Chapter 297: Consecration of Heroic Spirits
Early the next morning, the townspeople packed up and headed towards the temple in the center of the town.

According to the centurions' notification, the Pope asked them to gather at the old temple in the center of the town early that morning.

After more than a month of simple renovations, this thousand-year-old heritage finally reopened.

The high steps of the temple were filled with residents of Autumn Dusk Island. They looked up at Pope Saint Grandson who was giving a speech.

"I reported to the Holy Father and requested that the fallen warriors be canonized. My mother replied in my dream last night..." Horn took a deep breath and said loudly at the top of his voice, "It has been approved!"

The low-ranking monks present immediately woke up from their drowsiness.

Consecration? Should all the dead soldiers be consecrated at once? But there are thousands of them!

So far, the church has ordained less than a thousand people. Is Horn going to ordain a thousand at once?

For Horn, what does it matter if he consecrates thousands of people at one time?
Every church has a piece of the holy relic "Myrcella's Chain" created by the church, which can be added up to cross the empire twice.

What's wrong with Horn blessing thousands of people?
"It's because the Holy Father saw that we were becoming more and more correct in the world that he agreed to my request!"

Horn's powerful voice rang out in front of the church.

The residents of the entire town were excited by the Pope's passionate words, and people asked one after another, "What does consecration mean?"

With the introduction of knowledgeable people, they gradually understood that it was Horn who could turn the dead into saints to be used as collateral.

So this is how saints come here, right?

Some families with dead war monks were stunned. Their child, the little bastard who went to the battlefield with snot bubbles, was going to become a saint?

"In order to commemorate our fallen warriors and appreciate their contributions to exorcism and saving the world, I have decided to change the temple into... the Cathedral of the Holy Heroes!"

As soon as Horn finished speaking, the curtain covering the front of the temple was pulled down, and the stone wall of the temple behind appeared in front of everyone.

On the stone wall, the names of those who died in the battle are densely engraved.

In front of the stone wall is a statue of a war monk wearing a military uniform, with no face and unidentifiable gender.

“In order to commemorate the contributions of those who died in battle, March 3th of each year is designated as tomb-sweeping day.

In every area where a church has been consecrated, a memorial ceremony will be held again to praise their achievements!"

Led by Das, a dozen physically disabled Salvation Army war monks slowly walked out.

Holding wreaths and tattered armor and leaning on crutches, they walked up the steps of the temple step by step.

Beside them, dozens of tall guards stood with guns in hand, like street trees, standing on both sides of these war monks.

Amid the sound of trumpets and tragic organs, they seemed to be charging towards the enemy on the battlefield.

But in front of them were the four stone walls of the temple, engraved with the names of their former comrades, and each name represented a living life.

"From now on, the children of those who died in battle can go to school for free, and their wives will receive a monthly subsidy." Horn glanced at everyone present seriously, "If any of you are bullied, come to the church. The church will report directly to me! I will definitely give you an explanation!"

After a long silence, low cries gradually emerged from the crowd.

The crying sounded like a hole, getting louder and louder.

By the end, most of the people present had tears in their eyes.

Your Majesty, you have not forgotten them. The Papal States and the Salvation Army have also not forgotten the monks who died in the battle.

Their names have been engraved on stone tablets for thousands of years and will continue to be so for another thousand years.

Despite their deaths, these heroic war-brothers will never be forgotten as long as the Papal States survives.

As long as the Papal States survives...

Many relatives of the monks who died in the battle clenched their fists. Even for the sake of these dead relatives and friends, the Papal State must not fall.

They have shed so much blood and made so many sacrifices to achieve these results for those present here.

This is not the king's country, this is not the church's country, this is their country, their own country, the country they built with their blood and sweat.

“This is our country…”

Bernardo suddenly turned his head, but didn't hear who said this.

Standing in the crowd, he continued to look up. Horn, the Pope, wearing a black and red robe, walked step by step to the statue.

Horn stood in front of the statue, kissed its forehead, and put a wreath on it with great seriousness.

Throughout the entire ceremony, no one made a sound except for the solemn music of the piano.

It was not until this time that Bernardo seemed to understand why those war monks dared to face the attacking extraordinary knights.

No wonder people who lost their property in the King's War became more loyal...

"Rather than calling them peasant rebels, they are more like the Confessors," Bernardo murmured.

"Bernardo, what are you mumbling about?" Le Fay waved his hand in front of Bernardo's face. "The Pope is giving a speech. Listen quickly. If the chaplain asks me about it, I won't be able to remember it."

Helplessly raising his head, Bernardo looked at the boy who was even a few years younger than him and stood at the center of everyone's attention.

"At the same time, in order to reward everyone in Dazexiang, they provided us with fish and swords in the previous war."

Horn raised the scepter in his hand high: "In the name of the Holy Father, I grant everyone the status of monks. From now on, you are all monks."

As Horn's speech came to an end, the townspeople present flocked in to visit under the command of the night watchman who was maintaining order.

The parents and wives of those who died in the war even compared the names of their children/husbands/fathers one by one according to the military tags.

When they find it, they either shout with pride or cry their eyes out.

After the political ceremony, Horn did not stop but went straight back to the prayer house.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Martin, who was a little anxious, walking around the room.

"Oh, it's Martin. You sit down first." Horn asked Martin to sit down first while he was looking for something on the bookshelf.

Martin pulled up a chair and sat across from the desk, but he was still a little anxious.

As if to divert attention, he leaned his head out and picked up a strange little gadget from the table.

This is a string of flat beads framed in a square and connected by wooden sticks, divided into two rows, upper and lower.

"Your Majesty, what is this?"

"This is called an abacus. It's a new type of counting sticks passed down from Jile Mountain." Putting a stack of documents on the table, Horn took the abacus from Martin, turned his wrist and shook it.

The abacus immediately made a clattering sound.

Horn smiled and put it on the table: "This is used to calculate complex numbers. Those low-level monks are too slow in calculating.

I am going to implement double-entry bookkeeping. With their level of arithmetic, they really need to learn one.”

"I see." Martin nodded impatiently, "Why did Your Majesty ask me to come here? If it's nothing serious, I want to go back to the library as soon as possible."

"Don't worry." Horn sat upright at the desk, moved his butt twice, and then said slowly, "How is the flood situation in Kasha County? Do you have any surplus food? I want to buy some."

(End of this chapter)