from what they just said, so why not just read the book and say it."
Thinking of this, Pros immediately put the book on the podium, then turned to the page of the mass and said to the book:
“Lord, please listen to my request…”