Chapter 5 Holy Grandson
“I am the Holy Father!”
A gust of wind swept the majestic water vapor and hit the hill sideways.
Even with the sticky rain, everyone’s clothes were still being blown.
After almost a brief second of calm, just when Horn was about to lose control and thought he was about to send it, the cry-like howl finally sounded.
"Holy Father, the Holy Father has appeared!"
I don't know who shouted this sentence, and like a chain reaction, crying and shouting started one after another.
They seemed to want to cry out all the grievances and fears in their hearts, forgetting even the hunger in their bellies.
"Holy Father, please ease the pain in my belly!"
"Holy Father, have mercy on my sins. I shouldn't be with my sister..."
"It turns out that what Jeanne said is true, Myrcella really performed a miracle!"
"Holy Father, please forgive me for my sin of disbelief!"
Green grass and yellow mud On the hillside, villagers fell to their knees one after another.
They painted the word "屮" on their foreheads, fell to the ground in the heavy rain, kissed the muddy land, confessed their sins to the "Holy Father" and asked for His forgiveness and redemption.
No one noticed that the corners of Horn's mouth trembled secretly.
Okay, okay, these villagers believe it, they really believe it, hehe, they all believe it, this method really works.
Forcibly controlling the corners of his mouth, Horn prevented himself from laughing.
He knew clearly that now was not the time to pop the champagne.
Picking himself up, Horn raised his eyes and glanced at the crowd present with his solemn and majestic eyes.
Among the more than 200 villagers on the hill, 70% of them had already knelt on the ground.
All the refugees have basically knelt down, leaving only a small number of public farmers and armed farmers who are still hesitant.
This quantity is almost enough, and we can proceed with the second step of the plan.
At a glance, everyone was shouting prayers and atonement, and some fanatics even bled directly to show their piety.
Horn's eyebrows frowned slightly. The people present were too noisy.
If he spoke now, his voice would probably be drowned out by the noise.
He had a headache, so he couldn't yell, "Everyone should look at me."
While Horn was thinking about countermeasures, he heard a loud shout from the crowd.
Among the many villagers, a one-eyed man came out.
He looks about thirty years old, with brown hair and a face shaped like a sideways egg. His hair is tied into braids from dandruff and grease, hanging down behind his ears.
Horn vaguely remembered that he was the leader of the nearby refugees, similar to the position of the leader of the Beggar Gang.
"Quiet, everyone be quiet." The one-eyed man roared at the top of his lungs, "The Holy Father is about to deliver the gospel, please be quiet."
Under the roar of the one-eyed man, the mixed voices gradually disappeared, and everyone continued He calmed down for once and turned his attention back to Horn.
Looking at the man's one eye, Horn smiled with satisfaction.
Well, you have a certain eye.
After clearing his throat, Horn still did not look at the people present, but looked up in the air arrogantly.
"Blessed are all those who can see me and kneel on the ground!" The squeezed voice said, Horn pretending to be an old and hoarse voice, "Because you have to accept my words and convey my words, your past The sin disappeared."
A few villagers who had just woken up even fainted again with excitement, and those who were kneeling on the ground were crying at the top of their lungs.
The expressions of those who were not kneeling changed drastically. They had no time to doubt and hurriedly knelt down.
If it’s fake, it won’t hurt anything, everyone has been deceived.
If it’s true, just because I didn’t kneel down for a while, I couldn’t go to the Paradise Mountain, wouldn’t it be a big loss?
Even the knight half-knelt down with a straight face after hesitating for a while.
Regardless of whether it is true or false, the attitude must be sufficient.
If he doesn't kneel down, no matter whether the miracle is real or not, and let others go to the archbishop to make a small report of "disrespect to God" and "disloyal intention", it will be over.
After saying this, everyone present knelt down.
You know, in addition to "pilgrimage", the locals of Qianhe Valley are most enthusiastic about buying indulgence coupons and especially like to reflect.
This is because the ancestors of the Qianhe Valley people were blood slaves of the vampire nobles of the Flesh Royal Court.
So, in addition to the official title of "Rifllanders", the people of Qianhe River Valley also have another title of "Unclean Ones".
They are accused of being inherently guilty.
A courtier of the Grand Duke once wrote a widely circulated little joke, which was that whenever the church court could not find the prisoner, a Qianhe Valley man would be arrested to take the blame.
Although the intention is to ridicule the inefficiency and corruption of the church courts, it can also be seen from it the terrible regional blackmail and discrimination suffered by the people of Qianhe Valley.
But now, the merciful Holy Father has forgiven their sins. What a gift!
Standing in front of everyone, Horn's eyes were glazed over, and he stretched out his arms as if holding the moon in his arms, and then suddenly retracted them, crossing his forearms into a cross on his chest: "Uh-oh-oh, wait... Believers, listen!”
Thunder sounded in the clouds, and the strong wind blew the hair around Horn’s ears.
In the eyes of the villagers, this means that the world is cheering for his words.
“The old gods are dead, a new king will be established, the stars will return to their positions, and good luck will come to Middle-earth——”
"I, hereby declare to you all, that nowadays demons are in power and demons are rampant. Those who believe in Messila can only avoid great disasters by uniting together and driving away the demons——"
"Oh oh oh oh Oh——"
The rain poured into Horn's collar and mouth. The fine rain did not make him speechless, but it affected his voice, making it a bit shrill and hoarse.
The harsh sound in such an atmosphere seems mysterious and breathtaking. Jumping slightly on the spot, Horn spread his wings again and opened his arms.
"Listen, we are in a crisis now. I sent Horn, the adopted son of my daughter Myrcella, down to earth to lead you through the crisis!" At this point, Horn's majestic eyes glanced around, and no one dared to look directly at him. .
“Don’t doubt it, with him, all difficulties will pass. After I leave, he will be my only eye in the world!”
“Only make up your mind to live together. Only in difficult times can one enter the Bliss Mountain - 咹aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa covering.
Horn paused, but no one at the scene spoke. They were all listening to the "Hadith" respectfully.
"That's all I have to say——"
With a powerful wave of his right arm, Horn took a deep breath and put on a kind expression: "Go to heaven——"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" minute.
After shaking for the last two times as if he had finished urinating, Horn stopped all movements.
After waiting for two seconds, adjusting his mentality and switching roles, he opened his eyes again.
As if waking up from a dream, Horn opened his eyes blankly: "This is the human world, and I have returned to the human world again!"
He first turned around and looked around, seemingly to confirm whether it was true. Returning to the human world is actually determining the escape route.
After confirming, Horn raised his head and asked everyone present: "My soul just went to meet my mother Myrcella. What happened here?"
No one dared to answer. , everyone present focused their attention on Father Cosset.
Seeing everyone looking at him, Father Cosset sweated even more on his back. He was faced with a huge question -
Is it true or false that the Holy Father descended to earth?
You know, the knight master and the villagers can be deceived, after all, they are "protected" believers.
But if a priest is also deceived by the devil and establishes the devil's miraculous identity...
Tell me, are you an accomplice of the devil?
If he were a real monk who had received a formal monastery education, he could detect Horn's identity in 10,000 ways.
The most basic thing is to put a blessing of "Blessing of Light" on Horn and see if he smiles comfortably or screams and struggles.
Kocese’s priesthood was bought, replacing the priesthood and monk’s documents of other monks.
He can't tell the difference, he really can't tell the difference.
With a confused head, Kesai just stood there frozen.
It wasn't until the young monk next to him secretly poked his waist that he woke up as if from a dream.
"Teacher, it's time to speak."
Looking at Barnett from the corner of his eyes, the knight was staring at him with a cold look in his eyes.
Kosei swallowed and finally made a decision.
The county magistrate is not as good as the current one. It is better to be "disrespectful to God" than to be a "devil believer".
Lifting his feet, Kesei took a firm step in the direction of Horn, but the moment he stepped down, he felt something was wrong.
Although I don’t know what I stepped on, it was definitely not normal ground.
His left foot, which was supposed to be on the spot, actually slid backwards with a squeak. At this moment, his other foot was still in the air.
Like a fallen penguin, Kosai waved his hands, trying to grab something, but he still couldn't stop the ground from rapidly approaching his knees.
“Crack!”
His knee hit the ground so hard that Father Cosset almost fainted from the pain.
Without a moment of pain for his knees, Cossey immediately tried to stop his forward movement.
Otherwise he would really kneel to Horn!
However, under the influence of the huge inertia and the slippery grass, when he knelt down, his forward momentum did not diminish at all.
Knees riding the wind and waves in the muddy water, carrying Father Cosset, rushed straight towards Horn.
He held his hands on the ground in front of him, his face twisted.
Stop it!
Perhaps the prayer in Coser's heart had an effect. When he was less than half a step away from Horn, he stopped the car in a dangerous way.
Fortunately, there is still room for explanation.
Putting his support on the ground, Kesai was about to get up.
Perhaps due to the sudden rise and fall of blood pressure in his body, his vision suddenly went dark, and he could no longer control his posture when he stood up.
The next second, Cosey, who still had a relieved smile on his face, inexplicably found that Horn's boots were getting closer and closer to him.
So, in the sight of everyone, they saw Father Cosset, who had been pondering for a long time, take a step first, and then he suddenly fell to his knees in the posture of a hungry tiger pouncing on food.
That heavy and crisp sound was painful to watch.
But the devout Father Cosset seemed indifferent.
He braved the pain and slid forward to kneel down, accurately sliding in front of Horn, and kissed his feet with a smile on his face.
Ah! What a firm belief!
After a short silence, the villagers present prostrated themselves again, but this time they shouted:
"Holy Sun Tzu!"
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