Chapter 127 If I can’t invite the Holy Father, I can’t invite you?

"I am the Holy Grandson!"

After cleaning his ears, Horn wondered if he had been suffering from auditory hallucinations since coming to this world.

Why does he always hear words that he can’t understand for no reason?
You are the grandson of the saint, then who am I?

The man here successfully let the Saint's grandson possess him, and then he began to recite the opening poem:
"Moving here and there, where can a poor man survive?"

"Hungry and cold, like a donkey or a mule, if you don't kill the demons, there will be nowhere to hide!"

"You believers are arguing about this. I can see through your mind-reading method that there are demons in your hearts!"

The man on the stage walked around the stage, his eyes wide open, looking around.

"This, what is this?" Amid the shouts of the crowd around him, Horn turned his head and looked at Casti in disbelief.

Casti grabbed Horn's arm and dragged him out of the crowd to a corner. He then whispered:
"This man is called Thomas. He claims to be the adopted son of the Holy Grandson Horn and the Holy Great-grandson."

"So what is he doing now?"

"Please ask his father, Holy Grandson Horn, to possess him. Most of these refugees are rebellious mobs. No one is willing to submit to anyone else. When something happens, we can only rely on Holy Grandson Pope to make the judgment."

"I'm still alive, right? How dare these refugees believe such a fake request for the Holy Grandson to descend to the earth?" Horn's eyes widened. "Is this Thomas mentally ill?"

It's not your turn to say this, right?
Casti swallowed his doubts and smiled reluctantly, "An unreasonable order is better than no order at all."

"That's true."

Horn was all too familiar with this, and he hated it.

But he still didn’t quite understand. If they were asking the gods to possess them, why not ask the Holy Father and the Holy Tree?

Even according to the principle of intergenerational affection, we should invite Mircella.

Why invite him?
Casti answered Horn's question at the right time: "You should have said something like you are the only eye of God in the world, right?
Many people had previously tried to ask the Holy Father to come down to earth, but they were all labeled as demons by the opposing refugees for this reason.

Therefore, in order to bypass the restrictions, Thomas can only ask you to possess him first, and if necessary, ask the Holy Father to come down to earth to possess him."

"…Then what do you want me to do?"

"You know, our Chateau Jeanne d'Arc can only accommodate about 4 people at most. The Duke ignored the advice and took in these short-haired refugees." Casti said with a wry smile.

"so……"

“We have no way to provide them with jobs, and we can only distribute money and food according to the standards for refugee relief.

Many of these refugees who revolted went to nearby areas to steal, rob and defraud, seriously undermining our original security environment.

But they are a separate group and I am afraid that it will be difficult to handle the chaos.

So I would like to ask you, in the name of the True Saint Sun, to help us punish them according to the law. I don’t ask for them to stop causing trouble, but just to make them cause less trouble.”

In the face of Casti's hopeful eyes, Horn looked hesitant.

It was not for anything else, but that he came here to get rid of the so-called titles of "Pope" and "Holy Grandson".

If he continued to care about these mobs, he would have to continue to tell the original lies, but at this point, it was already difficult to hide the truth, so how could he continue to lie?

As a professional courtier who was a scholar, Casti had the essential skill of reading people's expressions, and he roughly saw Horn's doubts.

"Sir, you don't need to do anything more." Casti looked over the guard's shoulder and said, "That Thomas is our man. As long as you stand up for him, they will do the rest."

"You know I'm not...ah..." Horne glossed over Sheng Sun, "Besides, what good will it do me if I do this?"

"If you have any requests, just ask. I will do my best to satisfy them." 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 for attending River Island King's University... I must keep this job..."

Didn't you say that you are the Duke's confidant and know all the secrets? How could the Duke fire you just because of this?
Horn was speechless. He could not believe a single word these court officials said.

"I'll explain your situation briefly so you understand. In short, this is the situation right now..."

"Hey, sir, please don't leave..."

"I'm not saying this or that. I'm just thinking about it. You take a look at it and we'll talk about it tomorrow. Okay, brother..."

Surrounded by guards, Horn used nonsense to get rid of Casti and walked out of the smelly camp quickly.

After walking half a mile to the east, I returned to my campsite, the ruins. This should have been a small town or village, which had been destroyed and never rebuilt, and the overall shape was a “#”.

Accompanied by his guards, Horn walked along the path lined with ruins.

The path was overgrown with weeds, wedged between the bricks and tiles, and the stone slabs were so cracked that it was impossible to walk on.

On both sides of the road, dilapidated stone-walled wooden houses protruded from the ground like dead giants, with iron-studded oak doors and rusted locks.

Citizens wearing black hats came and went among the ruins, piling bricks and rubble aside and clearing the blocked roads.

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

Maybe they regard this place as their future home.

Horn silently made a note in his heart that perhaps he could ask Duke Darnay to give the ruins to these villagers, so that at least they would have a place to live.

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

In the small tent, Cosset, the chief bishop of the Papal States, sat there in a daze, while Armand was wiping his face.

"Cosse, old Cosse, Archbishop Cosse, can you hear me?" Horn waved his hand in front of Cosse.

Kosse looked at Horn dully, nodded slightly, and looked ahead again with a blank gaze.

Horn asked helplessly, "Still speechless?"

"Yes."

"If I had known about those two letters, I wouldn't have given them to him."

As Cosset's heir, Armand smiled bitterly and said, "It's only a matter of time. Who could have predicted it?"

Horn never expected that it would be such a coincidence that Cosse's two abducted daughters happened to be in that monastery.

He hesitated for a long time and gave Cosse several doses of vaccination, but he said it didn't matter and it was over.

Horn handed the letter to him. After all, something had to be explained sooner or later.

But who would have thought that Kosei was so stubborn that he fainted when he saw the letter. He aged more than ten years overnight. His movements were normal except that he could not speak.

Walking out of the tent with Armand, Horn scratched his forehead and felt that he should find a doctor to treat him.

"Where's that Halkin? I need to see him for something."

"No, he ran away as soon as he arrived. We couldn't find him."

"When you need him, he's nowhere to be found. When you don't need him, he's quite talkative."

After complaining, Horn continued to ask, "Does anyone doubt why I haven't officially ascended the throne as Pope yet?"

Armand thought for a moment and said, "From the villagers who have come to confess recently, a few are asking, but most of them are not worried about the consequences.

However, many soldiers from the Guards and Black Hats are asking when the new honors ceremony will be held."

"Ouch." Horn immediately had a headache. "Forget it, the boat will straighten out when the time comes. 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 Pope's Palace has finally changed from a tent back into a cabin. Smiling and nodding to the guards standing guard at the door, Horn stepped into the cabin.

There was a person sitting in the wooden house. She covered her face with a veil, but Horn still recognized who she was because of her conspicuous long white hair and tall body.

"Carrie, have you finally finished verifying your identity?"

"Yeah...what do you mean by finally?" Carrie crossed her legs and slapped a map on the table. "I've been running around for you!"

Walking to the opposite side of Carrie and leaning his head towards the map on the table, Horn examined it curiously: "What is this?"

"Don't you always ask about the witch's territory?" Carrie leaned on the table with her chin supported by her left hand and pointed at the map with her finger. "Here, I got it for you."

　p.s. there is one more chapter

　　
　
(End of this chapter)