When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

#554 - Laurent and the Dock

The fine spring rain sprinkled on the verdant earth, the sky like a light gauze pierced with silver needles, billowing back and forth in the undulating spring breeze.

After entering March, the warm currents of the Emerald Sea collided with the cold currents of the Furnace Highlands in Thousand River Valley.

The cold and vast water vapor, lubricated by the spring, turned into drizzle and fell on the war monks' tents.

The legion commander, along with 10 master captains and accompanying priests, gathered in a tent to listen to the legion scribe read the latest Holy Doctrine Gospel.

"...War monks are also monks, the Savior Army is a legion of monks, and the Papal States are also a country of monks..."

"...What is a monk? Is sitting in a monastery and chanting scriptures all day considered a monk? Without labor, without production, without exchange, it cannot be considered a monk..."

"...Monks should know who we are, what our country is, and why we should defend our country..."

"...War monks are called monks only because they engage in war, responsible for protecting the output of labor and the exchange of goods, and their status is not superior to other monks..."

"Isn't this what we said before? Why are you saying it again?" one master captain whispered to another.

That master captain lowered his voice: "I guess it's about that master captain from the Black Crown Eighth Army, who got drunk and slept with a knight's daughter."

"Really?"

"I saw it with my own eyes yesterday, several military police escorted him past our garrison."

"Isn't that a knight's daughter? And the daughter of a Hottam County knight..."

"The priest is reciting His Majesty's scriptures, what are you doing? Is this the time for your idle talk?" Laurent, who had already risen to the rank of legion commander, roared at the two.

"No, Your Excellency Legion Commander." The two young men immediately stood at attention.

"Apologize to Scribe Adol!"

"Yes, Scribe Adol, we were wrong, please forgive us."

"Hahaha." Adol, as the accompanying priest, laughed, "Sit down, sit down, this is a discussion, no need to be so serious."

The so-called accompanying priest is not the political commissar of this country, nor even a Soviet-style political commissar.

Under the current conditions of productivity and ideological level, these two types of political commissars cannot be born.

In comparison, they are more like the accompanying priests of the Thirty Years' War, combined with the special envoys of the French Revolution.

Their tasks include leading the war monks in prayer, presiding over battlefield funerals, boosting morale, supervising officers' execution of orders, and promoting Holy Doctrine thought.

The requirements for them are also very simple, even without receiving holy orders, as long as they can read the 《Gospel》, and be able to read, write, and debate simply.

As for the materials read by these accompanying priests, most of them are personally finalized by Hohen, and then written by the pen-pushers of the Holy Father Society.

These pen-pushers are different from the pen-pushers of the church clergy.

Compared to the church's rhetorical articles that often burst into classics, they prefer to adopt a colloquial and somewhat impassioned writing style.

This was not decided by Hohen, but was summarized from a series of large and small wars and daily activities in Langsand County.

The monks of the Holy Father Society have gradually formed a set of colloquial writing paradigms.

If those serious clergy in the church came, they would not be able to adapt.

Generally speaking, each legion will be equipped with 2-3 accompanying priests.

However, specific life, logistics, and other administrative work are managed by the legion scribe.

Of course, since the Savior Army's organization is not yet sound, even quartermasters are often vacant.

So many times, the legion scribe also serves as the accompanying priest.

This is why the war monks call this legion scribe "Priest."

After reading and explaining the materials again, Adol clipped the hemp paper to the writing board and put it aside.

More than a dozen big men with smelly feet were sitting cross-legged together, and it was a humid rainy day, so the smell in the tent was naturally sour and unpleasant.

But camp life, Adol, who was born a citizen, had long been accustomed to it.

He cleared his throat: "I have finished what Holy Grandson has warned you, let me talk about my own understanding.

Why does His Majesty want to establish a country of monks? It is because the world is now turbid, demons are rampant, and people's hearts are lost.

Holy Grandson wants to save the world heading towards the doomsday judgment, then we must first save people's hearts, which is why we want to revive originalism and El's way of life.

We must have confidence, because we are the people chosen by the Holy Father, so we should have good morals.

We should have demands on ourselves, which includes not bullying the weak.

The knight himself is unforgivable, even if his daughter is involved, it should be punished by law.

That is what the adjudicator monks should do, not our specialty, don't stick your needle into other people's thread.

Our war against the nobility and the church is a holy war, don't tarnish it, do you understand what I mean?"

The officers naturally answered that they understood in unison, but only they themselves knew whether they really understood.

Therefore, a few accompanying priests will have to talk to these officers privately and hold small debates later.

Reason is not clear without debate, and promoting the concept of "monk" in the army is a secret pilot project for Hohen to establish a new imagined community.

Laurent, who used to be just a small tailor, now leads the Black Crown Seventh Legion and is stationed near Stillwater Dock.

Compared to other Black Crown legions and Guards legions attacking Deer Horn Township, they are much more relaxed, so they have so many gospel meetings to hold.

After the officers finish the gospel meeting, the war monks also have to hold them one division after another.

In addition to gospel meetings, literacy classes are also held, requiring each soldier to master at least 500 words of reading and writing ability.

These political tasks are as important as combat tasks and will also be included in the final military merit assessment.

However, just thinking that those old friends can make achievements on the battlefield, while he can only sit in the river bay and hold meetings day and night, Laurent's heart is filled with bitterness.

But Adol, the legion scribe and accompanying priest, is happy with it, and smiles every day.

When holding gospel meetings and literacy classes, the two people's expressions of sorrow and happiness complement each other.

However, this busy but peaceful daily life was broken by a burst of rapid footsteps.

The sentry in a raincoat lifted the curtain of the tent, and the rain slanted in, instantly wetting the blanket under the legion commander's buttocks.

Supporting himself to stand up, Laurent shouted at the sentry: "What's going on?"

"Your Excellency Legion Commander, there is an urgent report from the Holy Grandson's Righteous Army." The sentry took off his hood, revealing his wet head.

Laurent rushed to the sentry in three steps and took two steps, opened the envelope in his hand, and read it by the dim candlelight in the tent.

After reading it, he took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed his pounding heart, and handed the urgent report to the legion scribe Adol beside him.

Adol didn't have Laurent's composure, he only took one look, and his eyes were about to pop out.

"Earl Sampoli rebelled?!"

"Four earls, three monastery deans responded?!"

"The Holy Grandson's Righteous Army pretended to be refugees and surrounded Stillwater Dock, Stillwater Dock was tricked open by the Earl's warrant, and it was already at night..."

"Was breached?!"