Chapter 212 Oh oh oh oh, I am the devil
Drolt, no, Hoss never thought that such a day would come, or in other words, he never thought that such a day would come to pass in this form. .
Now he is sitting at the main table in the hall of a manor villa, talking and laughing during the banquet, and the people coming and going are all nobles of the baron and earl level.
The candlelight danced on the stone wall of the long hall, casting a shadowy light, illuminating everyone's face in an ambiguous and mysterious way.
"Mr. Hoss, please don't be restrained. These foods are for you, even though you are a devil."
A paunchy noble toasted to Hoss. Even Hoss, who was choosing the Devil Emperor the next day, had to stand up and raise his glass numbly in return.
Sitting back at the table, Hoss stared blankly at the long table in front of him, with nobles coming and going behind him.
Unlike Hoss, who was shackled to the table, they were able to leave freely to socialize, and only took their seats one after another after the main course was served.
The aroma of roasted whole lamb mixed with honey fills the air, and the sweet taste of wine still lingers on your lips.
Servants milled about the table, carrying wine and silver platters piled high with delicacies - tender roasted quail, venison braised to perfection, and stuffed with spices and raisins. pheasant.
"After the flood, the Pope issued an edict, telling us to keep everything simple and save all food to help the victims. We have no choice but to do something small and respond to the Pope's edict."
Ske, as the owner of the castle Earl of Lins stood next to the main seat in the hall, raised the gilt silver cup in his hand high, and spoke a toast.
“Originally, I couldn’t bear to see so many believers starving.” Bishop Constance’s face was full of compassion, “But fortunately, today’s dishes don’t count. It's too much. Your Excellency has prepared so much, so I will only take a few bites to show my respect for the count."
"The archbishop is really kind and loyal to the people." Earl Skrins clapped his hands and called the maid. "Your Excellency Constance has a bad stomach. Bring me the bowl of magic blue tongue soup."
Nobles of all levels were sitting at the table. They were dressed in brocade and mink, and wore jeweled rings on their hands. Rings and gilt decorations, and the blazing firewood beside the stove spread warmth to everyone's feet.
The ruby ring shone in the candlelight, making Hoth's eyes hurt.
As a bankrupt knight, Hoss has never seen this battle before.
Even if he was a knight captain before, he was not allowed to serve at the table, not to mention that Duke Dardenne was a nuisance in the aristocratic society, and few people held such a banquet for him.
He never thought that such a banquet would be held for him, more than once!
Drolt, pretending to be "Hoth", still couldn't understand the significance of Archbishop Constance's move.
You know, he is the church’s archenemy, the short-haired “number two” who has caused uproar everywhere
For some unknown reason, on the way out of Qianhe River Valley, the bishop took him with him Go around to dinner parties and introduce yourself to others as if you were showing off a trophy.
For the first time, Hoss understood what it was like to be a lion in a cage in a circus, even though he was not really a lion, just a dog painted with lion patterns.
"Bishop Constance, when will this devil come? We are all afraid."
The blush of drunkenness appeared on his face, and Earl Scrins placed his big belly on his face. on his knees, looking eagerly at Constance.
Hoss glanced back at Constance, and Constance was smiling while drinking the meat soup. Just seeing the narrowed eyes, the knight who had experienced ten battles still shrank his neck.
Closing his eyes in humiliation, Hoss took a big breath through his nose.
"Uh oh oh oh, I am Hos Galar, the uncle of Demon Pope Horn, the uncle of the devil from Hell..."
In front of several hooded heads Under the tutelage of the strong man, Hoss had already learned how to perform demonic possession.
Of course, the technology is still incomparable with the real Saint Sunhorn.
Unlike Horn's holy father who descended to earth, in the empire all mental illnesses were often regarded as possessed by demons, and even talking in sleep after falling asleep would be regarded as evidence of demons invading dreams.
A person as nervous and trembling as Hoss can be considered a relatively mild form of possession.
"Ah!" After Hoss stood up and performed a great dance, the noble girl beside her immediately covered the bridge of her nose with the heel of her hand. She was so shocked that she slowly fell to the ground. The male noble next to her immediately reached out to help her.
But everyone knows that fainting is the etiquette of ladies. When a lady sees the scene of the devil, she must faint.
Even if their eyes are as big as the devil when they faint, they still have to faint first.
"My nephew Horn is the grandson of the devil Babur, the lord of Hell, disguised as Messila. When you see him, you will definitely die..."
"And Your Lord, the one named Myrcella is just a word, the plaything of my Lord’s crotch..."
"Bold!"
"Damn devil!"< br>
"Oh, my dear Miss Laps, don't be afraid, he is chained."
Rolling the whites of his eyes, Hoss could know how the people around him were looking at him. A curious and rebellious look.
When he loudly uttered blasphemous words, the voices of the nobles were more excited than angry.
This kind of happiness that breaks through the shackles and taboos is probably why the nobles love to see him "possessed".
Holding a glass of light blue wine, Constance drank it without hesitation and watched Hoth's performance with a smile.
In fact, he didn't expect Hoss to be so useful at first. He asked him to perform "Devil Possession" just to improve his record and throw dirty water on Shorthair.
Catching Hoth in this way is a great achievement. After all, if you say he is Horn's uncle, then he must be alive. If he is not alive, who will believe it?
As for throwing dirty water, it was Constance who did it for Pope Johnny VIII.
Isn’t His Majesty Johnny VIII a suspect? Do you really take the saint's descending to earth seriously and catch short hair everywhere?
As the pope's caring little priest, Constance decided that instead of proving that Horn was a "saint's grandson", it would be better to prove that Horn was "possessed by the devil."
This method of slander is all too familiar to the itinerant priests who have mastered the mouthpiece of the countryside.
But what Constance did not expect was that the nobles actually welcomed this form. It may be because Hoth insulted Myrcella, or it may be because Hoth is a rare "real world devil".
On top of this, criticizing the devil together is a very good excuse to become famous and have a party.
Famine followed the Qianhe River Valley flood, and the nobles' banquets gradually decreased a lot. They didn't really save money for the victims, but they were worried that rival families might hit people with a moral stick.
But if you don’t hold a banquet, can you still be considered a noble?
Since Hoth appeared, this problem has been solved. They are not just having fun at the banquet, but they are here to mention Myrcella and accuse the devil!
"Damn devil, you dare to seduce a man, how did you do it?" A lady saw that after the people around her scolded them, no one got the point of the scolding, so she had no choice but to go into battle herself.
“Uh oh oh oh, lowly believer of Messiah, I have never...”
“Ahem, cough, cough...” It seems that he choked on the meat soup, Constance The archbishop coughed twice, picked up a handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth.
Hoss recognized this look. He knew that if he did not have an affair with the Duke of Kush at this banquet, he would have an affair with four real strong men after he returned.
"What? Don't say anything. You have the ability to seduce men, but why don't you admit it?"
"..." Gritting his teeth in humiliation, Hoss said loudly, "That day, I I saw the Duke taking a bath in the room, so I walked up..."
Hoss's voice became more and more hoarse, and he kept telling the fictitious "love" story between him and Darnay. I was still stumbling, but later on I became more and more fluent, and I could even simulate movements to demonstrate.
While speaking in a daze, Hoss would sometimes see black horns growing out of the heads of the nobles around him, and lava flowing from the stone walls of the hall.
(End of this chapter)