Chapter 243 His Majesty the Pope is always in good health!
On December 31, 1444 in the Imperial Calendar, the celebration of the New Year Festival is finally about to begin.
Qiumu Island, occupied by the undead, finally welcomed the noisy atmosphere of celebration again after hundreds of years of silence.
The rubble and rubble were swept away from the ruins of the ruins, and the water voles living in the ditch were swept away by the citizens of nearby neighborhoods.
Between the buildings in Insula, colorful triangular flags fluttered in the cold wind, and the children pointed at the paper flags above their heads and laughed loudly.
All day long, there were citizens and villagers wandering around. From the afternoon, vendors selling goods and night watchmen to maintain order appeared in the official residence square in the center of the town.
In the evening, there are several important activities. The first one is the Octagon showdown after dinner.
When Horn said he was given a chance to fight, he really meant he was given a chance to fight. And when the veterans said they were going to fight, they really meant they were fighting.
There were three unarmed fights in the octagonal cage, and six senators personally participated in the battle to decide the names of the official residence square, theater and cathedral.
The reason why there is no need to vote is because the Senate implements the absolute majority principle, which requires the consent of two-thirds of the people.
If you can't fight with letters, you can only fight with force.
The second event is the dance party after the Octagon.
Regardless of status, all young men and women of sufficient age can participate.
This is to solve the marriage issues of young men and women in the Papal State.
The third activity is the New Year’s Eve countdown after the dance.
The big bell developed by Seamotine will ring in the new year to celebrate that they have passed another difficult year.
For this reason, Horn specially issued a notice to postpone the curfew on December 31 and January 1 to one o'clock the next day.
“But I don’t understand one thing.” Mitnich, who was following Horn, asked as if questioning, “What’s the point of getting such a thing when you are in short supply?”
“Life must have a sense of ritual.” Looking back, Mitternich didn’t understand, Horn said with a smile, “Throughout the ages, people have always been confused about how to shape an individual’s sense of identity with a group.”
“You know how to shape it?”
“I think it’s shaped by political rituals and shared memories.” As the shoppers flowed forward, Horn’s lips raised as he looked at the men, women, and children haggling over prices.
“It is actually difficult for people to understand and trust each other, and shared memories are the key to dividing people between you and me.
You and I go to watch it on the same day every year If he doesn't watch the same clown show, then we definitely have a common language and sense of identity than he does.
This sounds ridiculous, but it is often the case in various festivals and collective activities in our daily life. , most likely they are born for this. "
Jeanne on the side added: "Another point is that they have suffered too much suffering and grief this year, and we need to suppress their suppressed emotions. Let it out.”
Mitnich thought for a while and then asked: "Wouldn't happiness make people forget the hatred in their hearts? Aren't you afraid that they would become weak when facing the church?"
"On the day when we should be reunited most, Without one or more relatives and friends around them, they will only remember the hatred more firmly. "Horn stood in front of a villager's cheese stall and shamelessly tried three mouthfuls of cheese before buying it. "Besides, they want it. Overthrowing the church is not just for your own hatred."
"Will you host these events that night?"
"I may be at the opening ceremony of the Octagon fight. Just show up, Madeleine and Armand will take care of the rest."
Horn took the stick that he had just left from the bush and finished the cheese in three mouthfuls.
The group of people walked out of the official residence square and came to the street where four carriages could go parallel.
"After the opening ceremony, I will go to the workshop area and military camp to visit the soldiers and craftsmen. I will rush back during the countdown."
After leaving this sentence, Horn He mounted his horse and headed towards the industrial area.
The time from afternoon to night almost passes in the blink of an eye, and night falls quietly.
Since food was still in short supply, every ten households only added eggs and butter to their meal, but it still left people who had not tasted meat for a long time still unsatisfied.
Clusters of torches rise, and half the sky is illuminated by the melodious music of the flute player. The subjects of the Papal State in every neighborhood walked out of their Insula apartments and headed towards the theater.
When Gashkul and his wife and children walked near the theater, there were dark crowds everywhere.
Some people who were not interested in the Octagon fight came to the square of the official residence in advance. They carved dice from bones, took out a few dinars, and started shouting loudly.
The flutist and lute player are rehearsing nervously on the wooden stage, and melodious music comes from the instruments.
Standing in front of the official residence square, Gashkul smelled a hint of barbecue and honey among the noisy crowds.
He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, but thinking of the high price of meat, he still dragged his wife and children to the theater.
Before the Octagon showdown, there were also programs rehearsed by local citizens. According to Horn's request, each hundred-household district had a program.
Six elders will act as judges and score these programs before the competition begins. The hundred households with the highest scores will receive a red flag symbolizing honor.
After scoring, the six judges will personally perform free fighting.
At this time, according to the previous ratings, the citizens and villagers must have a tendency to support or not support the elders.
This is how the show will work.
A large part of the reason why many people come to the theater is to support the programs in their own Baihu District.
This is exactly why the Gashkul family came.
It’s just that I came a little late today, so I probably won’t get a good seat.
Entering the semicircular theater, Gashkul carefully selected and finally found a suitable seat in the sixth row.
Slapping away his son Dormammu's hands that tapped the bronze urn curiously, Gashkul changed into a comfortable position and looked towards the center of the stage.
"Good evening, faithful people, Sinner Horn, your Pope sends you his sincere greetings."
"Hero of the Thousand Valleys!"
"We, the people of Qianhe Valley, have our own chosen pope!"
"His Majesty the Pope will always be in good health!"
"There is no two days in the sky, and Your Majesty the Pope will be the eternal sun in my heart!"
As soon as Horn finished speaking, the believers all cheered on the ground. Stand up, or raise your hands and shout to him.
They clapped wildly and waved their hats in greeting to Horn.
All the passionate eyes are focused on Horn, because they know that the person in front of them will lead them to overthrow the church and lead them to redeem all their injustices and grievances.
Just like he once chopped off the Duke's head.
With his hands pressed together, Horn felt a surge of heat in his heart. He looked around at the expectant audience:
“This year is 1444, a difficult year. The Gulag raised troops and went through countless hardships before finally arriving at Fort Joan.
I thought Duke Kush of Fort Joan was the person who could entrust Qianhe River Valley, but I was wrong, he was the same. It's the devil.
Archbishop Barnifus is the devil, Duke Dane of Kush is the devil, and the high-ranking Archbishop Constance is the devil.
Their power is too great and we have to hide here.
They cordoned us off, thinking we were going to have a miserable New Year's Day, but I said no.
Under the light of the Holy Father, even if they deliberately want to restrict our joy, we will not let them succeed.
We want to prove that as long as we unite, we can not only get happiness and glory, but also knock down their castle and break their scepter!
Today we are celebrating here to celebrate that our people have finally awakened. The coming year will be a painful year for the devils, because we are coming!
Enjoy yourself, Lambs of Messiah! Myrcella bless you! ”
(End of this chapter)