Chapter 127 If I can’t invite the Holy Father, why can’t I invite you?
“I am the grandson of the Saint!”
Putting his ears, Horn wondered if he had suffered from auditory hallucinations after coming to this world.
Why do I always hear words that are difficult for him to understand for no reason?
You are the holy grandson, then who am I?
The man here succeeded in possessing the holy grandson, and began to recite the closing poem:
"Move here, move there, where can the poor man find a living?"
" Hungry and cold, like a donkey or a mule, there is nowhere to hide unless you kill the demons! "You believers are arguing about this. I will know that there are demons in your hearts by looking at your mind!"
The man on the stage walked around for a week, wandering around with his eyes wide open.
"This, this is?" Amidst the shouts of the surrounding crowd, Horn turned his head and looked at Casti in disbelief.
Casty grabbed Horn’s arm and dragged him out of the crowd. When he came to a corner, he whispered:
“This man’s name is Thomas, and he claims to be the Holy Grandson. Horn’s adopted son, Holy Grandson.”
“Then what is he doing now?”
“Ask his father, Holy Grandson Horn, to come forward. Most of these refugees are revolting. The mob is dissatisfied with each other, and they can only rely on Pope Shengsun to make the decision. "
"Aren't I still alive? Do these refugees dare to believe that asking the Holy Grandson to come to earth is so fake?" Horn's eyes widened, "Is this guy named Thomas a bad person?"
This is a turn of phrase. Why don't you tell me?
Casty swallowed the question forcibly and smiled reluctantly: "Unreasonable order is better than no order."
"That's true."
Horn is very familiar with this and hates it deeply.
But he still doesn't quite understand. He's already invited God, so why not invite the Holy Father and the Holy Tree?
Even if we follow the principle of skipped-generation marriage, we should invite Myrcella.
Why invite him?
Casty answered Horn's question in a timely manner: "You should have said that you are the only eye of God in the world, right?
Many people have tried to ask the Holy Spirit before. When my father came to earth, he was beaten as a devil by the opposing refugees for this reason
Therefore, in order to bypass the restrictions, Thomas can only ask you to possess him first, and if necessary, ask you to ask the Holy Father to come down to earth and possess him. "
"...Then what do you want me to do? "
"You know, our castle of Joan of Arc can only accommodate about 40,000 people at most. The Duke took in these short-haired refugees regardless of dissuasion. "Casty said with a wry smile.
"So..."
"We have no way to provide them with jobs, and the money and food can only be distributed according to the standards for refugee relief.
Many of these revolting refugees went to nearby areas to steal, rob, and commit fraud, seriously damaging our original security environment.
But they are self-contained, and I am afraid that the chaos will be difficult to deal with.
So I would like to ask you, in the name of the true saint grandson, to help us punish them in accordance with the law. We don’t ask that they stop causing trouble, but that they can make him cause less trouble. ”
In Castigli’s hopeful eyes, Horn’s expression was hesitant.
It was nothing else. He was originally going to get rid of the so-called “Pope” when he came here. The name of "Saint Sun"
If he continues to control these mobs, the original lie will have to continue, but now, it is no longer possible to hide it, so how can he continue to lie.
As a scholar-turned-professional courtier, Casti had an essential skill in observing people’s emotions. He roughly saw Horn’s doubts.
"Sir, you don't need to do anything more." Casti raised his head and glanced over the guard's shoulder, lowered his head and said, "That Thomas is one of ours, as long as you stand up for him, the rest will not matter. They just do it.”
“You know I’m not…” Horn mumbled Shengsun, “Besides, what good will it do to me?”
"If you have any requests, just ask them, and I will do my best to help you meet them." Casti said almost pleadingly, "Your Majesty, please give me the territory and let me arrange these things." Man, when he comes back and sees this mess... Me, I still owe a loan from King's University of Hoyu... I must keep this job..."
Didn't you say that you are the Duke's close person and know all the secrets? Why would the Duke fire you just because of this?
Horn was speechless. He couldn't believe a word of what these courtiers said.
"This matter of yours, let me simply say, as long as you understand it, in short, this matter, this is the situation now..."
"Hey, Your Excellency, don't leave. ..."
"I'm not saying it must be like this, I'm just saying that I'll think about it, you can take a look and talk about it tomorrow, okay, brother..."
Wrapped by the guards, Horn got rid of Casti with nonsense and quickly walked out of the stinky camp.
Having walked half a mile east, I returned to my camp again, the ruins. This place should have been a small town or village originally. It was previously destroyed and has not been rebuilt. The whole place has a "#" shape.
Accompanied by his escort, Horn walked along the ruined path.
The path is overgrown with weeds, squeezed between the bricks and tiles, and the stone slabs are so cracked that it is impossible to walk.
On both sides of the road, dilapidated stone-walled wooden houses protrude from the ground like dead giants, with rusted iron-on-oak doors and rusty locks.
Citizens wearing black hats walked back and forth among the ruins, stacking bricks and rubble aside and clearing the blocked roads.
In the dilapidated ruins, on the barely usable houses, there are two or three citizens riding on the beams and happily covering them with tiles or thatch.
Maybe they regard this as their future home.
Horn silently made a note in his mind, perhaps asking Duke Dardenne to give these ruins to these villagers, so that they could at least have a place to stay.
However, Horn did not return to his residence immediately. Instead, he turned a corner and walked to Armand's residence.
In the small tent, the chief bishop of the Papal State, Cosset, sat dumbly, while Armand was wiping his face.
"Kosei, old Cosey, Archbishop Cosey, can you hear me?" Horn waved his hand in front of Cosey.
Kosei glanced at Horn blankly, nodded slightly and saluted, and stared ahead blankly again.
Horn asked helplessly, "Are you still speechless?"
"Yes."
"If I had known about those two letters, I wouldn't have given them to him."
As the heir of Cosset, Armand smiled bitterly: "Sooner or later, who can imagine what will happen? "
Horn never expected that it would be such a coincidence that the two daughters that were kidnapped by Cosey happened to be in that monastery.
He hesitated for a long time and gave Kesai several doses of vaccination, but he said it didn't matter and it was over.
Horn just handed him the letter. After all, sooner or later, there had to be an explanation.
But who knew that Ke Sai was always arrogant, fainted when he saw the letter, and aged more than ten years overnight. His actions were normal, but he couldn't speak.
Walking out of the tent with Armand, Horn scratched his forehead and felt that he still had to find a doctor to treat him.
“Where’s that Halkin? I have something to look for him.”
“No, he ran away as soon as he got there, and we couldn’t find him.”
"When you need him, he's there, but when you don't need him, he's quite capable."
After complaining, Horn continued to ask: "Does anyone wonder why I haven't officially ascended the throne as the pope yet? ?”
Arman thought for a while: “Judging from the villagers who have come to confess recently, a few people are asking, but most of them have the same attitude.
< br>But many soldiers of the Guards and Black Hats are asking when the new award ceremony will be held. "
"Ouch." Horn immediately got a headache, "Forget it, it will be natural when the ship arrives at the bridge. Just take it one step at a time.”
After bidding farewell to Armand, Horn was finally able to return to the Papal Palace.
Now the Papal Palace has finally changed from a tent back to a cabin. Smiling and nodding to the Guards soldiers standing guard at the door, Horn stepped into the cabin.
There was a person sitting in the wooden house. She covered her face with a gauze, but her conspicuous long white hair and tall body still allowed Horn to recognize who she was.
"Carrie, have you finally verified your identity?"
"Yeah...what do you mean finally?" Carrie crossed her legs and slapped a map on the table. "I'm so busy for you!"
Walking to the opposite side of Carrie, with his head leaning towards the map on the table, Horn looked at it curiously: "What is this?"
"Don't you always ask about the witch's territory?" He held it up with his left hand. Holding her chin, Carrie leaned on the table and clicked on the map with her finger, "Here, I got it for you."
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