Chapter 297 Consecration of Heroic Spirits
Early in the morning the next day, the townspeople packed up and headed towards the temple in the center of the town.
According to the notification from the heads of hundreds of households, the Pope asked them to gather at the old temple in the center of the town early that morning.
After more than a month of simple repairs, this restaurant that has been inherited for thousands of years has finally reopened.
Under the high steps of the temple, residents of Qiumu Island were standing. They raised their heads and looked at Pope Saint Sunson who was giving a speech.
"I reported to the Holy Father to request consecration for the war monks who died in the war. My mother replied in a dream last night..." Horn took a deep breath and said loudly at the highest volume, "It has been agreed!" < br>
The low-level monks present immediately woke up from their drowsiness.
Consecration? Do you want to consecrate all the fallen soldiers at once? But there are thousands of people there!
So far, the church has ordained less than a thousand people. Horn wants to consecrate a thousand people at once?
For Horn, what about consecrating thousands of people at once?
Every church has a piece of the holy relic [Myrcella's Chain] produced by the church, and together they can travel across the empire twice.
What happened to Horn consecrating thousands of people?
"This is because the Holy Father saw that we are becoming more and more correct in the world, so he agreed to my request!"
Horn's sonorous and powerful voice sounded in front of the church.
Under the passionate words of the Pope, the residents of the whole town were excited. People asked "What does consecration mean?"
With the introduction of knowledgeable people, they gradually understood that it was Horn who could turn dead people into saints who could be used as guarantees.
So this is how saints come, right?
Some families with dead war monks were stunned. Their child, that little bastard who went to the battlefield with snot in his nose, was going to become a saint?
"In order to commemorate our fallen war monks and appreciate their contribution to exorcism and salvation, I decided to change the temple to...the Cathedral of the Consecrated Spirits!"
Horn's words As soon as it fell, the curtain covering the front of the temple was pulled down, and the stone wall of the temple behind appeared in front of everyone.
On the stone wall, the names of those who died in the war are densely engraved.
In front of the stone wall, there is a statue of a war monk wearing military uniform, faceless, and gender invisible.
“To commemorate the achievements of the war dead, March 10th every year is Tomb Sweeping Day.
Wherever there are consecrated churches, a memorial ceremony must be held again to praise them "
Under the leadership of Das, a dozen physically disabled Salvation Army war monks walked out slowly.
They held garlands, broken armor, and crutches, and walked up the steps of the temple step by step.
Beside them, dozens of tall guards stood with guns in hand, standing like street trees on both sides of these war monks.
In the sound of horns and solemn pipe organ, they seemed to be charging towards the enemy on the battlefield.
But in front of them were the four square stone walls of the temple, inscribed with the names of their former comrades, and each name was a fresh life.
“After that, the children of the war dead can attend school for free and provide monthly subsidies to their wives.” Horn looked seriously at the people present, “If any of you are bullied, come to church. , the church will report directly to me! I will definitely give you an explanation!”
After a long silence, low cries gradually came from the crowd.
The crying sounds were like opening a hole, growing more and more loud.
By the end, most people present had red eyes.
Your Majesty, you have truly not forgotten them. The Papal State and the Salvation Army have also not forgotten the monks who died in the battle.
Their names have been engraved on stone tablets for thousands of years, and they will continue for thousands more.
Despite their deaths, these heroic war monks will never be forgotten as long as the Papal State survives.
As long as the Papal State does not fall...
Many family members of the monks who died in the war clenched their fists in the crowd. Even for the sake of these dead relatives and friends, the Papal State will never fail.
They have poured so much blood and made so many sacrifices to achieve these results for the people present.
This is not the king's country, this is not the Holy See's country, this is their country, their own country, the country they built with their blood and sweat.
"This is our country..."
Bernardo suddenly turned his head, but did not hear clearly who said this.
Standing among the crowd, he continued to look up and saw that as the Pope, Horn, wearing a black and red holy robe, walked step by step to the statue.
Horn stood in front of the statue, kissed the statue's forehead, and put a garland on the statue with great seriousness.
Throughout the entire ceremony, no one made a single sound except for the solemn sound of the piano.
It was only then that Bernardo seemed to understand why those war monks dared to face the attacking extraordinary knights.
No wonder the people who lost their property in the King's War will be more loyal...
"It is better to say it is a cult of devotees than a peasant rebel army." Bena Erdo murmured softly.
"Bernardo, what are you muttering about?" Le Fay waved his hand in front of Bernardo's face, "The Pope has given a speech. Listen quickly. The chaplain will ask about it when the time comes. , I can’t remember.”
Raising his head helplessly, Bernardo looked at this boy, who was even a few years younger than himself, standing at the center of everyone's attention.
"At the same time, in order to reward everyone in Daze Township for providing us with fish and swords in previous wars."
Horn raised the scepter in his hand high: "With the Holy Father In the name of the Lord, I give everyone the status of a monk. From now on, you are all monks.”
As Horn’s speech came to an end, under the command of the night watchman who maintained order, everyone present. The townspeople flocked to visit.
The parents and wives of those who died in the war compared the names of their children/husbands/fathers one by one according to the military cards.
When you find it, you either shout with pride or cry.
After holding the political ceremony, Horn did not stop, but went straight back to the prayer house.
As soon as he opened the door, he saw a somewhat anxious Martin walking around the room.
"Oh, it's Martin, you sit down first." Horn asked Martin to sit down first, while he rummaged around for something on the bookshelf.
Martin pulled up a chair and sat across from the desk, but he was still a little anxious.
As if to divert his attention, he poked his head and picked up a strange gadget from the table.
This is a string of flat beads mounted in a square frame and connected with wooden sticks, divided into two rows, upper and lower.
"Your Majesty, what is this?"
"This is called abacus, and it is a new type of abacus handed down from Mount Jile." Putting a stack of documents on the table, Horn said Martin picked up the abacus in his hand, turned his wrist and shook it.
The abacus immediately made a clattering sound.
Horn smiled and put it on the table: "This is used to calculate complex numbers. Those low-level monks are too slow to calculate accounts.
I am going to implement double-entry accounting. Their arithmetic level is really difficult. You need to learn something."
"That's it." Martin nodded eagerly, "Why did your Majesty come to see me? If there is nothing important, I want to go back to the library quickly."
< br>"Don't worry, don't worry." Horn sat in front of the desk, moved his butt twice, and then said slowly, "How is the flood situation in your Kasha County? Do you have any surplus food? I want to buy some."
(End of this chapter)