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When the bell of noon came from the Tower of San Dimitrios Cathedral, outside the sanctuary, people in rags rushed through the Arch of Galerius and gathered in the iconic screen. Waiting in front of the bronze door. And sleeping at their feet are the saints Demetrius and Augustus Gallerius.

When the door of the church was opened, the priests dressed in black led the priests out of the auxiliary priest passage on the left. Everyone’s basket was filled with yeast and holy cakes to be distributed to scrambled and hungry. People. Since the outbreak of the Macedonian war, the war has quickly engulfed most of the military districts. The aristocratic armies who killed each other arbitrarily turned the land under their feet into coke, and displaced countless refugees. Both the residents of Greek towns and the farmers in the surrounding Slavic villages. They lived a life of old and unseen life, but at this moment they were both involved in the whirlpool of fate, and fled in panic to the only refuge on the Macedonian plains-Thessaloniki.

The influx of refugees made the city of Thessaloniki, which had been ravaged by the war, unable to accommodate so many people. The supposedly prosperous San Dimitrios market was full of dirty and messy shanties. The pool in the square has also become a stinking ditch, and the Jewish low wall built in the time of Diocletian has become a place for drainage. The original residents of the city dared not speak up, and friction occurred from time to time, but these were not the worst. Although the Macedonian refugees escaped the chase of an apocalyptic knight in the war, another one quietly followed the crowd into the city, that was invisible and intangible hunger. The people who dragged their families did not bring enough food. The lack of food made the public order of Thessaloniki visibly worsened. Everyone knew that if this continues, the city will not be attacked by the outside, and the interior will inevitably fall apart soon. .

But no one dared to propose the expulsion of refugees. Uncertainty would be a riot in Nika! When everyone was at a loss, the church in Thessaloniki stepped forward and took the initiative to undertake the relief work.

The yeast cake originally served as the Eucharist was distributed as a fruit belly. Although the portion is small, it can ensure that everyone can eat one bite and will not starve to death on the street for the time being. The Holy Blood wine is poured into the well in the backyard of the church Pour the water to everyone, so that the refugees will not drink the sewage in the stinking ditch of the square so as to avoid getting sick.

I saw the priests of the cathedral walking in the crowd while distributing food while instructing the priests around him to take care of the sick, the old and the weak. He only heard the merciful sermon echoing among the refugees, "My brothers, I Being able to hear your calling is why we can support each other. Because this, this, speech, are all one, what he thinks, do my sorrows. But remember not to do evil out of private anger, to cover you and I am God’s The servant is to serve him. If a selfish thread is woven into the textiles of life, everything will be destroyed. It should be understood that every drink and peck in the world is a gift from God, and the shepherd only cares for the poor and the weak. Fang is blessed by God, Amen."

However, the priests' passionate speeches rarely received a response from the crowd. Obviously, compared to filling their stomachs, other things can't make these refugees who are struggling to be more concerned about them.

"Master priest, we won't have much rations if this continues." At this moment, an adjunct monk beside the helpless priest whispered, but was immediately stopped. Once these starving refugees learn the news, you can imagine what will happen.

Walking out of the crowd, the frowning old man asked, "Where is St. George's Cathedral, do they have any extra food?"

"We have asked, not only St. George's Cathedral, but also in some other monasteries there is no food to lend to us. My lord, we won't be able to last long if we continue like this." The monks flinched a little, and more and more came every day. More people gathered in front of the church, but the rations they were able to provide were getting less and less. The nobles who asked for help in the city did not respond. On the contrary, Moria's new army lent a sum of food to relieve the urgent need. But after all, it was a simmer, and the monks were afraid that sooner or later they would cause a mess if they continued like this.

Seeing the timidity in the eyes of the people below, the enraged priest exclaimed: "Have you forgotten your vow to enter this church? San Demetrius was martyred in order to protect the city. This church is located here! You should be ashamed of your words and deeds. We must know that God teaches us that we are never humans to reject, but to reject evil thoughts in our hearts."

The monks who were being reprimanded lowered their heads, "But going on, these refugees will follow the indulgence of selfishness sooner or later. Lord priest, our power is limited after all, unless we seek help from that person."

Before he finished speaking, the priest who was enraged by this proposal immediately interrupted the persuasion of the monks under his hand, and said: "That is absolutely impossible. I will never ask the Latins for help from even a piece of wheat. You don’t want to mention anything full of evil!"

While all the priests of the Cathedral of St. Demetrios were arguing, a long line of carriages slowly drove up on the stone road outside the Arch of Galerius and attracted all the attention. Not only the priests, but also the refugees eating pancakes, because they saw the carriage full of food and vegetables, they saw dozens of sturdy men jumping out of the carriage and then greeted the refugees to distribute everything on it.

"This is the relief ordered by Empress Odosia. In addition, His Royal Highness has also prepared a temporary residence for you by the bay, where you will no longer have to worry about your livelihood. May God bless our co-emperor and The Queen, His Majesty Muzfius and His Royal Highness Odosia, they give us shelter from the ravages of Latin Satanists. Long live Your Majesty the Queen, and Long live your Majesty the Emperor!"

As the man's rude roar rang out, a burst of enthusiastic cheers broke out from the refugee crowd. Compared with the tasteless pancakes, the toast and marinated fish carried on the carriage surpassed all the delicacies, and they even received it for everyone. A blanket to keep yourself warm. When the food, clothing, shelter and transportation finally found their way, the ecstatic people kissed and hugged each other, cheering the strange queen's name constantly in their mouths. Since the fall of Constantinople, the ownership of the throne has become an open case. It is said that the orthodoxy lies with His Majesty Alex III, while some people think it is Lascaris of Nicaea, and some think that the emperor is still the guardian monarch. At this moment, Muzifius and Alexei V in Tantinburg, but at this juncture, for the precarious civilians, whoever gives them a place to stay, they are grateful to whomever. At this time, the scene in front of the church is in sharp contrast with the priest San Demetrios’ speech just now~www.ltnovel.com~ The priests who have witnessed all have very ugly faces, and they hate the refugees in front of them for not being grateful. .

"Master priest, look at these white-eyed wolves!" They tried their best to relieve the last bit but did not end up, but they did it for others. Especially those who give out food have a bad Greek accent and use their toes to wonder who they are.

But looking at the priest in front of him calmly, he seemed very relieved, and said indifferently: "It's okay, since she chose to do this, it is an acceptable result for us." Then, the priest took with him. The monks quietly packed up the utensils of the sacrament and returned to the sanctuary.

And everything that happened was clearly seen by the people sitting in a carriage.

"Your Royal Highness, if you go out to show your face at this time, I think the effect will be better." The Genoese girl leaned at the window and gestured boringly by the window, suddenly turned her head and proposed. At this moment, sitting in front of her was the third empress of the former empire, nominally now the empress of the empire, Odosia Angeles.

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