Chapter 87 The Darkest Day of the Senate


Chapter 87 The Darkest Day of the Senate

After a day of trekking up and down the mountain, the huge convoy of the Papal State finally arrived at the campsite on the map.

With hillsides blocking the cold wind and streams providing water, after setting up a fake camp ten miles away, the citizens began to set up the real camp.

After counting the time, Horn returned to the Papal Palace tent.

According to the rules and regulations established by Horn, when setting up camp every evening, after arranging the camp, all the senators must come to the Senate to discuss matters and decide on the arrangements for the next day.

The Senate is in the Stag Room of the Papal Palace.

This round table brought from the Gulag monastery can be either a royal meeting or a senate.

At this moment, there are twenty-four senators sitting beside the Senate. They are twenty ten households, two hundred households, and two army commanders.

Their seats were clearly divided into three groups, each of them slapping the table and roaring angrily.

“Why? Who can judge whether Shihu is doing well or not?”

"The selection of ten households was based on voting. Why can't we, the elders, vote out the ten households?"

"Okay, I finally understand." A elder who was sitting quietly suddenly said He stood up and punched the table, "Those who don't follow your donkey or elephant faction will be besieged by you, right?"

"That Fink from our ten households, I said Why do you keep doing work for others lately? He is the successor you have arranged, right?” , you will be satisfied if you lose the walking competition."

Sitting at the top, Horn rested his head on his fists, with a numb despair on his face.

In fact, when Horn heard the information about the elders from the Cheka director Rene, he actually couldn't understand it.

How many people are there? How many people are there in their false papal kingdom?

There are only twenty-four ten households in total, and they are actually divided into three factions.

The Donkey Faction is represented by Busak, the Elephant Faction is represented by Jeshka, and the neutral faction is leaderless.

People from the Donkey School are called Donkey School because Busak has a long face, like a donkey.

Busac's supporters are basically from the old Moulin Rouge Village and the first ten families who joined.

They always thought that they and the Holy Grandson were from the same village, absolutely from their own family, and looked down upon Jeshka who came from outside.

The Elephant School is Busak's mockery of Jeshka's round face, which looks like a pig, while Jeshka said that war elephants also have round faces, so they are called the Elephant School.

Jeshka’s supporters are mainly refugees and ten families who joined later, most of whom were from the black hat army.

After the daily scheduling meeting, they will start their usual political fight.

The current scene is that the Donkey Faction and the Elephant Faction are forcing the three elders of the Neutrality Faction and Ten Households to take sides.

Seeing that there was another fight in front of the saint, Horn picked up the crooked scepter and hit the table hard.

"Silence! Silence!"

Standing up slowly, Horn looked around and saw that everyone was quiet, then he said slowly:

"Now , we walked among the mountains and suffered so much in order to win two out of three games and win the old pope.

But you must know that the overall situation is not yet achieved. If we don't win this time, then the old pope insists on delaying the passing of the throne until he dies of old age. What should you do?

Some things have to be sorted out in terms of priority and overall situation. Sometimes, you have to suffer when you are wronged. You are the elders. You tolerate evil and tolerate each other for the sake of the country. This is what you deserve.

I established the Senate just to allow the voice of the people to reach my ears directly. We are all equal in the Senate. How can we target each other? "

With a long sigh, Horn shouted to Armand on the side: "Let's announce the vote. Regarding the senator's banishment bill, I will vote against it. "

"Ahem. "Clearing his throat, Armand read out the votes in his hand, "The bill for the exile of senators, 14 votes in favor, 10,008 votes against, 2 abstentions, failed. ”

"This is simply the darkest day for the Senate!"

"If things continue like this, the country will not be a country!"

"How can we manage the Papal State well with these insect senators?"

The senators walked out of the Senate muttering, leaving Horn slumped in his chair.

He walked out of the Papal Palace, called Jeanne and Carrie, and walked towards the food tent. He and several bishops randomly selected a hundred households to join the group every day to prevent theft of holy food.

When we arrived at a food shed, according to Horn, we should have queued up.

But most of the time, when the villagers see Horn coming, they will ask the cook to make a bowl first, pass it to one by one, and hand it to the Pope.

Horn held the pottery bowl, nodded and smiled with the villagers, asked Sissy's location, and then went to find her.

"Sissi."

Sissi was sitting next to a fallen log, with a campfire in front of her, and he was hammering sorrel on gauze to make sorrel sauce.

"Your Majesty the Holy Grandson." Sissi wiped the sweat on her forehead with a handkerchief charmingly, straightened up, "What do you want from me?"

"Isn't that what I said today? Do you have a problem with spells? Do you think I still have a chance to use spells? "

"It can be seen from orichalcum that you can't feel mana, but you have mana and can interact with alchemy products... ..."

Sissi thought silently. After thinking for a long time, he still spread his hands: "I really didn't think of any passive spells. If you are at our secret party headquarters, you can try alchemy. .”

"Alchemy?"

"Yes, wizards of the first generation don't need to learn it, wizards of the second generation learn to shape energy, wizards of the third generation do divination, and the worst wizards do alchemy."

"How can I The worst wizard?"

Sissi thought, as if trying to explain it to Horn. After a moment, he slowed down and said while thinking:

"For witches and the first generation of dependents, spells are mana. As long as the mana is simply released, a spell will be formed, and the rest is only a matter of control.

Only after the second generation will there be the problem of learning spells. Correspondingly, they are freed from the shackles and can try to learn and cast other spells.

However, the more similar it is to their parent spell, the smoother it will be to cast and the faster it will be learned.

Therefore, wizards often form organizations and families based on factions, and conduct intermarriage within organizations or families to prevent bloodlines from being so mixed that nothing will work.

For example, alchemy is done by wizards with mixed blood. This does not mean that they are not important, but there are too many of them. You also know that rare things are valuable. "

"I seem to be the first generation wizard, right? "Knocking away Carrie's dirty little hands that were playing with her hair, Horn stood up and sat across from Sissi.

"But you can't feel the magic power, which is almost the same as the fifth and sixth generations." Sissi said helplessly, "No matter what kind of spell it is, the first factor is to feel the magic power, and you can't feel it at all."

After scratching his scalp twice, Horn could only sigh: "Then I'd better use my big bow honestly."

He originally wanted to take this opportunity to strengthen himself. Regarding personal strength, looking at the results this way, there is still no chance.

But compared to the original, Horn is now equivalent to a small mobile ballista, which is still much stronger.

At this time, Jeanne on the side suddenly came over: "Since the people infected by the witch are the first generation dependents, then what are the descendants of the witch? The zero generation?"

"Without the zero generation, it is basically impossible for the witch to have heirs."

Jean Na stretched the log under her butt and forced a smile: "What are you talking about?"

"The witch It is difficult to conceive. No matter how powerful the wizard is, if he and the witch conceive a child together, even the first generation of dependents will most likely be bedridden due to a more serious witch disease.

Even if you can get pregnant by chance after a few times, All babies were born dead, or simply miscarried during pregnancy.

The only exception was that a witch gave birth to a living baby about twenty or thirty years ago. , was regarded as a miracle at the time, and all the wizards, secret party and witch groups came to observe the crackdown

In the end, it turned out that the reason the baby didn't die was that she was also a witch.

We estimate that the reason why witches cannot have children may be because ordinary babies die due to witch disease and mana infection as early as when they are in the witch's belly. "

Without saying a word, Jeanne slowly backed away and sat back down.

"The world is sometimes so cruel to witches, or in other words, to all extraordinary creatures. , giving birth is a problem.

If the power of the witch can be passed down in less than a hundred years, then the church empire will probably be overwhelmed by the army of witches and their followers, just like the vampires did back then. ”

Sissi seemed to see something and said sincerely: "Witches can adopt second- and third-generation babies as their own children. Many witches will do this, which is almost the same as biological children.

Jean, I'm afraid I I have to tell you that everything has a price, and your powerful power is also your powerful curse."

ps I'll try my best and see if I can do another chapter tonight



 

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