[Wenduoer's Old Camp]

[Double Account]

"[Hed] Old man, I'll tell you the truth."

Winters, who had a blue eye, sat on the camp bed with a golden sword, staring at the tall and thin old man under the tent:

"[Hed] I don't understand why you are now hurting me than someone who harms you," said I don't understand why you are harmed now. Your Ayinle is too small and cannot cross the river in the wasteland; your Ayinle is too weak and cannot stop the plunder of the tribes."

Winters's eyes were burning, making the tall and thin old man dare not move his face.

He asked seriously: "[Hed] tell me, why is your herd taken away now?"

"[Hed] My Ainle is too poor and not worth shooting with arrows." said the tall and thin old man.

“[Hed] There are always poorer tribes on the grassland than you.”

"[Heder] The poor will not harm me, and the nobles of all the tribes are indifferent."

Winters pondered for a moment, glanced at Father Kaman beside him, and asked directly: "[Hed] Do you recognize 'Sauer'?"

"[Hedd] What...'Sauer'?" The tall and thin old man was extremely confused.

...

After ordering the man to take the tall and thin old man down, Winters looked at Carman and frowned slightly: "The more I ask, the more I feel weird. Does this old man have anything to do with your reform and cultivation?"

"I'm not..." Kaman instinctively retorted, but he had corrected Winters too many times today and was too lazy to talk anymore, so he shook his head and changed his words: "I don't know."

"Don't you know?" Winters frowned, picked up his arm, and glanced at Kaman with his right eye only - because his left eye was swollen and only had a slit left - looked extremely funny.

However, Carman only felt that Winters' eyes were full of contempt and ridicule for the perpetrator, which not only made him feel guilty and furious.

Just as Carman was uncontrollably thinking of punching the wolfdog intact eye, Winters sighed.

"It seems you are really uncertain." Winters wiped the tears from his left eye and asked in confusion: "Has this old man not communicated with you any 'achieve'? Is the translation impossible? When the banquet is over, I will ask Bell to be an interpreter for you, and you will talk to him?"

"No need." Kaman refused: "I already know everything I need to know."

Winters was stunned at first, then pretended to be angry and slapped his thigh: "Then do you say it!"

After a struggle in his heart, Kaman finally determined that the matter of Mr. Hurd did not involve keeping a secret oath, so he told the truth:

"The situation is that I found the right thing in his faith, but...but there are some completely incorrect things..."

"What is the right thing, the incorrect thing? You religious guys are so confused!" Winters mercilessly poked through the lid of the pot that Kaman was unwilling to uncover and asked straight to the point:

"Do you want to say that what the old man believed in was not purely the Heds' style, it was a bit like the Catholic Church, but it was not exactly the Catholic Church?"

Seeing Winters' swollen eyes, Kaman swallowed his anger and replied: "Yes, the 'thing' that the old man believed in, whether it was rituals or doctrines, had the shadow of the catholic church. When I spoke to him about the kingdom of heaven and hell, original sin and sacrifice, judgment and resurrection, he quickly understood everything I said..."

Winters listened attentively, nodded frequently, and encouraged Kaman to continue.

Although Kaman became more and more reluctant to speak, he continued to explain for one eye: "But his faith was mixed with many impurities of Hed's paganism. They believed in the omniscient and omnipotent Supreme Heaven and the son of the Supreme Heaven. Their "mass" was presided over by their "shaman", who used horse milk instead of wine and milk residue instead of fermented cakes..."

Kaman bit his lip and whispered: "And these are just appearances-I don't know how many of our 'thing' he believes in, and how many pagan 'thing' there are. If you want to figure it out, you must talk to their 'shaman'."

"What?" Winters raised his eyebrows: "Is that old man not a 'priest'?"

"No." Kaman shook his head: "He is just a 'layman'."

"It's not exactly like it." Winters thought for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter. He stood up, happily embraced Kaman's shoulder, and asked with a smile: "Isn't this what you hate the most?"

Kaman's face turned blue and white. He pushed away the wolf's claws and asked angrily: "What do you understand again? This... is different, do you understand? Different situations, different judgments; different objects, different treatment methods; different periods, different identifications are also different..."

Kaman didn't mention that word - "hereth", but he didn't leave that word, which made Winters laugh.

"Okay, okay, I don't understand." Winters raised his hands and said, but he was not forgiven: "Then how are you sure that this is not the work of the Reform Commission? Don't you, the Reform Commission, like to dress up as a 'barbarian' and sneak into the 'barbarian kingdom' and study the magic of the 'barbarian'? By the way, there is no problem to develop some believers, right?"

"I said, you don't understand at all!" Kaman retorted angrily: "The mission of the Reform Commission never includes preaching!"

As soon as he said that, Kaman immediately realized something was wrong and hurriedly asked for a supplement: "Of course, spreading the gospel on the earth is the mission of every believer, but reforming and practicing will have a better way to serve the Lord."

Wenters heard this and joked: "So, the 'pope' who punished the Reform Commission must be a nostalgic person and prefers a more traditional service method. It seems that he doesn't really recognize the services of the Reform Commission?"

Kaman didn't find it interesting at all. He continued on his own: "More importantly, I'm sure that the doctrine that the old man believed in was also heresy for the monks who reformed the sects."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "What? There are still heresies?" Winters became interested, sat back on the camp bed, adjusted to a comfortable position, and then patted the bed: "Sit down and say slowly."

Carman ignored Winters and asked straightforwardly: "Do you still remember the murals of Wolftown Church?"

Winters was stunned: "How come he can't remember?"

The memories of the past were suddenly aroused and poured into my mind like a tide, as if it was yesterday, and it seemed like it was another world.

"Did Monk Reed say it is the mural of the heretic work?" Winters sighed softly: "It has been destroyed in chaos."

"Yes, that mural." Kaman's voice was cold and heavy: "Do you know what era the mural was from?"

"I don't know." Winters shook his head.

"I don't know either." Kaman said heavily: "No one knows!"

Winters spread his hands and signaled that he was listening.

Kaman explained quickly: "The church in Wolf Town was expanded on the basis of the old chapel. The wall painted with the mural is the wall of the old chapel. When was the old chapel built? No one knew.

"Biography of the Bishop of Gervodan believes that the old chapel was built by immigrants, but I asked Mr. Mitchell that when they immigrated to Wolf Town, the old chapel had already stood there. Even because of the existence of the old chapel, the Wolf Town was in its current location."

Winters digested what Kaman said as fast as possible, and associated with the history that monk Saul told him, asking: "Are you trying to say that the old man's 'commitment' originated from the 'first great break'."

"No, it's earlier than that." Kaman looked mysterious: "Even for the heresy that had the first great break, the old man's belief was heretic. If I guess correctly, his sect, like that mural, can be traced back to the Arians who were suppressed after Delik II issued the [Edict of Mia]..."
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