When the noon bell came from the Shiqin Tower in the Cathedral of San Dimitrios, outside the sanctuary, the ragged people rushed through the Arch of Galerius and gathered in front of the bronze door in the screen of the icon. At their feet were the saints Dmitrios and Augustus Galerius.

When the gate of the church was opened, the priests in black led the priests out of the auxiliary sacrifice passage on the left, and the baskets in each person were filled with yeast cakes distributed to the people who were scrambling to starving. Since the outbreak of the war in Macedonia, the war quickly swept across most of the military districts. The noble army of revenge and killed each other wanted to turn the land under their feet into coke, displaced countless refugees, including the residents of Greek towns and farmers of the surrounding Slavic villages. They lived a life of death and were now swept into the whirlpool of fate together and fled to the only refugee on the Macedonian plains, Thessalonika.

A large number of refugees poured in, making the city of Thessalonika, which was already devastated by the war, could not accommodate so many people. The market of San Dimitrios, which should have flourished, was full of dirty and messy shanty towns, and the pools in the square turned into stinky ditches. The Jewish walls built during the Diocletian period became places for excretion. The original residents of the city dared not speak out, and frictions occurred from time to time, but these were not the worst. Although the refugees in Macedonia avoided the pursuit of one Apocalypse Knight's war, the other quietly followed the crowd into the city, which was invisible and intangible hunger. The people who brought their families did not bring enough rations, and the lack of food made the public security of Thessalonika visible to the naked eye. Everyone knew that if this continued, the city would not have external attacks, and the internal collapse would inevitably collapse soon.

But no one dared to expel refugees, and if they were not sure, it would be a Nika riot! Just when everyone was at a loss, the church in Thessalonika stood up and took the initiative to take on the disaster relief work.

The yeast cakes, as the Holy Body, were distributed as fillings. Although the portion was small, they could ensure that everyone could eat them in one bite and not starve to death on the streets for the time being. The Holy Blood Wine was poured into the well water in the backyard of the church to everyone, so that refugees would not drink sewage in the stinky ditch in the square to avoid suffering from serious diseases.

The priests of the cathedral walked among the crowd, distributing food, and commanding the priests around them to take care of the wounded, sick, old and weak, and only heard the merciful sermons echoing among the refugees. "My brothers, I can hear your call, which is why we can support each other. Because this is the same as this and the mouth are one, and the thoughts are all my worries. But remember not to do evil due to personal anger, because you and I are the servants of God and serve him. If you and I are braided into the textiles of your life, everything will be destroyed. It is important to know that every drink and peck on the earth is given by God, and the shepherd can only bless God if they care about the poor, Amen."

However, the passionate speech of the priest rarely responded to the crowd. Obviously, compared to filling his stomach, other things cannot make these refugees with difficulties care more about life.

"Master, if this continues, we will not have much ration left." At this time, a monk at the helpless priest said in a low voice, but was immediately stopped. Once these hungry refugees know the news, it is conceivable what will happen.

The old man walked out of the crowd and asked, "Where is St. George's Cathedral? Do they have any excess food?"

"We have asked, not only St. George's Cathedral, but some other monasteries have no food to lend to us. Lord, we can't last long if we continue like this." The monks retreated a little. Every day, more and more people gathered in front of the church, but the food they could provide was less and less. The nobles in the city did not respond. Instead, Moria's new army borrowed a sum of food to solve the urgent problem. But in the end, it was the soup to stop the boiling. The monks were afraid that if they continued like this, they would sooner or later have a big trouble that would affect themselves.

Seeing the timidity in the eyes of the people below, the priest with a wide eyes wide eyes vented: "Did you forget your oath to enter this church? When Saint Demetrios was martyred to protect this city, this church was located here! You should be ashamed of your words and deeds. It is important to know that God teaches us that we have never abandoned people, but the evil thoughts in our hearts."

The reprimanded monks lowered their heads, "But if we continue, these refugees will sooner or later follow the evil sentiment of indulging in selfish desires. Lord Priest, our strength is limited after all, unless we seek the help of that person."

Before he finished speaking, the priest who was angry with the proposal immediately interrupted the persuasion of the monks under his command and said, "That is absolutely impossible. I will never ask the Latins for help even a wheat. It is something full of evil spirits. Don't mention it again!"

Just as all the priests of the Cathedral of San Demetrios were arguing endlessly, a long carriage slowly drove up on the stone road outside the arch of Galerius, which attracted all the attention. Not only the priests, but also the refugees gnawed pancakes, because they saw that the carriage was full of food and vegetables, and dozens of strong men jumped out of the carriage and immediately called the refugees to distribute everything above.

"This is the relief assigned by Queen Odosia. In addition, His Highness prepares a temporary residence for you on the bay, where you no longer have to worry about your livelihood. May God bless our co-governor and the Queen, His Majesty Muzfius and His Highness Odosia, are their shelter to us from the ravages of Latin Satan believers. Long live the Queen, Long live the Emperor!"

As the man's rude roar sounded, a burst of warm cheers erupted from the refugee crowd. Compared to the tasteless pancakes, the toast and pickled fish carried on the carriage were better than all delicacies. They even each could get a blanket to keep themselves warm. When food, clothing, housing and transportation were finally found, the ecstatic people kissed and hugged each other, and kept cheering the name of the strange queen. Since the fall of Constantinople, the return of the throne

It became a unsolved case. Some say that the orthodox is in His Majesty Alexei III, while some think it is Lascaris of Nicea, and some think that the emperor is still the guardian of Constantinople. At this moment, for the insatiable civilians, who give them a place to rest, they will be grateful to whom. The scene in front of the church is in sharp contrast to the speech of the priest Saint Demetrios just now.

The priests who witnessed all this looked very ugly, and they even hated the refugees in front of them for their ignorance.

"Master, look at these ungrateful wolves!" They tried their best to help the last little, but they did not end up helping others. In particular, those who distributed food spoke a poor Greek accent, and used their toes to think about who they were.

But when she looked at the priest in front of her calmly, she seemed very relieved and said lightly: "It's good that this is good. Since she chose to do this, it is acceptable for us." As she said that, the priest took his monks and quietly packed up the utensils for the communion and returned to the sanctuary.

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