"What are you? You dare to talk nonsense in front of His Majesty after learning some medical skills in the East!" The barber was so arrogant. "Today's Archbishop is here, are you going to blasphemy in front of him?"

Kalemi couldn't help looking at the Archbishop. Seeing that he looked bad, she swallowed and said, "No, I'm just considering your Majesty. The medical skills of the East are very magical and absolutely effective."

"You..."

Before the barber finished speaking, the Archbishop said in a deep voice: "Let him continue to speak, what is the medical skills in the East? Does anyone in the East believe in God?"

"Of course no one believes it...the cultures are different." Carlemi whispered: "However, I have seen with my own eyes that many incurable diseases have been cured by Eastern medicine, and have also discovered a more subtle world.

The causes of many diseases are extremely complex, and it is necessary to explore the fundamentals to treat them. However, bloodletting is harmful and unhealthy.”

The barber sneered: "I don't respect God, just a group of barbarians. How long has the so-called Eastern medical skills appeared?"

Kalemi opened her mouth, a little confused.

He studied new medicine, and it seems that this thing was less than ten years later... Dajing has a long history of ancient medicine, but he has never learned it?

"Big...it's probably a few years old..."

"How many years? Hahahaha!" The people in the room burst into laughter again.

The barber bent over with a smile: "You have the courage to bring out something from a few years of history? Have you studied medicine? You just show off? You are just a crappy liar!"

"Feka and other countries have come out of the same lineage, and has been passed down for thousands of years and has been given wisdom from God. Constellation plant herbal medicine, four images elements, four bodily fluid theory, therapeutic manual, and royal pharmacopoeia, have you learned it?"

Kalemine was speechless.

Indeed, although Feika’s history is not a thousand years old, it has also inherited the cultural civilization of other countries. In terms of overall inheritance, it is actually quite complete.

The barber is right and wrong, and people don’t let people know: “Can Oriental people understand our medical skills? Can they understand the profound and profound God-given learning that has been passed down from ancient times to the present? Do you want to subvert the power of the divine power after repeated nonsense?”

"You shameless villain, without our medical skills, your ancestors, your grandfather, your father, and you can live to this day?"

Carlemi continued to remain silent.

The barber became more and more rampant and began to point fingers: "Do you think medical skills are just as simple as you seem to be bleeding? The zodiac signs correspond to the human body, and the time for bleeding should be carefully considered. Do you think you, a sailor, can be with His Majesty and the Archbishop.

Are you cheating in front of you?”

Kalemi was so angry that she couldn't help but shout, "That's science, I've witnessed it with my own eyes!"

"No matter what kind of learning, the end of knowledge is theology." The Archbishop suddenly added.

Kalemi almost spurted out an old blood and never spoke again.

At this moment, the king was already in a trance, his wrist was still ticking with blood, and he had been forgotten by everyone.

Duke Alves stared at Kalemi coldly: "Just based on what you said just now, you should be dragged out and tied to the stolen rack and burned to death!"

"But it is useful to think that you can communicate with the Eastern people. I will spare your life for the time being and bring their leader in."

Carlemi took a deep breath and suddenly felt a little scared.

Maybe I shouldn't be stubborn with them anymore. I spent too long with Dajing people and had already thrown the teachings here behind me.

The Duke is definitely not just talking and playing tricks. The words he said just now will be killed legally.

But...continuing to bleed will really kill people.

Carlemie glanced sideways and quietly glanced at the king who was so angry that he left worriedly.

When I returned again, I was already taking Zheng Hui and Lai Gou'er with me.

Zheng Hui held the scepter and looked carefully in the palace, curiosity flashed in his eyes.

This is a Western country that is still desirable in art, not to mention that the house is built beautifully.

But his eyes were turned to the bench where the king was lying, and a trace of dissatisfaction arose in his heart.

Who is this person? It's so rude that the guest is still sleeping...

Moreover, the foreigners in the room were still looking at him and Lai Gou'er unscrupulously.

"I am an envoy from the great scenery. I came to visit and establish diplomatic relations with Western countries. I wonder where your king is?"

Carlemi quickly translated.

Duke Alves pointed to the king with grief and said, "Your Majesty has returned to God's arms."

"What does God's embrace mean?" Zheng Hui looked at Kalemi in confusion.

"It's just a burp. I just died and the person is not cold yet." Kalemi rubbed secretly.

Damn it, you don’t listen to your advice, it’s time! A burst of pleasure arose in Kalemi’s heart.

Zheng Hui: "..."

This is a coincidence. The king died as soon as he arrived. Who should I communicate with afterwards?

"I am deeply sorry for your king's death, and I would like to express my grief."

Duke Alves: "The envoy came from afar and should have a banquet to entertain all the guests, but it is a bit out of place at the moment."

"The king is not here, but the Archbishop and I are here. If you have anything to say after dealing with the king's affairs, we can discuss it. I will send someone to arrange for the envoy to live there first. How about it?"

Zheng Hui nodded and didn't think much about it.

The emperor is dead, wait for two days.

It just so happens that we are here to see more Western customs and try to be slutty...

......

When everyone left, the house became quiet.

There were soldiers returning from the port constantly talking in the Duke of Alves' ears.

The Archbishop kept praying to the king, and only sighed when the prayer was finished.

"Your Majesty has gone, but he has lost the protection of God and has not been able to survive this."

Duke Alves frowned and said, "Your Majesty was still dying yesterday, but why did it become like this after a day?"

The Archbishop thought, "It must be the unknowns brought by some Orientals that made His Majesty fail, and the culprit was the sailor!"

"He made a public statement of blasphemy, which disturbed the blessings of the gods! He was to tie him to the stake and burn him to death!"

Duke Alves said decisively: "No, this move will disturb the Orientals. I just reported that they were parked in the port fleet, looking at the scale and style. Even if it was not the most powerful country in the Far East mentioned by the sailors, it was definitely not.

A small country comes."

"It is a good thing that they want to trade with Feka, and the sailor is now their assistant, and if he is executed rashly, there will be a conflict."

The Archbishop glared and said, "Is the business of those Eastern people more important than faith in God in your heart?"

Duke Alves suddenly felt a little numb from his scalp.

Although the Archbishop is in Feica, he is under the management of the Taifu Church and has much higher status and influence than him.

"Don't be anxious... Your Majesty is still dealing with it, I just need some time."

The Archbishop's expression was relaxed: "That's right, Your Majesty's new mourning. I just inspected the city yesterday. I will always explain what happened today to the following!"

"As for those Eastern people, they will never fall in love with us just because they burn an outsider to death, let alone send more missionaries to them so that the entire Eastern world can also be bathed in the glory of God."

"If you do these two things, I will report them to the Pope truthfully."
Chapter completed!