Chapter 264 Asking for help from the imperial capital
Chapter 264 Asking for Aid from the Imperial Capital
Just when the managers of Moscow were having a headache, in the Red City, there was another person walking in the Rostislav Palace with a miserable look on his face.
This man is also an old acquaintance of ours, Domhnall Burns, the "poet" of the Moscow court.
As for why the title "poet" is in quotation marks, that's because although Domhnall wrote a bunch of poems, they really didn't become popular. He was basically just there to enjoy himself.
In the circle of people who know him well, Domhnall has a title, "Bad Poet", but no one dares to say this in front of him, because Domhnall takes these things very seriously.
As for why the Gaelic man, who was always laughing and joking, looked bitter, it was because he was scolded again.
Jan Vishaditch asked him to find evidence of pagan activity in Rus, but he found nothing - or rather, he didn't look for it - so he was scolded again.
And this scolding made Domhnall make up his mind. When the prince asked him to escort Alexei's troupe to tour various parts of Northeastern Rus, he would take a good look around the countryside and get rid of this mess at once.
solve.
Domhnall was really puzzled by Young's persistence in paganism. Ever since he came back, he had wanted to turn Northeastern Rus upside down to see if the pagans were organized and if they had any conspiracy.
As far as he knew, Yang put on makeup and went to the countryside to investigate, and he didn't know what was wrong with him.
But now, the more important thing is to serve as a background board in the following meetings.
With this in mind, Domhnall opened a door under the watchful eyes of the guards, and then quietly walked to his father-in-law.
He originally thought that his actions were not noticed, but Old Gvalan glared at his son-in-law, to which Domhnall could only smile awkwardly.
Fortunately, this father-in-law, who was always extremely strict on weekdays, didn't scold him at all. There was no expression on his face, and he didn't take him out to deal with him. He just continued to stand there like a statue. Domhnall also quickly said:
Follow the same example.
There is only one person who makes the captain of the janissary, the top dignitary in Moscow, so respectful, the ruler of Moscow, Rostislav Vladimirovich.
Different from the image of Rostislav who was always full of confidence, wisdom and power in external rumors, at this moment, the ruler of Moscow was grimacing, listening to Bishop Luca's report - to be precise, it was a reprimand.
Bishop Luca was complaining about the lack of manpower in the church. Since Rostislav mobilized a large number of people to go to the Bulgars, the manpower that should have been liberated with the use of the printing press has been lost.
So Bishop Luca is now complaining to Rostislav, why is it that the person he promised has disappeared? The missionary work in Northeast Russia is lacking people everywhere!
Bishop Luca was very angry, and Hilarion was also very angry. They both promised some villages with active beliefs that priests would arrive soon, but suddenly they found that half of the people who had left were pulled back.
The reason why Hilarion did not come back was that he needed to appease those villages. It seemed that the villages were not giving them face, and they had to be appeased. Therefore, only his teacher came to blame (swear) Rostislav.
And Rostislav could only listen, because he couldn't do anything but listen. He was indeed at fault for this, and he was cutting off the manpower that should have been given to the church.
What's more, Bishop Luca is still his teacher, so he can only listen obediently here.
However, Bishop Luca's sermons really bored him. They were just chanting scriptures.
He had heard these scriptures so many times since he was a child that his ears were numb. He had memorized the names of the authors and memorized many chapters.
So Rostislav used a trick he had always used when he was a child, which was to appear to be listening with an open mind, but in fact he was wandering in his mind.
The Prince of Moscow couldn't help but think about how many troops he could muster on the day of dispatching troops after his declaration? Ten thousand? Twenty thousand? Or even thirty thousand?
Speaking of which, he has never commanded an army of more than 10,000 people. I really don’t know what the situation was like at that time.
Rostislav has always remembered a saying, if there are tens of thousands of people, there is no limit. He has seen such a scene before, but commanding this army by himself is a different feeling.
But just when Rostislav was enjoying the future, Bishop Luca seemed to have discovered that his student was wandering in the world, so he raised his voice and forcibly broke Rostislav's enjoyment of the future.
At the same time, he felt very sorry in his heart. Why is this student not interested in God? If he had devoted himself to the cause of God, he might have become a big shot in the imperial capital by now.
Rostislav, whose wonderful enjoyment was broken, looked annoyed, wondering what happened.
But he could only adjust his expression and continue to look like a good student, because otherwise the teacher would only talk more.
How can I make this damn old man shut up?
Rostislav couldn't help but think in his heart that he only dared to think about these words in his heart, and he would definitely not have the courage to say them out. After all, he still respected the teacher very much, but he was just impatient now.
Church, church, church things are so bad, can't the imperial capital provide some support? Just let us work hard here.
Wait, support from the Imperial Capital?
Rostislav suddenly discovered the key information, and then he looked at his teacher eagerly.
Because of the sudden eager look in his eyes, Luka subconsciously stopped preaching.
"Bishop Luca, can you tell me, if the story of promoting Bulgar's conversion reaches the imperial capital, will the imperial capital provide us with support?"
Faced with Rostislav's sudden question, Luka was suddenly stunned.
But then he realized what it meant, and a look of eagerness appeared on his face.
"Yes, yes, if we can promote countries like Bulgaria to convert to Orthodoxy, the Imperial Capital will definitely provide support. And I remember that the Imperial Capital split from Rome just a few years ago. I believe the Patriarch needs an example to prove Orthodoxy.
superiority."
Bishop Luca thought more than Rostislav. As a member of the church, he knew many things, and his concerns were different from those of secular princes. For example, he immediately thought of the impact of the Great Schism between the Eastern and Western Churches.
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The Patriarch needed an example to show off to the Pope, and they could provide just that.
"But I'm a little worried. What if the imperial capital thinks that this Volga Bulgar was made up by us?"
After the initial excitement, Rostislav then continued to ask questions, and this question also hit the point.
After all, churches in the imperial capital have seen a lot of things like deceiving people by using the conversion of a country from God knows where.
Luca, on the other hand, just smiled nonchalantly. In his opinion, Rostislav's question was a bit funny.
"Lord Rostislav, it seems that you have forgotten many things since you have not studied for a while. Have you forgotten that there is also a group of Bulgars in the north of the imperial capital?"
"Oh, those people in Bulgaria, how could I forget about this?"
Rostislav slapped his head. He was indeed an idiot for forgetting about the Bulgarians.
"Moreover, in the years before the Bulgars were divided and the descendants of Kurbut were not divided into five branches, the imperial capital was connected with the Great Bulgar Khanate. Even the Bulgar emperors on the Volga River could not have been unaware of its existence."
Luka continued to explain that the knowledge in the imperial capital was wider than Rostislav imagined.
"Then let's get started, teacher, teach me how to write a letter."
Rostislav just did what he said. He asked his teacher to teach him how to write a letter to the Patriarch of the imperial capital asking for help (begging for food). This was a technical job, and he had to be guided by an experienced teacher like his teacher.
Luca is also very enthusiastic about this. He has not written for many years, but his ability to write official documents has not fallen behind. Now he can finally perform this skill again.
Just as the two of them were excitedly planning to write this, Domhnall breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that today had passed like this, but then he looked up and found that his father-in-law was looking at him sternly.
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In this regard, Domhnall could only lament in his heart.