Chapter 101 Amenhoas

For some reason, ever since I was told that The Papal State is the official and orthodox sequel to El Empire, and not a fan work like Holy El Empire where the original work is ruined.

The beastman envoy's expression changed.

After that, Bussac took him to visit the magnificent Papal Palace, the orderly Senate, the four neatly-formed legions, and the boundless nation.

When he returned to the tent again, the first words he said to Horn were: "I offer my loyalty and respect to you, the great and supreme emperor, and welcome you to your loyal Kingdom of Hittite."

Horn's eyes shifted to Busak, who looked righteous.

He thought that after being tortured by the Papal States, he had become immune to such things, but he still underestimated this world.

Horn never expected that they actually believed Busak's bragging.

How do people in this world have brains?

Of course, if you want to be serious, compared with the kingdoms of savages and beastmen with forty or fifty people, Horn's country of twelve hundred people is indeed a great empire.

Look at the Papal States. It has elections, senators, legions, emperors, marshals, written laws, and the unity of church and state.

Except for the lack of sea, it perfectly fits the characteristics and definition of the Aiur Empire.

It is much more orthodox than the Holy El Empire and fully captures the spirit of the original work.

"Your Majesty, please forgive our rudeness." The envoy half-knelt on the ground and said respectfully.

"Please, please stand up." Horn managed to keep his face straight, his mouth almost pulled into a V shape by the tense muscles.

"We didn't know this was your team. We are sorry for offending you." The envoy no longer had a rebellious attitude. "There is no need to mention the prisoner exchange. We will send the people back tomorrow."

No matter what the process is, the result is at least good.

Horn put on a smile: "That's great."

"But we have another request, which is that our king may wish to ask you to crown her."

"Coronation?"

The envoy nodded and said, "The Ai'er Empire has not appeared for a thousand years, and those fake Ai'er Empire people outside are rampant. As a result, although we are loyal to the Ai'er Empire, we have not been canonized, the legal issues cannot be resolved, and rebellions continue."

"Why do you think those people outside are the fake El Empire?"

"Humph, once some missionaries came to our place to preach, and they actually claimed that the Holy Father, the Holy Mother, and the Holy Lord are one and the same. That's ridiculous!" the envoy cursed. "The Holy Father, the Holy Mother, and the Holy Lord are three gods. How can they be confused?"

Horn seemed to understand a little.

I'm afraid that this group of beastmen seems to believe in the original Messianic religion from thousands of years ago, or the Messianic personality heresy.

"They also call the Virgin Mary a holy tree, which is even more ridiculous! If the Holy Father doesn't marry the Virgin Mary, how can the Virgin Mary get pregnant? If she doesn't get pregnant, how can the Holy Lord come?"

"But Our Lady Ask is indeed a tree, but the elves call her the Mother of All Things..." Armand couldn't help asking.

"Can't the Holy Father make a tree? Is the Holy Pendant such an inconvenient thing?"

Horn found that whenever he heard him speak, he had to check with the person next to him to confirm whether what he heard was true.

What kind of lewd words are these?

Does he know what he's talking about?

"You are not only the Lord of the Empire, but also the son of Myrcella. You are much more orthodox than that Holy Ai'er Empire."

Horn's face showed a tense expression: "Haha, yes, is that so? That means, as long as I crown your king, I can send our people back?"

"Sending it back is our duty, and crowning it is just a request." The envoy replied sincerely.

"I see." Horn nodded. When you're out there, people give each other face. It's just a coronation. It's not the first time.

No one understands coronation better than Horn.

"Go back and make an appointment, preferably tomorrow morning. We won't have to wait for you too long."

"As you command, Your Majesty the Emperor."

After bidding farewell to the kingdom's envoy, Horn returned to the tent tiredly. After instructing Madeleine to prepare the props for the coronation ceremony, he fell into a deep sleep.

In the moonlight, bursts of howling sounds came from the distant mountains, disturbing many villagers from sleeping well.

Before daybreak, the envoy arrived again and agreed on the time and place for Horn's coronation.

The time was when the sun was rising, and the location was this small hill.

However, conditions had changed, and the news that the Kingdom of Hiden had come into contact with the New Aiel Empire quickly spread throughout the nine kingdoms.

The kings all hoped to be crowned by the emperor, so Horn had to crown nine kings.

But he was used to it, whether he was herding one sheep or letting two sheep go.

After arranging the villagers, Horn stood by the Sweat Road on the hill, quietly gazing at the mountains in the distance.

Under the golden-red sunlight, water voles ran back and forth on the path, and a few long-legged waterfowl slowly picked up small green snakes from the puddles.

Air with a faint smell of mud and aquatic plants filled Horn's nostrils, and he let out a long breath.

He saw wisps of smoke gradually rising from the trees and grass in the puddles at the foot of the mountains.

"Amenoas, Amenoas, Idegraminoas."

The vast and deep sound of folk songs rang out above the swamp, accompanied by the sound of flutes and out-of-tune lutes.

At the end of the crisscrossing paths connecting to the main road, several staggering figures began to appear.

Walking on the path, two strong beastmen were carrying a sedan chair, one in front and one behind, with a burly woman sitting on the sedan chair.

The woman had an apron around her waist and scars on her hands from cutting vegetables. She had the best sword in the country, which was also the best kitchen knife in the country, tucked around her waist.

The same Musadius from before led the way, pressing the air holes of the flute with his fingertips and blowing out out-of-tune sounds.

After that, a female beastman guard with a square face was following behind the sedan chair.

As for the song, it was the accompaniment provided by Her Majesty the Queen herself when she appeared on stage.

After all, Her Majesty the Queen also has a series of part-time jobs such as court musician, court chef, and court groom.

One after another, such teams began to walk out from the end of the road. Some of them had sedan chairs, while others could only walk by themselves.

Among the many kings, the most conspicuous are the statues they carved out of wood and filled with thatch.

Sometimes the king himself held up the holy image, and sometimes the king's husband, who also served as a "guard," held the holy image and followed on both sides of the king's carriage.

"What is that?" Horn was a little confused as he looked at the green statue.

"I've asked, and they are their patron saints, the angels Fear and Fierce," Busak whispered.

"I've never heard of these two angels."

"It may be the god they converted to before Myrcella. This kind of thing is very common among the barbarians." Bonard, the etiquette guide for this coronation, answered in a low voice.

When the "angel" with a classic half-orc face, fangs, and two pairs of wings appeared, Horn couldn't help but cover his mouth and cough.

Behind the mountains in the sky, half of the sun's light has appeared.

When the kings arrived, the carriages were lined up opposite Horn, and the kings got off and came to a distance of two farthest distances from Horn.

Since beastmen are more likely to give birth to females, they have always been a matriarchal society. Men are reproductive machines shared by the entire community, and only the queen can monopolize a man.

This may be the reason why warlords kept rebelling under the kingdom's rule.

"The kings of the nine nations are here!" the envoy and royal consort Musadius shouted in a loud voice.

After Musadius finished shouting, the nine queens bowed to Horn one by one.

When the pleasantries were over, an old lady queen stepped forward and asked, "Can I verify that you are indeed the son of Myrcella?"

If Horn was not mistaken, she should be Queen Amazon of Hittite.

Horn immediately ripped open his clothes and showed them his neck, which immediately caused exclamations and admiration.

"Sure enough, this is obviously Myrcella's offspring."

"Yeah, if it was Lilith, there would be a big hole in her chest."

"It's still the grandson of the previous generation. Myrcella didn't even become the emperor, but this little grandson was directly chosen as the emperor."

Lilith? Who is that?
In fact, Horn really wanted to ask who Lilith was, but he held back, fearing that his conflict of beliefs with these beastmen would be exposed.

Xixi next to her seemed to be recalling something, her expression extremely solemn.

Looking at the rising sun in the east, Horn decided to urge them to hurry up, otherwise these old ladies would chat on and on for who knows how long.

"It's getting late. If we want to do the coronation, we should hurry up."

At Horn's initiative, the coronation ceremony officially began.

(End of this chapter)