Chapter 33: White robe added
“Where are you taking me?”
Although his whole body was sore and he even had a low fever, Horn still maintained a certain degree of sanity.
After all the torture during this period, his other skills have not improved much, except for keeping calm. He has made great progress.
"Master Shengsun, we are going to a meeting." A man with a pointed nose led the way and explained with a forced smile.
"Before I can introduce you, I am your attendant, Grampwin."
"A meeting, what kind of meeting?" Horn coughed and asked in a hoarse voice.
"You will know when you arrive."
In this way, Horn was sandwiched between two strong men and walked through the brick corridor and rose garden of the monastery without moving. and vineyards, stepped through the spiral staircase, and arrived at the gatehouse of the Gulag monastery.
On the gatehouse at this moment, a small shed was built with a wooden frame.
The shed is surrounded by white cloth and has no roof. The overcast skylight can illuminate the faces of everyone present.
In the middle of the shed, there is a round table, and on the round table is a brazier.
What are you doing setting off a brazier in this autumn?
There are about ten people here, but they are obviously divided into two groups.
One faction is headed by a red-bearded man. Most of them have fierce faces and wear wrinkled and dirty noble attire.
The other faction is dominated by a middle-aged man wearing a leather cloak. Horn has seen him before, and he seems to be named Madeleine.
There were only three or five people behind him, most of whom were only wearing linen robes, but they were washed very clean.
“Have a meeting here?” Horn asked doubtfully.
"Welcome, His Royal Highness the Chosen Holy Grandson, please allow me to introduce myself - I am your loyal servant, Townley Model."
I made a standard statement During the breast-stroking ceremony, Tang Li showed his big white teeth: "The palace is so simple that it is really my fault that you have to endure it."
"Ahem, I'm sick. I can't stand the cold. If something happens, let me know as soon as possible." Horn pretended to cough twice and put on a weak posture.
"As you command, my lord." Tangley stepped forward with a smile, helped Horne to sit down in front of the brazier, and stood beside Horne.
"Today, I invite you all to come and witness one thing, that is - the election of the Pope."
"Cough cough cough cough." Horn almost jumped up. Choose the Pope. Which Pope do you guys choose? How dare you?
An unreasonable panic climbed onto Horn's forehead, and a lot of sweat broke out on his forehead.
"You may want to ask, although our Pope Johnny VIII is old, isn't he good? Why should we choose the Pope?" Chilvis answered, and then he turned to Grampwin and asked, "Do you know?"
After swallowing his saliva, Grampwin had no choice but to loudly follow the original lines: "Because the Holy Father saw that the Pope was incompetent, he issued a flood warning. Otherwise, Holy Son Why did it come into the world? Or did it come into the world in a flood?
So, I propose that according to the ancient church election law and the law of choosing the shepherds by God’s elects, it is up to us. Come and choose the new pope."
"Who should this candidate be?" Townley asked in chorus.
“I propose that our chosen one, the Eye of God, the great and noble grandson, His Highness Horn, take charge.”
"What?" Madelan was still confused at first, but now she completely understood the intention of this group of people.
They actually want to elect a pope themselves?
“This doesn’t seem to be in line with the rules, right?” Madeleine stepped forward quickly and asked in a low voice.
Tang Li said generously: "Submit authority in urgent matters. Besides, your teacher, Juanno, didn't say that we should let the people of Qianhe River Valley govern Qianhe River Valley themselves, and let go of control of Qianhe River Valley. Due to human limitations, can a Qianhe Valley person be allowed to become a bishop?
Isn’t it a huge support for your teacher if we directly create a Qianhe Valley person?
Madeleine was not an eloquent person. Being snatched away by Tangli, she couldn't even speak and could only stand there dumbfounded.
"No, although I am the holy grandson, I am guilty, how can I be the pope?"
"Being the pope means you have to bear the sins for everyone. As the holy grandson, you "You are supposed to be invulnerable to all diseases. Isn't it because you got such a serious illness because you were trying to save us?"
"No, no, no, no..." Horn sat there and waved his hands repeatedly. , "I am born in mortal flesh, but I am sick."
What are you doing? pope? Crazy?
Does the chosen one have to be the pope? Isn’t their original intention for the chosen one to rise up in the church step by step and slowly become the pope?
Do you recognize the Pope you chose?
"Speaking of which, the Holy Sun Pope is a bit too long. How about we call him the Emperor instead?" "No!" Horn objected immediately.
“Since the Holy Sun Tzu said that we can no longer call him the Emperor, then let’s follow the wishes of the Holy Sun Tzu and call him the Pope!”
"I didn't mean that..."
Before Horn could finish, he heard Chilvis yelling behind him: "It's cold, why is the Chosen Grandson still wearing pajamas? , come on, add some clothes."
Horn felt his shoulders sink, and a white robe with crooked gold threads embroidered on the collar and cuffs was already draped on him.
Although the material and pattern were the monkey version of the monkey version, Horn recognized it at a glance as the style of the papal vestments.
He had seen it in icons and frescoes.
"You guys, don't hurt me!"
Horn was shocked and quickly twisted his body, trying to shake off the white robe.
But the two young men clamped him on the left and right again. The white robe seemed to be stuck to him and could not be shaken off no matter how hard it was shaken.
"The Pope's body is ill, probably because his head is cold. Please put a hat on the Pope quickly!"
The next second, Horn's eyes darkened, and a heavy hat The hat fell on his head, and at the same time, the two people holding him let go.
Horn didn't expect them to let go. The moment his feet touched the ground, he almost fell.
Fortunately, someone next to him handed him a crutch and asked Horn to support the ground so as not to fall.
Behind him, Chilvis threw the white straw into the brazier, and a stream of white smoke rose slowly.
Seeing this white smoke, the bell tower nearby rang immediately, attracting the attention of the villagers who had gathered in front of the gatehouse.
Tang Li pulled back the white cloth surrounding the shed with a tacit understanding, and finished the small combo.
"Look, it's white smoke. The new pope has been elected."
"Look, the one wearing the golden crown, the white robe, and the papal staff is our pope, isn't he? "
"Celebrate, villagers, the chosen pope of Qianhe River Valley has been born!" Tangli stood on the wall of the monastery and shouted loudly.
"Good news!" The refugees below immediately started cheering, led by a few helpers.
“Holy! Holy! Holy!”
Hearing the cheers and looking at the jubilant villagers, Horn almost fell off the gate tower.
At this time, even if he could remain calm, he could no longer remain calm.
What are you insects doing? What kind of secret party are you? You are doing a lot of harm to people, you secret party!
Now Horn finally understood that among the group of people, the three leaders were the only ones who were still sane, while most of the rest were mentally disturbed.
These are most likely just to get him to top the list!
The remaining villagers, deceived by the church's obscurantist policies and the secret party's superstition, are either madmen or fools.
Being the Pope? Still a pope?
What if Horn had a strong army and millions of people under his command, and with his knowledge and ability, what if he could really call himself the Pope?
The Pope is the one with strong soldiers and horses.
But now they only have five or six hundred people, two or three hundred young and strong, and they are short of weapons, logistics, and manpower.
If nothing else, the Archbishop of High Castle could send out hundreds of night guards to disperse this group of people.
In this case, calling him Pope again...
The Archbishop of High Castle was ecstatic, what a credit to the heavens!
Aren’t you really undercover agents sent by Bishop Gaobao?
(End of this chapter)