Chapter 53 Special Competition Event
“Attention, attention, everyone gathers at the entrance of the monastery, the Pope is going to make an announcement.”
“Everyone goes to the entrance of the monastery, all eyes are on the Pope. !”
Under the shouts of the ten households and the pontifical guards, the refugees were reluctantly driven and driven to the door of the monastery like a group of sheep.
They touched their growling bellies, gathered together in twos and threes, shook the dust off their bodies, and chatted lazily.
"What does the Pope want to do?"
A refugee pinched out a black spot from his companion and crushed the round, blood-sucking lice: "Actually, I have doubts. Our Gulag Pope, does the church know?"
"Yes, don't make any trouble and involve us."
"Hmph, don't talk nonsense. , There is no day left, only Horn is the next pope in my heart!"
"Yes, yes, you have never seen the miracle that night, and you have no idea how great it is! ”
"What does this have to do with me harvesting three thousand pounds of grain a year?"
Helping each other catch lice, the villagers finally waited for the appearance of the new pope amid noisy, scolding and complaining.
On the second day of the Seizing of the Gate, that is, September 20, 1444 in the Imperial Calendar, the Pope of the Gulag Papal State finally had the opportunity to deliver his oath speech.
"Believers, I want to announce good news to you today." On the high wall of the monastery, Horn was wearing a papal vest and holding up the scepter that was about to fall off the cross.
"The church has sent an edict." Standing next to Horn, Madeleine picked up a piece of paper full of words and held it up to show it. "When the Holy Father came for the first time, it had already been They were told through oracles and prophecies
The church has recognized the identity of His Majesty the Holy Grandson, the Eye of God, and the Chosen One. The pope of our Qianhe River Valley people is about to be elected.
But it is a pity that the Pope, as the patriarch of the world, feels it is unfair.
The old pope has been the pope for so many years, just like you have worked hard for so many years to become a ranger, but suddenly someone comes and asks you to give up your position.
This is too insulting and cruel.
So, he proposed a duel so that he could make a dignified exit.
However, considering the age of the old pope, we changed the way of dueling. "
Taking over Madeleine's words, Horn continued to speak loudly: "The way of the duel is a sacred knightly competition witnessed by Mother Myrcella! "
Horn smiled and spread his hands, as if sending an invitation to the villagers: "Those who will fight must be selected from the subjects of our Gulag Papal State! "
As soon as Horn finished speaking, the refugees in front of the entire monastery were silent for a moment, and then the sound waves dispersed like an explosion.
The so-called Knights Athletic Conference is the aristocracy of the empire. A large-scale event held by knights to practice martial arts and simulate actual combat
It is both entertainment and sacrificial in nature, and it is also used to show off one's strength.
Some poor knights often go through knight competitions to gain fame, qualifications and money.
At the same time, with the development of the times, the Knight Athletic Conference also has some functions of promoting talents.
A knight who shines in the arena is likely to win the favor of a noble lord, and thus get the opportunity to accompany him to fight, receive fiefs and ransoms, and cross the threshold of high-ranking nobles.
Some armed peasants who accompanied them to battle were occasionally promoted and became sergeants.
In an empire where the class ceiling for farmers is lower than the knees, this is a rare activity that transcends classes.
But this thing is too far-fetched. Relying on knight competition to elect the pope?
But considering the deeds of this holy grandson Pope, it doesn’t seem so strange.
"Competition is all about knights, why should we get involved?"
"How can we, the church sergeants and temple knights, beat those church sergeants and temple knights..."< br>
"Everyone, fellow believers, don't panic!" Horn opened his arms and pressed gently, "In this competition, since we have no knights, for the sake of fairness, the church did not send any knights."
"But wouldn't we still have to go to war with the church?" An armed farmer looked sad.
“No, no, no, this is just a friendly competition, a martial arts exchange within the church, just to make the old pope behave more decently.”
“What is a friendly competition? "A question came from somewhere.
“That’s a good question.” Horn supported the edge of the courtyard wall and stuck his head out from the six-meter-high wall. “Did you wrestle and fight when you were young?”
"Of course I will."
"Friendly matches mean wrestling and fighting between adults." Horn smiled softly, "It's just that the sticks were replaced by spears, and the branches were replaced by real swords That’s all.”
For a while, the villagers’ whispering turned into waves, rising and falling in the sea of people. "It means we have to fight with the sergeant from the church?"
"What is fighting? This is competition. Do you think the knights in the Knights Competition are fighting?"
"Will that kill people?"
"Nonsense, there won't be people killed in the competitive competition in any year. Even if there is no competitive competition, those children will occasionally die when they are playing around."
"Then I'd better not go, I'm afraid of death..."
"Don't worry, I went to ask my mother yesterday, hoping that those who died in this competition will be allowed to enter the Paradise Mountain," Horn said loudly. the villagers shouted.
The villagers who were hesitant at first immediately raised their ears. Whether they can enter the Paradise Mountain after death is something they care about very much.
"My mother said, only three people are allowed. I said, OK, young people, middle-aged people and old people."
"My mother said, only two people are allowed. I said, OK, a man and a woman." "
" Mom said, only one person is allowed. I said, OK. Mom asked me, who? I said everyone. "
Horn picked up a board and it was. The traces left by the melted candles: "After waking up from the dream this morning, the traces left by the burning candles last night mean that I agree!
So those who died in this sacred competition can be directly promoted to the There is no need to go through the Hell in Paradise Mountain.”
More people's eyes lit up. His Majesty the Pope was so wise that he actually won the opportunity for them to enter the Paradise Mountain.
Cry to death.
"Of course, I mean those who die in battle, and those who deliberately die, will still have to go to hell." Horn immediately patched up his words.
“But I still have two children at home. If I die and enter the Paradise Mountain, what will happen to the children?”
“Cowards, don’t play if you don’t dare. You are the only one, if you don’t do it, there will be others who will do it!”
"I'm afraid of pain, and we have nothing. If we fight with bare hands, wouldn't we definitely lose?"
"It would be a waste if the little wife I just married dies."
Under the rhythm of these pre-arranged secret agents, the villagers' thoughts began to run in the pre-set direction as expected.
The decision to keep Chilvis was indeed the right one.
Although Grampwin is on the periphery of the Secret Party, unlike old Secret Party members like Chilvis, he is just a newcomer.
He couldn't control those rhythmic secret party members. Only Chilvis could suppress them.
"Don't be afraid, my followers, I will provide you with weapons and train you so that you have enough strength to defeat them."
Horn stretched out his five fingers: " I reiterate again, this is not a war with the church, it is a special competition.
As long as this competition is won, you will all have the merit of supporting the Pope.
Xiangxiang. White bread, a big warm house, don’t you want it?”
The villagers were speechless for a moment, but after thinking about it carefully, they found that this was indeed the truth.
It’s not a war anyway, it’s just a special competitive event. The people fighting are not people from the church, but external forces.
Those good-minded young villagers are even gearing up.
"I hope you can work hard to defeat the enemy and survive, because I will provide generous bonuses to those who survive."
Seeing that the time is right, Horn said loudly, " Each team will receive a merit ranking, and the team ranked first will receive an atonement worth 40 gold pounds and be made a baron!
The rest of the people will be granted 20 acres of land, even if they are ranked last. ”
Many people breathed heavily, a title, that’s a title.
If this competition is won and His Majesty Horn becomes the Pope, is it possible that he will break his promise? ?
Especially Recto, who was shaking with excitement. He really needed the atonement for the blood crime.
Since his crime was exposed, he was originally respectful and friendly. The eyes were gone, leaving only contempt and hushed discussions behind them.
He needed indulgences to clear his name.
"I won't force you to participate. If you don't want to participate, you don't have to participate." A mysterious smile appeared on Horn's lips. "If you want to participate, go to Armand to sign up. The number of people I need is limited. First, First come first served”
(End of this chapter)