Chapter 101 Aminoas
For some reason, ever since I was told that the Papal State is the official sequel to the El Empire, not a fic like the Holy El Empire where the original work collapsed.
The face of the lycanthrope envoy changed.
After that, Busac took him to visit the splendid Papal Palace, the orderly Senate, the four legions in neat formation, and the boundless citizens.
When he returned to the tent again, the first words he said when he saw Horn were: "With all my loyalty and respect to you, my great and supreme emperor, welcome you to your loyal kingdom of Greece."< br>
Horn's eyes moved to Busak, who looked upright.
He thought that after being tortured by the Papal State, he had already become immune to this kind of thing, but he still underestimated the world.
Horn never expected that they would actually believe Busak's bragging.
How do people in this world have brains?
Of course, to be more serious, compared with the kingdoms of savages and lycanthropes, which often have forty or fifty people, Horn's country of twelve hundred people is indeed a big empire.
Looking at the Papal State again, there are elections, senators, legions, emperors, marshals, written laws, and the unity of politics and religion.
Except there is no sea, it perfectly fits the characteristics and definition of the El Empire.
The Holy El Empire is much more orthodox than Laoshizi, and it fully understands the spirit of the original work.
"Your Majesty the Emperor, please forgive us for our rudeness." The special envoy half-knelt on the ground and said respectfully.
"Please, please get up." Horn barely tensed up his face, and his mouth was almost pulled into a V shape by the tense muscles.
"We didn't know this was your team before, so I'm sorry for offending you." The special envoy had already lost his rebellious attitude. "There is no need to mention the prisoner exchange. We will send them back tomorrow."
No matter what the process is, the result is at least good.
Horn put on a smile: "That's great."
"But we have other requests, that is, our king may want to ask you to help us She was crowned ”
“Crown? ”
The special envoy nodded: "The El Empire has not appeared for a thousand years, but it has allowed those fake El Empire people from outside to run rampant. As a result, although we are loyal to the El Empire, we have never been canonized, legal issues cannot be resolved, and rebellions continue. ."
"Why do you think those outside are the fake Ayr Empire?"
"Humph, there were missionaries who came to preach to us, and they actually claimed that the Holy Father and the Holy Mother were. The Holy Trinity is simply ridiculous!” the envoy yelled, “The Father, the Holy Mother, and the Holy Lord are three gods, how can they be confused?”
Horn seemed to understand a little bit.
I am afraid that this group of lycanthropes seems to believe in the primitive Messira religion from thousands of years ago, or it may be called the Messira Personality heresy.
"They also call the Holy Mother a holy tree, which is even more ridiculous! Don't think about it, the Holy Father is not the Holy Mother, how can the Holy Mother be pregnant? Where can the Holy Lord come from if she is not pregnant?"
"But the Holy Mother of Ask is indeed a tree Ah, she is just called the Tree Mother of All Things by the elves..." Armand couldn't help but ask.
“Can’t the Holy Father make a sun tree? Is the Holy Diagram such an inconvenient thing?”
Horn found that as long as he listened to him, he had to confirm with the people next to him and confirm himself. Whether what you heard is true or not.
What kind of talk is this about tigers and wolves?
Does he know what he's talking about?
“You are not only the lord of the empire, but also the son of Myrcella, and you are more orthodox than the Holy El Empire of Naraush.”
Horn’s face showed something strange. With a tense expression: "Haha, yes, really? That means that as long as I crown your king, we can send our people back?"
"Sending back is our obligation, and the coronation is just a request. ." The envoy replied sincerely.
"Understood." Horn nodded. When hanging out, face is given to each other. Isn't it just a matter of being crowned? This is not the first time.
No one understands coronation better than Horn.
"You go back and make an appointment, preferably tomorrow morning. We won't wait for you too long."
"As you command, His Majesty the Emperor."
Farewell Horn, the kingdom's special envoy, returned to the tent tiredly. After telling Madeleine to prepare the props for the coronation ceremony, he fell into a deep sleep.
In the moonlight, there were bursts of howling sounds coming from the mountains in the distance, which disturbed many villagers from having a good sleep.
Before dawn, the envoy arrived again and agreed on the time and place for Horn's coronation.
The time is when the sun rises, and the location is this small hill.
However, conditions have changed, and the news that the Kingdom of Xidian has come into contact with the New El Empire quickly spread throughout the nine kingdoms.
Kings all hope to be canonized by the emperor. In this way, Horn would have to canonize nine kings.
However, he is already used to driving one sheep and herding two sheep.
After arranging the villagers, Horn stood on the road of blood and sweat on the hill, quietly staring at the mountains in the distance.
Under the golden-red sunlight, water voles ran back and forth on the trail, while several long-legged waterfowl slowly picked up small green snakes from the puddles.
The air with a faint smell of mud and waterweed poured into Horn's nose, and he took a long breath.
He saw at the foot of the mountains, among the trees and grass in the puddles, streaks of smoke gradually rising.
"Aminoas, Aminoas, Idegraminoas."
The vast and rich folk song sounded over the swamp, accompanied by the sound of flutes and The sound of a lute that is out of tune.
At the end of the vertical and horizontal paths connecting the avenues, a few shaky figures began to appear.
Walking on the path, two strong lycanthropic men, one in front and one behind, were carrying a sliding pole, and a woman with a broad waist and a big waist was sitting on the sliding pole.
This woman wears an apron around her waist, and her hands still have scars from cutting vegetables. She has the best knife in the country on her waist, which is also the best kitchen knife in the country.
Mushadius from before led the way, pressing his fingertips to the flute's blowholes and blowing out an out-of-tune sound.
After that, a lycanthropic female guard with a square face was following behind the slider.
As for the singing, it was Her Royal Highness the Queen who accompanied her appearance.
After all, Her Royal Highness the Queen also holds a series of part-time jobs such as palace musician, palace chef, and palace groom.
One after another, such teams began to walk out from the end of the road. Some of them had sliding poles, and some could only walk by themselves.
Among the many kings, the most conspicuous one is the icon they carved from wood and filled with thatch.
Sometimes the king himself holds the icon high, and sometimes it is the king's husband who doubles as a "guard" holding the icon and following the king's car on both sides.
"What is that?" Looking at the green icon, Horn was a little confused.
“After asking, those are their patron saints, Brother Angel Terror and Brother Angel Meng.” Busak whispered.
“Why haven’t I heard of these two angels?”
"Maybe it was their god before they converted to Messiah. This kind of thing is very common among barbarians." Bonad, as the etiquette guide for this coronation, answered quietly from the side.
After the "angel" with the classic orc face, green face and fangs, and two pairs of wings appeared, Horn couldn't help covering his mouth and coughing.
Behind the mountains on the horizon, half of the sun's disk has been revealed.
After the kings arrived, the carriages lined up in a row opposite Horn, and the kings got off the car and came to a distance of two fathoms from Horn.
Because it is easy for lycanthropes to give birth to women, they have always been a matriarchal society. Men are the reproductive machines shared by the entire community. Only the queen can monopolize a man.
Under the rule of the kingdom, various warlords have continued to rebel, and this may be the reason.
"The King of the Nine Kingdoms has arrived!" Mushadius, the special envoy and husband of the king, shouted with a loud voice.
After Mushadius finished shouting, the nine queens bowed to Horn in turn.
After the politeness was over, an old lady queen came forward and asked: "Can you verify whether you are really the son of Myrcella?"
If Horn is not mistaken, she should be Queen Amazon of Greece.
Horn immediately pulled off his clothes and showed his neck to them, which immediately attracted exclamations and admiration.
"Sure enough, it looks like Myrcella's seed."
"Yes, if it is Lilith, there should be a big hole in her chest."
"Still Even after a generation, Myrcella failed to become the emperor, so this little grandson was directly appointed to be the emperor."
Lilith? Who is that?
In fact, Horn wanted to ask who Lilith was, but he held back, fearing that he would conflict with the beliefs of these lycanthropes and expose the secret.
Sissi next to her seemed to be recalling something, her expression extremely solemn.
Looking at the newly rising Dong Xi, Horn decided to urge him, otherwise these old ladies would be nagging for who knows how long.
"It's getting late. If it's time for the coronation, let's hurry up."
At Horn's initiative, the coronation ceremony officially began.
(End of this chapter)