dognovel Chapter 142 Countermeasures
Chapter 142 Countermeasures
Pros is very busy now because he finds that the bishop's life is not what he thought it was, or that the good life before is gone forever.
First, he held mass for the students of the White Lion Knights every week. Pross's initial nervousness became more and more comfortable. Now he is more comfortable with holding mass for the people in the Earl's Castle. He thought that his work would be easier after these people left.
As a result, with the arrival of the Crusaders, Pros' good days came to an end.
There were mass during the day, mass at noon, mass at night, and even mass when everyone entered or left the camp. It was like this every day of the week, and Pros was almost busy to death.
However, these knights with mental problems not only demanded the number of Masses, but also cared more about the quality of the Mass. When Pross gave them the first Mass, a knight asked why it was not recited. If Pross had not memorized it after reading it so many times before, he would have been embarrassed on the first day.
Not only did they attend mass, but these people would come to him all the time to discuss theology with him. Listening to the theological knowledge they talked about, Pros suddenly felt that all the years he had spent in seminary were in vain.
In order not to lose face, Pros worked hard to read various theological books and take notes on them every night, so as not to appear ignorant when chatting with the knights during the day. Of course, thanks to them, Pros became more proficient in the work of the bishop, but the sequelae was that Pros began to lose his hair due to staying up late.
"This is not a solution. If I continue like this, I might be the first bishop in history to die of sleeplessness." Pros thought as he lay on the table with dark circles under his eyes.
But it is certainly impossible to tell them that they will not have Mass said for them in the future, and the only way they can rest now is for them to go out and perform their missions.
Originally, Pros had wanted to assign some fictitious tasks to these knights, but when he thought of his cousin, Pros gave up the idea. After all, they were recruited by John, and if Pros dared to command his army, his good days would be over.
"My lord! My lord!"
With a shake, Pros, who was sleeping on the table, was immediately awakened by the servant.
"What's the matter..." Pros said weakly.
"The archbishop has sent an envoy. You should go out and take a look." As the servant said this, he took a few servants to put the bishop's clothes on Pros. When Pros was fully awake, he was already dressed and sitting in a chair.
"Good day, Lord Pros." The archbishop's messenger immediately knelt on one knee and said after seeing Pros.
"May God bless you. Archbishop, may I ask what brings you all the way here?" Pros asked politely.
"The archbishop ordered me to bring a letter to you." After saying that, the messenger took out the letter from the archbishop.
After seeing the seal of the French Royal Palace on the envelope, Pros carefully opened the envelope, took out the letter inside and read it carefully.
"The pagans hiding in the Midrand Forest attacked the believers' army and committed unforgivable crimes in the city of Oise. According to intelligence, the pagan army is heading towards Wendamm. Now order the Franche-Comté Religious Knights to set off to Wendamm to pacify the pagans."
After reading the letter, Pros' eyes lit up. It was like someone delivering a pillow to him just as he dozed off. Just when he was about to send someone away, the archbishop immediately issued a transfer order.
"Go back and tell the archbishop that the religious knights will arrive on time and wipe out all these pagans." Pros replied to the believers, as if he had already seen the knights killing the natives without leaving a single piece of armor.
However, he regretted it after he said this. He had not discussed this matter with John. Without John's order, it would be impossible for these knights to leave Franche-Comté.
But now that he had said this, he could not go back on his word. If that happened, neither the Archbishop nor John would be in a good situation. After the messenger left, Pros immediately ordered his men to prepare the carriage and drive towards the Earl's Castle.
"Arrows that are strong and difficult to cut, and have a certain degree of protection against fire?" After reading the report Charlie gave him, John lay on his bed and thought for a while before he came up with a solution.
"Wood is not afraid of being chopped or burned, so are the people inside the forest the same as wood?" John thought so, and prepared to set off for the gunpowder factory in the forest. Just as he put on his clothes, he heard the guard outside knocking on the door and saying:
"My lord, Bishop Pros requests to see you."
"Let him in." John replied. What was this cousin doing here if he had nothing to do?
So when Pross, who was dressed neatly, just walked in and hadn't spoken yet, John asked casually:
"Why, does the Archbishop want to talk to you again?"
Hearing John's question, Pros was shocked. While sighing at his cousin's omnipotence, he immediately responded:
"Indeed, the Archbishop did assign me a mission."
John was just saying it casually, but he actually guessed it right. He couldn't help but wonder why the archbishop always looked for a bishop in a border territory when he had something to do.
When Pros reported to John every word of what was written in the archbishop's letter, John could not help but sigh that this archbishop was really a loser and had a big addiction to human beings. No wonder he came back to be the archbishop. He had an army but he just wanted to send it out. It was better to expect the God of Light to smash the natives to death with a big meteorite when he expected a few hundred knights to fight tens of thousands of natives.
"The Knights will set out on time, you can go back." John said lightly and left the room, got on the carriage that had been prepared long ago and headed for his old nest, the Forest Territory.
At this time, the forest area had become the industrial center of John's territory. As the number of factories continued to increase, John had to cut down a forest to house the new factories.
The entire industrial zone is dominated by military workshops. A large amount of ore is sent here. It is first smelted into boiling molten iron, and then poured into various molds and turned into weapons to kill enemies on the battlefield and armor to protect soldiers under the skilled forging techniques of the craftsmen.
As soon as John got off the carriage, he rushed to the gunpowder workshop. Upon learning of John's arrival, the manager in charge of the place immediately went to the door of the workshop to greet John.
Under the guidance of the manager, John looked around the workshop and then listened to the recent production report of the workshop, which was nothing more than some words about the increase in monthly production quantity, the change in production mode, and the improvement of production efficiency after the expansion of the workshop.
"In three days, I want to see ten Greek artillery carts. Can you do it?" John asked.
"Of course it is possible. The current production scale of the factory is sufficient." The manager replied, because even if it cannot be completed, the inventory can be used. This kind of artillery vehicle is only useful in field battles, but is useless in siege warfare. Since the first batch of Greek fire was produced, there has been no need for it in any fortress or city.
As the sun sets, John returns to Johnburg after a long absence. Since the servants clean the castle on time every day, when John returns, the castle is still the same as before. Only the moss on the wall reminds John that he has not been back for almost a year.
Lying on the bed in the bedroom, John looked at the night sky by the window, but he was thinking about how to win this battle.