Chapter 41 The Expansion of the Apostolic Guard
The rays of sunlight flowed in from the gaps in the grass and wood roof, illuminating the dust flying in the thatched house.
In the dark room, the faint light was blurry, and the smell of manure mixed with the rotten smell of soil hovered back and forth in the air.
Lying on a simple little bed made of benches and straw, a man closed his eyes tightly, clenched his teeth, and his chapped lips were trembling.
A few drops of golden liquid flowed down from the wooden tube and fell into the man's lips.
Armand picked up a leaf, slid a handful of water along the veins into the man's mouth, and let the golden liquid flow into his body.
"Master Chanter, are you okay?"
Although he was two rounds older than the young monk in front of him, this old man did not dare to appear in front of Armand at all. Instead of showing off, he asked cautiously.
“Okay, but I want to remind you that holy oil is only useful to devout believers. If he is sincere, even if he has half a foot in purgatory, holy oil can bring him back. Being dishonest is just a waste of this precious holy oil.”
Sweat broke out from the old uncle’s forehead: “We are pious, we are extremely pious.”
"As I said before, if you recite a song of thanksgiving every day and express gratitude to Your Majesty for your kindness, you will be safe."
"Hey, eh, ok, ok." The old uncle thanked you a thousand times. He bent towards Armand and said, "Master, I have one more thing, that is, my wife's cousin, the second cousin, has dysentery..."
"As the old saying goes, either wait, Or just bring in ten households, with the heads of the ten households given priority, and they will be designated for use once." Armand said without mercy.
"Yes, yes, yes." Without daring to refute at all, the old uncle picked up his son and walked out of the thatched shed.
"Next." After crossing off the list in his hand, Armand looked up and saw Jeanne lifting the curtain and walking into the thatched house.
"Sister Jeanne." Armand stood up and hurried forward to greet her.
Jeanne stretched out her hand and patted Armand's Pauline-style Mediterranean bald head: "When did you come up with the priesthood of a chanter? Why haven't I heard of it?"< br>
"Your Majesty once said that if the name is not justified, the words are not justified. I have no identity and it is always inconvenient to do things." Armand said with a smile.
Jeanna smiled, took out four pieces of allicin in wooden tubes and stuffed with corks from her bag, and placed them on the small square table in front of Armand.
"Great, I'm worried about running out of stock." Armand quickly unlocked the box and put the four tubes of allicin into it.
Regardless of Armand, Jeanne found a place to sit down anywhere.
After what happened before, Jeanne was basically completely disappointed with the villagers, knights, and priests.
The only people she feels close to and trust are probably these boys and children.
Haierjun are all orphans, similar to Jeanne. Children are not so fancy, at least they are better than adults.
"I am here this time because Brother Horn is here to ask about the situation here, how are you doing, and is there anyone making trouble for you?"
Armand pulled up a stool and sat down: "We are all the Pope's pontifical bodyguards. Who dares to embarrass us? There were people who always looked at us strangely before, but now these people are gone."
After the villagers of Moulin Rouge moved to the Gulag Papal State, Horn gave them the title of "Papal Guard".
Now the villagers of Moulin Rouge Village, from babies who dare to suck milk to sixty-year-old men, are all Apostolic Guards.
The Pontifical Guard is naturally different from other places, and Horn has customized uniforms for them.
Adult men wear black tweed hooded cloaks, adult women wear black turbans, and children wear black headbands.
On the grassland outside the capital of the Papal State of Gulag, you can see a strange scene every morning when the cock crows.
In the twilight of dawn, groups of pontifical guards with black heads, some on crutches, and some holding the hands of their parents, formed a square formation and walked to Father Cosset and Armand, the chanter, approached. In the aroma of food, they not only did not rush forward to fight, but sang hymns, such as Songs of Thanks for Rice, Songs of Thanks, Dreams of Heaven, etc., while stepping neatly.
From time to time, ten families would come forward with an army of children to patrol, beating those who moved irregularly with canes.
At first, the surrounding villagers would watch and laugh, and even complained loudly that they disturbed their dreams, but recently, these voices have become quieter.
Because they found that the songs of these guards were so loud, their movements were so neat, and the people were so united.
Whenever a person is bullied, men from the same ten households will take action together.
When they lined up in a neat queue, sang hymns, walked as if they were one person, and rushed over waving pitchforks and wooden sticks, the rogue villagers thought they had encountered a group of people charging. Master Sergeant.
After all, Horn's stepping prayer still has an effect. When walking, the guards will subconsciously step at the same time.
Baptized by the beating with the cane and the daily practice of stepping and praying, these actions have almost become a conditioned reflex.
With the preliminary formation, organization and morale, it is not too easy to beat up the untrained villagers and aggressive scoundrels.
Perhaps it is still far away from Horn's point of view, but it is different for those villagers.
Besides being easy to mess with, there is another thing that makes the village scoundrels restrain themselves.
That is, the Apostolic Guard has mastered the precious holy oil and is not stingy in using it.
For example, Tang Li and others also obtained a lot of holy oil, but they were never willing to use these precious things on ordinary people.
Although the Apostolic Guards have to queue up, they can at least be used.
There is also a very useful trick. As long as ten households can be recruited to register and form a ten-household, the heads of the ten households can prioritize the use of the holy oil.
Registering on the roster is not free. In the evening, you have to sing hymns with the guards, and when you meet, you have to perform a three-finger breast ceremony. People from the same ten households have to live together.
Moreover, even if I have something to ask you for, you are not allowed to shirk it.
If you dare to dodge, the guards really dare to kill people.
"How many ten families have been added to our guard now?"
"Five." Armand stretched out five fingers on his left hand and four fingers on his right hand. "There are nine ten families in total. 498 people, the roster is here, and there may be another ten households tomorrow, so that will make up ten."
Jeanna calculated silently, originally there were at most six hundred outside the Gulag monastery. The number of refugees who came out, including those from Moulin Rouge Village, totaled almost 800.
However, since the weather has cleared up, more than a dozen to dozens of refugees have been added every day. Now the Gulag Papal State has nearly a thousand subjects.
But these ten households are basically the limit. Most of the rest of the people are dependent on Tang Li and others.
Moreover, these new guards are just in a state of restraint and do not listen to the announcement. They may not be as loyal as the pontifical old guard.
The people of the Old Guard had witnessed Horn's resurrection and the descent of the Holy Father.
We need to continue to deepen our control.
Although she listened to Horn's narration and analyzed these situations, Jeanna still felt a headache every time she thought about it: "You asked someone to ask before, and Brother Horn gave an answer."
" What did your Majesty say?”
"Brother Horn said that Jeshka had made great achievements in killing the devil before, so he should be the head of the hundred households."
(End of this chapter)