When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

#127 - If I can’t invite the Holy Father, then I can’t invite you?

“I am, the Holy Grandson!”

Picking at his ear, Horn suspected that he might be having auditory hallucinations since arriving in this world.

Why did he keep hearing things he couldn't understand for no reason?

You're the Holy Grandson, then who am I?

The man successfully channeled the Holy Grandson and began to recite a fixed verse:

“Moving here, moving there, where can the poor find a way to live?”

“Driven by hunger and cold, like donkeys and mules, there's nowhere to hide without killing demons!”

“You believers are arguing about this, but with a look at your hearts, I know there are demons within you!”

The man on the stage scanned the area, his eyes wide, looking around.

“This, this is?” Amid the crowd's shouts, Horn turned his head, looking incredulously at Casti.

Casti grabbed Horn's arm and dragged him out of the crowd to a corner, where he whispered:

“That man is called Thomas, and he claims to be the adopted son, the great-grandson of the Holy Grandson Horn.”

“Then what is he doing now?”

“Inviting his father, the Holy Grandson Horn, to possess him. Most of these refugees are rebellious mobs who don't submit to each other. When things happen, they can only rely on the Holy Grandson Pope to judge.”

“I'm still alive, aren't I? This act of inviting the Holy Grandson to descend is so fake, how can these refugees believe it?” Horn's eyes widened. “Is this Thomas guy out of his mind?”

That's not for you to say, is it?

Casti forcibly swallowed the question back into his stomach, forcing a smile: “An unreasonable order is better than no order at all.”

“That's true.”

Horn was very familiar with this and deeply resented it.

But he still didn't understand. Since they were inviting a god to possess him, why not invite the Holy Father Holy Tree?

Even according to the principle of favoring grandchildren, they should invite Missala.

Why invite him?

Casti then answered Horn's question in a timely manner: “You should have said something like you are the only eye of God in the world, right?

Previously, many people tried to invite the Holy Father to descend, but they were branded as demons by the opposing refugees for this reason.

So, in order to bypass the restriction, Thomas can only invite you to possess him first, and when necessary, ask you to invite the Holy Father to descend and possess him.”

“...Then what do you want me to do?”

“You know, the work in Jeanne d'Arc Fort can only accommodate about 40,000 people at most. The Duke ignored the dissuasion and took in this group of short-haired refugees.” Casti said with a wry smile.

“So…”

“We have no way to provide them with work, and the money and food can only be distributed according to the standards of refugee relief.

Many of these rebel refugees ran to nearby areas to steal, rob, and cheat, seriously disrupting our original public security environment.

But they are self-contained, and I am afraid that riots will be difficult to handle.

So I want to ask you, in the name of the true Holy Grandson, to help us punish them according to the law, not to stop the trouble completely, but to reduce it as much as possible.”

In Casti's hopeful eyes, Horn's face was hesitant.

It wasn't anything else. His original intention in coming here was to get rid of the so-called titles of “Pope” and “Holy Grandson.”

If he were to manage these rioters again, the original lie would have to continue, but as things stand, it's already somewhat impossible to hide, so how could he deceive them?

As a professional courtier with a background as a scholar, reading people's expressions was an essential skill. He roughly saw Horn's concerns.

“Your Excellency, you don't need to do much.” Casti looked up, scanned around over the shoulders of the guards, and lowered his head, “That Thomas is one of us. As long as you endorse him, they will do the rest.”

“You know I'm not cough um…” Horn slurred over Holy Grandson, “Besides, what benefits will I get from doing this?”

“Whatever your request is, just ask, and I will do my best to help you fulfill it.” Casti said almost pleadingly, “The Duke handed over the territory to me and asked me to settle these people. When he comes back and sees this mess… I, I still owe a loan from the Upper River Island Royal University… I must keep this job…”

Didn't you say that you were the Duke's confidant and knew everything secret? How could the Duke fire you just because of this?

Horn was speechless. Not a single word of what these courtiers said could be trusted.

“About your matter, I'll put it simply, just understand it. In short, the situation is like this now…”

“Hey, Your Excellency, don't go…”

“I'm not saying anything for sure, I'm just saying, I'll consider it, you can take another look, let's talk about it tomorrow, okay, brother…”

Under the protection of the guards, Horn got rid of Casti with nonsense and quickly walked out of this stinking camp.

After walking half a mile east, he returned to his camp once again, that ruin.

This place should have been a small town or village originally, but it had not been rebuilt after being damaged earlier, and its overall shape was like a “#” symbol.

Accompanied by the guards, Horn walked along the broken path.

The path was overgrown with weeds, squeezed between the bricks and tiles, and the stone slabs were cracked, making it impossible to walk.

On both sides of the road, dilapidated stone walls and wooden houses protruded from the ground, like dead giants, the iron-clad oak doors were rusted, and the locks were also rusted.

Citizens wearing black hats were walking back and forth in the ruins, piling bricks and rubble to the side, clearing the blocked roads.

In the dilapidated ruins, two or three citizens were riding on the beams of the barely usable houses, happily covering them with tiles or thatch.

Perhaps they regarded this place as their future home.

Horn silently noted this in his heart, perhaps he could ask Duke Dahner to give this ruin to these villagers, so that they could have a place to settle down.

However, Horn did not immediately return to his residence, but turned a corner and walked to Armand's residence.

In the small tent, Chief Bishop Cosette of the Papal States was sitting blankly, while Armand was wiping his face.

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“Cosette, old Cosette, Archbishop Cosette, can you hear me?” Horn waved his hand in front of Cosette.

Cosette looked at Horn blankly, nodded slightly in salute, and refocused his gaze blankly ahead.

Horn asked helplessly, “Still can't speak?”

“Yes.”

“I knew I shouldn't have given him those two letters.”

As Cosette's successor, Armand said with a wry smile: “It was only a matter of time. Who could have imagined it?”

Horn never expected that it would be such a coincidence that Cosette's two kidnapped daughters were in that monastery.

He hesitated for a long time and gave Cosette several preventive shots, and he said that he didn't care and it was over.

Horn then gave him the letter, after all, it was only a matter of time, and there had to be an explanation.

But who knew that Cosette was just stubborn all over, fainted after seeing the letter, and aged more than ten years overnight. His actions were normal, but he just couldn't speak.

Together with Armand, they walked out of the tent. Horn scratched his forehead, feeling that he still had to find a doctor to treat him.

“Where's that Harken? I have something to ask him.”

“Not here. As soon as he arrived, he ran away. We can't find him.”

“When needed, he can't be found, and when not needed, he's quite talkative.”

After complaining, Horn continued to ask: “Is anyone questioning why I haven't officially ascended the throne and become Pope yet?”

Armand thought for a while: “Judging from the villagers who have come to confess recently, a small number of people are asking, but most of them don't mind waiting a little longer.

However, many soldiers of the Guards and the Black Hat Army are asking when the new knighting ceremony will be held.”

“Ouch.” Horn immediately had a headache, “Forget it, the boat will naturally straighten when it reaches the bridge, let's take it one step at a time.”

After saying goodbye to Armand, Horn was finally able to return to the Papal Palace.

Today, the Papal Palace has finally changed from a tent back to a small wooden house. Smiling and nodding to the Guards soldiers standing guard at the door, Horn stepped into the wooden house.

There was a person sitting in the wooden house. She covered her face with a light veil, but her conspicuous white hair and tall body still allowed Horn to recognize who she was.

“Carrie, have you finally verified your identity?”

“Yes… what do you mean finally?” Carrie crossed her legs and slapped a map on the table, “I've been busy for you!”

Walking to the opposite side of Carrie, Horn leaned his head towards the map on the table and curiously checked it: “What is this?”

“Aren't you always asking about the witch's territory?” Supporting her chin with her left hand, Carrie lay on the table and pointed to the map with her finger, “Here, I got it for you.”

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