Chapter 229 I Vote for the Leader

In the bedroom on the second floor, Horn was lying flat on the mattress on the four-poster bed, his eyes closed, but he was not completely asleep.

The problem of clockwork gun production, the problem of the moon pool, the problem of military uniforms, the problem of magic potions...

Horn lay in bed. Even though he was too sleepy to open his eyes, these troubles kept circling in his mind, preventing him from falling into a deeper sleep.

But half an hour passed quickly, and Horn had to sit up and face the bleak reality.

"Vtseva, have all the friars of the Order of the Holy Father arrived?"

After the expansion of the Children's Army, Duvalon, René and others who originally took on some of the orderly duties were unable to spare time to accompany Horn.

After discussion, Futseva volunteered to become Horn's orderly.

After this period of exercise and adequate nutrition, Futseva's face became much rounder than before. Perhaps under the influence of René, she also showed an almost cold temperament.

"They are all here, Your Majesty. They are all waiting for you in the courtyard."

After putting on his woolen coat, Horn washed his face with cold water until his nose turned slightly red, and then he stopped.

When they walked into the courtyard, they saw more than twenty monks standing by the flower bed waiting for Horn's arrival.

This was the first gathering of the Church of the Holy Father after a part of the group was laid off. What they had to deal with was the work that the Church of the Holy Father should do in the following period of time.

"... We have already determined that the primary goal of the Holy Fathers is to overthrow the rule of the Church and the Empire, and the secondary goal is to achieve our three major propositions." Horn picked up a few pieces of hemp paper and handed them to the people present, asking them to circulate them. "Of course, this will definitely be a long and repetitive process. We need to be well prepared."

The twenty or so friars of the Congregation of the Holy Fathers who were present took the documents and either read them themselves or asked someone to help them read them.

This document records Horn's arrangements for the next step of work.

These more than twenty Holy Father monks were divided into two teams. The first team was the chanting team and the second team was the debate team.

The main task of the chanting team is to accept the confessions and prayers of the Salvation Army soldiers, and to preach to them the corruption of the church and the empire, so that they understand that the church must be eliminated.

During this period, they will try to teach the soldiers reading and mathematics, pay attention to the soldiers' mentality and life problems, and even organize entertainment and group activities.

The main task of the debate team is to continuously expand and patch the relatively rough "Holy Way to Save the World" to make it a logically closed-loop debate ammunition depot.

Most of the members of these debate teams were minor intellectuals or craftsmen who, although literate, knew little about theology.

Therefore, they had to seek the help of the lost members of the Holy Trinity to complete the "Holy Word of Salvation".

Thomas was the chief reciter of the chanting team, and Armand was the chief debater of the debate team.

The monks report to the two captains every three days, while the two "masters" report to Horn every seven days.

As for their internal affairs, Horn had clearly established the rules, which was that when encountering conflicts, they would vote, the minority would listen to the majority, and if the voting results went against Horn's orders, then they would listen to Horn.

"Thomas, your main task is to let the soldiers know what the Holy Word is, what believers are, what freedom and equality are, and why we must defeat the church?"

Sitting at the table, Horn looked at Thomas who was taking notes and asked slowly, "Do you understand?"

"understood."

"As for Armand, your task is to figure out why the Holy Way saves the world? Why believers? Why freedom and equality?"

"Understood, Your Majesty." Armand, who now looked somewhat like an adult, nodded heavily.

"Speaking of this, we'd better change our internal titles." Horn knocked on the table with his scepter and said calmly, "Otherwise, if we keep calling him Your Majesty, we want to overthrow the Pope. He, Johnny VIII, is a Pope, and I am also a Pope. This confuses the soldiers." This is indeed a serious issue. As the saying goes, a name without the right words will not make sense. A mere title can also have a significant impact.

After hearing this, the monks immediately started talking about it.

"What should we call it then?"

"How about following the normal religious orders? I remember that normal religious orders have a headmaster or a dean."

"Then others will think we are subordinate to the church. Why not call us leader?"

"I vote for the leader."

"I vote for the leader too."

"I think we should call him Big Brother. Shengsun is our Big Brother. Then we can say that Big Brother loves you..."

Seeing that they were talking more and more nonsense, Horn hurriedly stopped them before they could come up with more outrageous names: "Patriarch, let's just call him the Patriarch."

"Agree."

"Then I agree, Your Majesty."

Adhering to the principle that if the voting results are inconsistent with the Patriarch's, the Patriarch should take the final say, the monks all agreed to this title.

Besides, even if there was a vote, Priest Horn's 10,100 votes would crush them all.

Armand smiled and said, "In order to show the difference between us and the church, our monks should stop calling each other believers and simply call them fellow believers. Whether they are monks or commoners, they should all be called fellow believers. This is the only way to reflect the equality in the Holy Way."

"Good suggestion."

During an afternoon meeting, Horn implemented the Holy Father’s spirit of love, pointed out the problems existing in the current missionary work, arranged and deployed the specific personnel and activity guidelines of the chanting and debate groups, and greeted the families of some stubborn monks in a cordial and friendly manner.

In terms of hardware, the material conditions for soldier training were solved, and in terms of software, monks from the Congregation of the Holy Fathers were arranged to specifically strengthen their spiritual abilities.

All that’s left is to do your best every day and wait for the fruits to bear.

Next, Horn's schedule was fast-forwarded. He drilled with the soldiers every morning, recited military regulations at noon, and inspected the soldiers before dinner.

During this period, he also had to find time to write work plans, brainstorm with the debate team, and nitpick through the words in their own translations of the Layan Gospels and the Collection of Commentaries on the Gospels of the Saints.

From time to time, he had to go to the small town to check on the industrial area and the residents. When he returned to the barracks, he had no time to rest and had to listen to the monks' reports on the soldiers' situation and activities.

At night, he had to continue compiling military laws, military codes and temporary regulations, give classes to the bishop officers, and work with Madeleine and others to do cost accounting and reconciliation for logistics and industry.

There was no way around it. Horn and his group were just starting out and had no experience, so everyone could only grope their way around.

Almost every bishop and steward had to be taught step by step, and Horn could only micromanage and put out fires everywhere, taking care of almost half of the affairs on the entire Autumn Dusk Island.

In this way, Horn, the master of the cloud field, became the most prominent. After all, he could give opinions on everything, relying on the knowledge gained from the developed network in his previous life, and what he said was always correct.

One day Horn calculated the time and found that he had only slept an average of five hours a day during this period, which was almost the same as when he was the top scorer in high school.

“When will this end?”

(End of this chapter)