Rudolph looked at the girl who seemed to suddenly appear, and she seemed to think that she was very rude to laugh at Rudolph, and quickly lowered her head shyly.

"I'm sorry, you're not a Lorraine?" The girl probably felt that the atmosphere was too awkward, so she spoke to Rudolph. Of course, the arched buildings of the church will amplify people's echoes, so her voice is actually very small.

"No, I'm not." Rudolph also felt funny in his heart. He was so scared by a rotten bone. When he looked at the girl in front of him, he was surprised by her delicate and beautiful face.

"That's right. The guardian of the town of Lorraine, Bishop Ogzt, was lying on it. He was a great martyr." The girl stood next to the wooden coffin and told Rudolph in a moment. In an instant, Rudolph felt like she was lingering in an ancient city, and this beautiful girl was a tour guide who was familiar with local history.

"Martyr?" Rudolf slowly got into the role. He was just wandering around. Since someone was willing to be a free tour guide, why not do it?

"Yes, when the northerners were rampant throughout Europe, some of the terrible and barbaric northerners also came here along the river. Bishop Ogzt alone blocked the barbaric northerners in front of the barbaric people in order to protect the church and others, and was cruelly killed by the barbaric people." The girl told Rudolph the origin of this bone. Rudolph followed her finger direction and indeed saw that the right rib of the bone was broken, and the tip of a small piece of iron tool was still embedded on it.

"It turned out to be to commemorate him, but I think it would be better to bury him." Although Rudolph is now Germanic, his soul is still an Oriental, and he thinks it is better to be buried in the dead.

"Originally, people in the town buried the bishop, but miracles appeared. A woman dreamed that the bishop was revealed in her dream, and her whole body was shining with light. He told the woman that she would raise herself out of the soil. If someone was sick, scrape the bone powder from her bones and rinse it in water and take it, she would be cured." The girl explained to Rudolf.

"What?" Rudolph felt a little disgusting when he heard it. Drinking dead bone meal is a big idea.

Ying Zheng: Hahaha, it’s the first time these barbarians have heard that dead bones can cure diseases. If this is the case, uh, I wouldn’t have to work so hard to find the elixir of immortality back then, uh, as much as I want.

Li Qing (Rudolph): Uh, First Emperor, let’s not mention this.

However, Rudolph did see an old woman pulling her little grandson, tremblingly walking to the coffin, respectfully lit a small white candle, and then carefully scraped off the powder from the bishop's bones with a knife.

"I'll go, isn't this a crushing bones and ashes? Superstition kills people!" Rudolf couldn't help but complain in his heart.

"Don't you think you believe it?" The girl seemed to see that Rudolph didn't believe it at all. She smiled, and there was a small dimples on her cheek on her left.

"Uh, maybe!" Rudolph touched the back of his head. He didn't dare to say he didn't believe it. This was an era of overwhelming superstition and faith supremacy.

"Maybe, hehe, actually I didn't believe it since I was a child. Once my father got me a lot of bone powder and I threw it under the windowsill." The girl said to Rudolf.

"Haha, it's like what you can do." Rudolph developed a favor for this cheerful girl. She was not like later generations at all. People remembered that women were locked in castles or towers in bloated dresses.

"My name is Tracy. What's your name for a foreigner?" The girl turned around generously and said to him to face Rudolf.

"My name is Rudolph." Rudolph also smiled. He bowed slightly to the beautiful girl Tracy and said to her very gentlemanly.

"Rudolph, ha, is it a very ordinary name?" Tracy blurted out, but immediately covered her mouth with her hand, feeling a little embarrassed. She was like a child, full of curiosity about all the unknown, especially a foreigner.

"What are you doing here, praying?" Rudolph asked Tracy.

"Ah, the church hired a very powerful painter. He is painting murals for the church. Do you want to see it? Come here." Tracy suddenly raised his eyebrows, and she grabbed Rudolph's hand and pulled him toward the altar of the church. Rudolph was caught off guard, and his soft little hands were as gentle as jade.

"Look, how realistic the portraits of the characters are here. And here, you see, when the sun shines from different angles, there will be different colors. I really don't know how he did it?" Tracy stood in front of the mural, Rudolph saw a brown-haired Italian middle-aged man sitting on a wooden shelf about 1.7 meters, painting on the wall intently. He and Tracy looked at the finished mural below. The content of this part of the mural was a group of saints and lowly angels who welcomed the birth of Christ.

"It's used minerals!" Rudolph, as a modern man, certainly knew the tricks of painters. He smiled slightly and said to the girl Tracy with a little showing.

"Minite?" Tracy looked at Rudolph in surprise. Although she was idle, she would paint on parchment paper with ink, and occasionally use collected plants and flowers to adjust the color, but she did not know the tricks used by real painters.

"Huh?" Rudolph's words not only surprised Tracy, but also the Italian who was sitting at the top of the wooden ladder, were very shocked. He lowered his head and looked at Rudolph.

"Wow, you are so amazing. Are you also a painter?" Tracy looked at Rudolph with his blue eyes open and admired.

"Uh, I, I'm not." Rudolph said quickly, but Tracy didn't believe it, and kept asking about the skills on the murals.

"Ha, it seems that this lady loves painting?" The Italian put away his brush and palette and climbed down the wooden ladder, and said to Tracy.

"Yes, although my father hired a painter to teach, his skills were very poor. I quickly learned and surpassed him, but there were many things I didn't know." Tracy said with some pride and regret.

"This is amazing, Miss." The Italian bowed respectfully to Tracy. He knew that those who could paint leisurely and afford to hire tutors were definitely noble families.

"No, this is nothing great. I'm just a clumsy lover." But Tracy was very self-aware, and she waved her hand and said.

Rudolph looked at the Italian painter in front of him. He had thick and curly brown hair, a brown-red beard, a pale face, black eyes, thin body, calluses, and a thin, thin linen shirt with many spots of color on it.

"Is painting very unprofitable?" Rudolph said to him curiously as he looked at the talented but down-and-out painter.

"Ha, just live." Italian painters lowered their heads embarrassedly. The nobles and the church liked the art of murals, but they did not respect the people who painted, and their work was only enough for their own lives.

"What a pity, you are very talented." Rudolf raised his head and looked at the progressive mural. Every character in the mural was vivid. Although the Virgin's face was only one approximate, it could tell the reluctance of a mother. Christ was innocent in her arms, as if he didn't know the fate he was about to face.

"Thank you." The Italian painter nodded. He seemed to have been numb and coughed violently.

"When painting, it is best to use something to cover your mouth and nose, otherwise the fine mineral powder will be sucked into the body, which is very harmful." Rudolf thought for a while and reminded the painter.

"Uh?" The painter looked at Rudolph in surprise after hearing this, and seemed to have never expected Rudolph to give him this suggestion.

"Miss, Miss Tracy." At this time, the virgin at the entrance of the church was eagerly calling Tracy's name. Tracy stuck out his tongue at Rudolph and the painter, and blinked mischievously.

"I'm here." Tracy knew that the maid would never give up if she didn't bring her back, so she could only leave helplessly.

"Goodbye, beautiful lady." Just as Tracy was about to turn and leave, Rudolph took her little hand, lowered his head and kissed her on the back of her hand.

"Ah?" Rudolph thought he was following Western etiquette, but Tracy screamed, and his little face suddenly turned red. She grabbed her hand and ran out of the church.
Chapter completed!