Chapter 212 Oh Oh Oh, I Am the Devil

Drolt, no, Hoss had never thought that there would be such a day, or rather, he had never thought that there would be such a day in this form.

Now he was sitting at the main table in the hall of a manor villa, chatting and laughing at the banquet, and those who came and went were nobles of the baron and earl level.

The candlelight danced on the stone walls of the long hall, casting dim shadows and making everyone's face look ambiguous and mysterious.

"Mr. Hoss, please don't be restrained. All this food is for you, even though you are a devil."

A pot-bellied noble toasted Hoss, and even Hoss, who was going to be elected as the Devil King the next day, had to stand up and numbly raise his glass to return the toast.

Sitting back at the table, Hoss stared blankly at the long table in front of him. Behind him were the nobles coming and going.

Unlike Hoss, who was chained to the table, they were free to leave and socialize, and only sat down after the main course was served.

The aroma of roasted whole lamb mixed with honey permeates the air, and the sweet taste of wine lingers between lips and teeth.

Servants moved around the table, carrying bottles of wine and silver platters piled high with delicacies—tender roasted quail, perfectly stewed venison, and pheasants stuffed with spices and raisins.

"After the flood, the Pope issued an edict asking us to simplify everything and save food to help the victims. We had no choice but to do a small thing to respond to the Pope's edict."

Earl Scrins, the owner of the castle, stood beside the main seat in the hall, raised the gilded silver cup in his hand high, and gave a toast.

"Originally, I couldn't bear to see so many believers starving." Bishop Constance's face was full of compassion. "But fortunately, today's dishes are not excessive. His Excellency the Earl has prepared so much. I will only eat a few bites to show my respect for the Earl."

"The Archbishop is indeed kind to his people." Count Scrins clapped his hands and called the maid over. "Lord Constance has a bad stomach. Bring us the bowl of magic blue quercetin soup."

Nobles of all levels sat at the table, dressed in brocade and ermine, with jeweled rings and gilded ornaments on their hands. The blazing firewood beside the stove brought warmth to everyone's feet.

The ruby ​​ring sparkled in the candlelight, making Hoss's eyes hurt a little.

As a bankrupt knight, Hoss had never seen such a scene before.

Even though he was the Knight Commander before, he was not allowed to sit at the table, not to mention that Duke Darnay was a nuisance in aristocratic society and few people held such a banquet for him.

He never imagined that such a banquet was held for him, and not just once!
Drolt, who was disguised as "Hoss", still couldn't understand the significance of Archbishop Constance's move.

You know, he is the great enemy of the church, the short-haired "number two" who has caused a lot of trouble everywhere.

For some unknown reason, on the way out of Thousand River Valley, the bishop took him to various dinner parties and introduced him to others as if he were showing off a trophy.

For the first time, Hoss understood how the lion in the cage in the circus felt, even though he was not a lion, just a dog painted with lion patterns.

"Bishop Constance, when will this devil come? We are all very scared."

With a drunken flush on his face, Lord Scrimshaw put his big belly on his knees and looked at Constance impatiently.

Hoss looked back at Constance, who was drinking the meat soup with a smile, but seeing the narrowed eyes, the battle-hardened knight still shrank his neck.

Closing his eyes in humiliation, Hoss took a long breath through his nose.

“Ohhhhh, I am Hoss Galar, uncle of the Devil Pope Horn, the devil’s uncle from Hellfire…”

Under the instruction of several hooded strong men, Hoss had already learned how to act out the act of being possessed by the devil.

Of course, the skills are still incomparable to the real Saint Sun Horn.

Unlike Horn's Holy Father who descended to earth, in the Empire all mental illnesses were often regarded as demonic possession, and even talking in sleep was regarded as evidence of the devil invading dreams.

A person like Hoss, who was shaking nervously all over, was considered to be in a relatively mild state of possession.

"Ah!" After Hoss stood up and performed the ritual, the noble lady next to him immediately covered her nose with the base of her hand and slowly fell to the ground in shock, while the male noble next to her immediately reached out to support her.

But everyone knows that the fainting of noble ladies is a lady's etiquette. When a lady sees a devilish scene, she must faint.

Even if their eyes are bigger than the devil's when they faint, they still have to faint first.

"My nephew Horn is the grandson of the devil Babur, the Lord of Hell. He is disguised as Myrcella. When you see him, you will surely die..."

"And your Lord, the one named Messiah, is just a courtesy name, a plaything under my Lord's crotch..."

"Be bold!"

"Damn devil!"

"Oh, my dear Miss Lapus, don't be afraid, he is in chains."

Even with his eyes rolled up, Hoss could tell how the people around him were looking at him. It was a look of curiosity and rebellion.

When he shouted out blasphemous words, the noises of the nobles shouting insults were more excited than angry.

This kind of happiness that breaks through the shackles and taboos, perhaps this is the reason why the nobles love to watch him "possessed".

Holding a glass of light blue wine, Constance drank it without hesitation and watched Hoss's performance with a smile.

In fact, he didn't think that Hoss was so useful at first. He asked him to perform "Devil Possessed" just to improve his record and throw dirty water on Shorthair.

In this way, the achievement of catching Hoss is great enough. After all, if you say he is Horn's uncle, then there must be evidence of his survival. If not, who would believe it?

As for throwing dirty water, Constance did it for Pope Johnny VIII.

Isn't His Majesty Johnny VIII suspicious? Does he really take the Holy Grandson's coming to earth seriously and pick on the short hair everywhere?
Constance, the Pope's close cleric, decided that instead of disproving that Horn was the "grandson of the Holy Father", it would be better to prove that Horn was "possessed by the devil".

This kind of slander is very familiar to the itinerant priests who control the rural voices.

But what Constance did not expect was that the nobles actually welcomed this form, perhaps because Hoss insulted Myrcella so much, or perhaps because Hoss was a rare "living devil".

On top of that, criticizing the devil together is a very good excuse for fame and a party.

After the flood in the Thousand Valleys, there was famine, and the nobles held fewer and fewer banquets. It was not that they really wanted to save money for the victims, but they were worried that the hostile families might use the moral stick to hit them.

But if you don’t hold a banquet, can you still be considered a noble?

Since Hoss showed up, this problem has been solved. They are not here for a party, but to mention Myrcella and accuse the devil!
"Damn devil, how dare you seduce a man, what do you do?" A lady saw that the people around her had finished scolding, but no one hit the point, so she had to take action herself.

"Ohhh, lowly Myrcella follower, I have never..."

"Cough, cough, cough..." Archbishop Constance coughed twice, as if he was choking on the meat soup, and wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief.

Hoss recognized that look, and he knew that if he didn't have an affair with Duke Kush at this banquet, he would have to have an affair with four real strong men when he returned.

"What? Why don't you keep silent? You have the ability to seduce men, but why can't you admit it?"

"..." Gritting his teeth in humiliation, Hoss said loudly, "That day, I saw the Duke taking a bath in the room, so I walked up..."

Hoss's voice became more and more hoarse as he continued to tell the fictional "love" story between him and Danai. He stuttered at first, but became more and more fluent later on, and was even able to simulate the movements to demonstrate.

But in the trance of the speech, Hoss sometimes saw black horns growing on the heads of the nobles around him, and lava flowing on the stone walls of the hall.

(End of this chapter)