Chapter 6 We adore you
Holy grandson?
Horn's heart skipped a beat.
Seeing everyone kneeling down to him, he realized that he was talking about himself.
No, the Holy Father, Holy Tree and Holy Lord, shouldn’t he be the Holy Son?
Where did this grandson come from?
Halfway through his mouth, Horn was unable to make a sound.
You know, this kind of pretentious thing also pays attention to rhythm.
If you interrupt the rhythm and let them calm down, it will be difficult to implement the subsequent plan.
Strike while the iron is hot must be done in one go.
Swallowing the words of defense down his throat, Horn gritted his teeth, smiled, and nodded gracefully in agreement.
Taking a deep breath, putting on a calm and kind expression, he helped Kesei, who was about to faint.
“Father Cosset, please get up. It’s okay to show respect to the Holy Father with such great etiquette. But although I am, uh, the Holy Grandson, we are all the Lambs of the Holy Father. How can we have any status? "What about the difference between high and low?"
Holding Coser, Horn looked at everyone present again: "Don't be afraid, who can tell me what happened after my soul ascended to heaven?"
Before anyone present could react, the one-eyed man from earlier jumped out again and recounted to Horn what had happened previously.
Even though these were things that Horn witnessed with his own eyes, he still pretended to listen carefully.
“Oh, so the Holy Father still came down to earth during my resurrection?”
“The Holy Father is merciful. This is not to forgive your sins, but to take the place of your sins. "
"I am stupid and don't know what 'the stars have returned, good luck will come to China'. "
"Did the Holy Father actually say that? How could I, a farmer? Where are the leaders? ”
Sometimes his eyes widened in surprise, and sometimes he marked the word "屮" with joy. Horn pretended to listen to the one-eyed man's story.
I have to say that this guy was dressed in rags, but he spoke in a very orderly manner.
After listening to the one-eyed man's narration, Horn patted him on the shoulder: "What's your name?"
"My name is Jeshka, the grandson of the Holy Sun."
Horn nodded slightly, but did not continue to say anything to him. Instead, he turned his body to the other people present.
Clearing his throat, Horn announced loudly: "Everyone, I want to tell you that, yes, I did go to the Paradise Mountain and met the Holy Lord Myrcella.
On the Paradise Mountain, the Holy Lord The Lord said to me, Horn, the Holy Father has decided that you will be His eyes in the world to preach the gospel for us.
How can I, an ordinary farmer, take on such a big responsibility?
But the Holy Lord said to me, as long as it can bring the gospel to the believers, I must do it even if it means death. How can I avoid it just because of fear of disaster."
"Alas——"
With a long sigh, Horn looked up at the sky and said melancholy:
"I am not talented like my mother, who can get out of the mud without being stained. On the contrary, I have been confused by the world and have forgotten myself. Who is it?
I’m really ashamed that it took the Holy Father to recall my soul from the world and wake me up, so that I could understand my mission.”
Looking away from the sky, Horn opened his arms lovingly: "That is to save your lives and bring you the gospel!"
This tone, like that of an old lady visiting the countryside for missionary work, quickly aroused cheers from everyone present.
"Celebrate! History has opened a new chapter!"
"When the holy grandson is here, justice will prevail. When the holy grandson is here, sins will be atonement!"
"Holy grandson, we love you!"
The villagers raised their hands in cheers.
Handing the gloomy-looking Coser to the one-eyed Jeshka, Horn turned his attention to Barnett, who was not far away.
The next one to deal with is him.
After Father Cosset's "rebellion", Barnett's face gradually turned livid.
Since Holy Father Horn descended to earth and possessed him, he has not said even a single word until now.
This is actually somewhat beyond Horn's expectation.
He originally thought that Barnett would jump over the wall when the Holy Father descended to earth, but until now, he still remained hesitant, watching helplessly as Horn won over these villagers.
Do you think these villagers can't do big things?
Behind Barnett, Jeanne was holding the pitchfork, standing stupidly, but Horn was too lazy to care about her for the time being.
"Hmm."
With a casual cough, the villagers suddenly became quiet, and the look in their eyes made Horn himself go crazy.
He had no doubt that even if they were to besiege Barnet now, as long as he said, "As soon as the heads of Barnet fall to the ground, the souls of the war dead ascend to heaven," they would be able to follow suit.
But Horn couldn't solve the problem so brutally.
Leave aside whether we can win or not.
Each villager is a precious blood pack and human shield, so use one less than the other.
Inciting the villagers to fight against the knights is Horn's last resort and fault tolerance. He does not want to do this unless it is a last resort.
It’s not like there are no other ways to deal with it. Moreover, as long as the price is right, the Cavaliers are not impossible to win over through trade.
"I heard that Barnett, a believer, cut off my head?" As soon as Horn said this, the atmosphere that had been warm just now suddenly became colder.
Following Horn's words, everyone present focused their attention on Barnett, who was not far away.
Barnett's hand quietly tightened the hilt of the sword.
“Believer Barnett, you don’t need to be nervous. You are an upright knight. As the saying goes, everything is the choice of the Father. If you cut off my head, I am afraid it was the Father’s intention. It’s to punish and wake me up.”
At some point, Barnett walked forward slowly and walked to a position five steps away from Kesselhorn.
Horn couldn't tell the difference between the look on Barnett's face, which looked like scrutiny and anger.
No matter what Barnett's expression was, Horn always had a confident smile. Do what you do and love what you do. As a professional professional, let alone an electric drill in the chrysanthemum, even if there is Gatling spraying aloe vera juice, you have to hold on tight.
Under Barnett’s aggressive gaze, Horn’s expression did not change at all.
He knew that Barnett would most likely reconcile, because he couldn't tell whether Horne's miracle was real or not.
He had heard that there really was an "angel" who descended to earth and reincarnated into a cardinal. Who dares to say that this is not the same type of "miracle"?
Barnett and Horne are now fighting from two ends.
Barnett is afraid that Horn is really a holy grandson, and Horn is afraid that Barnett is really so stubborn.
In Horn's view, if he took the initiative to step back and not pursue the past, and even gave him some sweeteners and steps, then Barnett would most likely be willing to bow his head.
After all, identifying miracles is a matter for the church. Even if Horn is really the devil, it would be Coser's misfortune. He was just innocently deceived.
If he really cuts him off, and if Horn is really the grandson of the Holy Son, he will be in big trouble.
After watching for five full seconds, Barnett let out a big breath.
He lowered his proud head, inserted the long sword into the scabbard, and performed a respectful breast-stroking salute.
Stable, completely stable.
Horn did not suppress the smile at the corner of his mouth, showing his white teeth.
"Since it was arranged by the Holy Father, you are naturally not guilty. Please get up, believer Barnett. I have something important to announce."
After convincing Barnett, Horn has one last step left to finish. , that is to announce that villagers can enter the forest to find food.
A well-known painter once said: There are only two things that can unite people, one is a common ideal and the other is a common crime.
Spiritual victory is difficult to defeat material threats, especially these superstitious villagers.
In order to ensure his own safety, Horn must maintain the existence of these human shields.
In order to maintain these human shields, they must form a community of interests.
The flood is so strong that Horn can't produce food, and he doesn't know when the flood will stop.
Even if the knight has food, how much can he have?
There are so many mouths open now, but they are useless.
The only way is to give orders and let the believers go to the forest to find food.
"Believers, my mother did pass on an oracle to Jeanne in her dream. The forest is indeed a treasure trove given to the poor by the Holy Father!"
Took two steps forward and got closer to the villagers. Direction, Horn announced loudly.
The villagers immediately knew what Horn was going to say, and they hugged each other and cheered before Horn had finished speaking.
They are just blind but not stupid. Who is willing to die if they have a chance to live?
As for the church, I will bear the brunt of the infamy of Cosey and Barnett.
Thinking of this, Horn laughed.
This time he smiled sincerely, not only because he finally had a chance to live, but also because the crisis of resurrection was finally over.
With this level of status as a holy grandson, it would be a good choice to follow the path of a priest after the flood recedes.
The current location of the cardinal is Horn's target.
He will definitely not allow the "Holy Father" to descend to earth again. If he is exposed, it will be over. The identity of the "Holy Grandson" and the "Eye of the Holy Father" will be enough for him for a lifetime.
The tense nerves finally relaxed, and Horn didn't notice at all that after hearing the speech, Barnett's body began to tremble slightly.
"Since the forest land is the property of the church, it is also the property of the Lord. I hereby decree that you are all allowed to go to the forest now..."
"锵——"
As he spoke, Horn heard an almost inaudible buzzing sound from the sword.
Not good!
A shocking roar came from Barnett's mouth, and even the muscles in his cheeks trembled.
"This is the devil!"
Barnett roared and rushed towards Horn.
Under the blessing of the breathing method, Barnett's skin turned red, and he took four steps in the blink of an eye and rushed to Horn.
The terrifying mad face was so close, as if Horn was his father-killing enemy.
The sword blade cut through the air, making a shrieking sound as it swung straight towards Horn's head.
Again?
Horn's smile froze on his face.
How much hatred and grievances there are. Didn’t I just beat around the bush to clear your name? You’ve already admitted your cowardice, so why are you still turning the table over?
Crazy!
Or did he discover that he was fake?
Impossible. Where was it found? Is there any other reason?
With such a close distance, he had no time to react, let alone dodge. Could it be that he had just come to this world and was about to leave again?
The slanting raindrops, the flowing flood, everyone's mouths growing wide, Jeanne's terrified and desperate cry, everything seemed to have stopped at this moment.
“Boom——”
"No——"
(End of this chapter)