In front of the statue of Jesus in the white church, Cherchen and Pedro got off their horses and crossed the servant boy in front of the church gate.

"We\'re here to find bishop kisher," Pedro said to the servant boy.

"Have you made an appointment?"

"We agreed with the bishop."

"Well, I\'ll tell you. How should I tell your name to the bishop?"

"You say it\'s lieutenant Pedro."

The servant boy entered the gate. After a while, a tall priest followed the servant boy out.

The priest really deserves the word tall. In Chechen\'s eyes, the priest\'s height was close to two meters, and his shoulders were as wide as those of Chechen. The priest was wearing a white robe, and the tail of the long robe dragged to the ground. He was tall and straight like a poplar tree, like a high snow wall. In front of his chest hung a black box, which looked like iron, inlaid with brass.

"Hello, father."

"Hello, dear children."

"Dear priest, my child has always had bad luck recently. I\'m afraid he\'s entangled by some demon." after a polite conversation, Pedro quickly said his intention.

"You are the nephew of Pedro and Cherchen from Spain. The bishop has told me your intention. The bishop is not here today. If the child is really entangled by demons, I will be responsible for driving it away. Also, you can call me father lubauma."

It was clear that bishop kisher had given orders.

"Thank you so much," said Pedro happily. His eyes almost narrowed into a seam.

So Pedro and Cherchen entered the church under the guidance of the priest.

After entering, Chechen knew that the white church was called the white church not only because it was painted with white paste on the outside, but also because its inside was all white. The ground of the church is paved with white marble, and the corridor is surrounded by sculptures of countless saints. Cherchen can\'t recognize all these saints, but only a few such as St. George - these sculptures are also carved with white stone.

Chechen walked inside and was infected by the holy atmosphere. Every sculpture looked at it and even slowed down a bit. When he recovered, the priest and uncle Pedro had left him behind for some time. He hurried up.

At this time, he became interested in the box on the priest\'s chest.

"Father, what\'s in your chest box?" Chechen asked carefully. He was afraid that the abrupt question would upset the priest.

But the priest was not angry. Hearing Chechen\'s question, the priest showed a pious expression. He raised his head, and his face showed a holy expression under the reflection of the colored glass on the roof.

"This is a holy thing," said the priest. "You all know that the Son Jesus was born in a manger. This holy thing has something to do with it."

"What is it?" asked Pedro in surprise. He didn\'t expect that the box had something to do with Jesus. Is it the son\'s shroud? Or a strand of the son\'s fetal hair?

"It\'s the hoof of the donkey in the manger," said the priest.

Then the priest showed them other so-called sacred objects on his body. In the eyes of Uncle Pedro\'s nephew, the priest was a saint collector.

For example, rings stained with the dust of the holy land of Jerusalem, bracelets made of fragments of the Crusader\'s long sword, and belts made of cloth strips kissed by St. Paul are almost all treasures with great origins.

"Father, you... You..." Che Chen was shocked and speechless. Although the priest said that these holy things were correct, the dust and fragments were ethereal, and the donkey\'s hooves also made Chechen cry and laugh. But he did not dare to express his doubts, because he found that the priest really believed that they were true.

The priest would obviously be wrong about Che Chen\'s shock. He was more proud and pious.

"I have spent countless efforts to collect these. In order to get closer to the glory of the Lord, I am willing to give up the wealth of the earth in exchange for the blessing of God."

"Wronged big head," muttered Pedro.

"What are you talking about?" the priest did not hear Pedro\'s mutter.

"I said God would bless you." Pedro "repeated" what he said.

"As long as you give your heart to the Lord, he will bless you," said the priest with a happy smile.

Finally, the three came to the prayer room. Here, a group of choir students are singing hymns, but their voices are uneven and often not in tune. When the priest came in, the students quickly shut their mouths. Obviously, the priest was also a man of great status.

"Hello, father LV Baoma," said the students of the choir.

The priest replied, and then introduced them to Pedro.

"These Choir students are from the nearby Theological Seminary. But their grades are too poor to become God\'s servants. So the bishop took them in and organized them into a choir to please God with singing. But you heard that their singing is worse than crowing."

Without waiting for Pedro and Cherchen to speak, father LV Baoma went to the choir, turned the choir to one page with a thunderbolt, and then ordered them to sing. Then, in what was supposed to be a melodious song, the priest held out a huge Cup - the diameter of the cup was the size of an adult\'s head, and it was filled with holy water.

The priest raised the cup over Chechen\'s head and said something in his mouth.

Che Chen knelt down. Although he didn\'t believe that he was entangled by the so-called evil spirit, the young man prayed piously for his uncle.

"Evil spirits can never defeat God\'s Legion..."

The priest said and sprinkled the holy water in the cup on Chechen\'s head.

"Amen."

Outside Smolensk, a spiritual consolation ceremony is also being held.

More than ten frozen corpses lined up quietly waiting for the angel to lead them into heaven. Next to the body were Bao Hong and Vasili zolotalenko, who broke out of the city of Smolensk.

"Prince Alexei sent someone over. The messenger deeply apologized for the conflict between the two sides and invited us to the military camp of Czar Russia to discuss the attack on Smolensk," Vasili zolotalenko told Bao Hong.

"Just a dozen lives?" Bao Hong\'s voice seemed to be squeezed out of his teeth, and his eyes sprayed anger, as if to burn Vasili zolotalenko.

But Vasili zolotalenko knew that Bao Hong\'s anger was not aimed at himself.

"They also paid for their deaths and injuries. It was just an accident. Bao Hong, the chief would not offend a czar, the prince of Russia, or destroy the Alliance for such a small matter." Vasili zolotalenko said helplessly.

Speaking of the cause of the matter, we have to mention the competition between czar Russia and zaporoze Cossacks for Smolensk. In the original agreement between the two sides, it was to attack Smolensk after the snow and ice melted in the spring. But on this day, neither czar Russia nor zaporoze Cossacks complied with the agreement. While the Tsarist Russian army crossed the border, the Cossacks led by Vasili zolotalenko also got the news of the success of operation Baohong and began to March.

As a result, the top soldiers of the two armies met in the suburbs and a fierce battle took place. Both sides regarded each other as poles. After a burst of fire and guns, a white-edged war broke out. After more than ten casualties, the unstable zaporoze Cossacks took the lead in leaving the battlefield. When Prince Alexei, the commander of Czar Russia, arrived at the battlefield, he found that these so-called Polish troops were Cossacks, so he sent messengers and took these bodies to Vassily zolotalenko.

Bao Hong also knows the powerful relationship. Although his chest is still undulating, his eyes are much clearer.

"You go with me, Bao Hong," said Vasili zolotalenko. He knew that Bao Hong was more famous in czarist Russia than himself, and he had more confidence to go to negotiations with him.

"I don\'t like Russians," Bao Hong refused.

"I don\'t like it either, but we don\'t like the poles. Now that czar Russia is our ally, since it is impossible to capture Smolensk alone, we have to find ways to win greater interests in cooperation." Vasili zolotalenko patiently advised.

Bao Hong pondered for a while. Obviously, he agreed with Vasili zolotalenko.

"What are your plans?"

Bao Hong raised his head and looked at Vasili zolotalenko.