Chapter 5: Holy Grandson

"I am the Holy Father!"

Carrying with it a huge amount of water vapor, a gust of wind hit the hill horizontally.

Even with the sticky rain, the corners of everyone's clothes were still blowing loudly.

After a brief second of calm, just when Horn was about to give up and thought he was going to die, the howl with a crying tone finally rang out.

“Holy Father, Holy Father has appeared!”

I don't know who shouted this, but like a chain reaction, cries of grief and humiliation rang out one after another.

They seemed to want to cry out all the grievances and fears in their hearts, even forgetting the hunger in their stomachs.

"Holy Father, please relieve the pain in my belly!"

"Holy Father, have mercy on my sins. I shouldn't have been with my own sister..."

"It turns out that what Jeanna said was true. Myrcella really performed a miracle!"

"Holy Father, forgive my unbelief!"

On the hillside covered with green grass and yellow mud, the villagers knelt down one after another.

They drew the word "噴" on their foreheads, prostrated themselves on the ground in the heavy rain, kissed the muddy ground, confessed their sins to the "Holy Father", and asked for His forgiveness and salvation.

No one noticed that the corner of Horn's mouth trembled secretly.

Okay, okay, these villagers believed it, they really believed it, hehe, they all believed it, this method really works.

Horn forced himself to control the corners of his mouth and not let himself laugh out loud.

He knew in his heart that now was not the time to pop the champagne.

Cheering up, Horn raised his eyes and scanned the crowd with his majestic eyes.

Among the more than 200 villagers on the hill, nearly 70% of them had already kneeled on the ground.

Almost all the refugees had knelt down, with only a small number of public book farmers and armed farmers still hesitating.

This number is about right, so we can proceed to the second step of planning.

At a glance, everyone was shouting, praying and atonement, and some fanatics even bled themselves to show their piety.

Horn's eyebrows slightly frowned, the people present were too noisy.

If he spoke now, his voice would probably be drowned out by the noise.

He had a headache. He couldn't just yell, "Everyone, look at me."

While Horn was thinking about countermeasures, he heard a loud shout from the crowd.

Among the many villagers, a one-eyed man walked out.

He was about thirty years old, with brown hair and a face shaped like an egg placed horizontally. Dandruff and grease had tied his hair into small braids that hung behind his ears.

Horn vaguely remembered that he was the leader of the refugees nearby, a position similar to that of the leader of the Beggars' Sect.

"Quiet, everyone, be quiet." The one-eyed man shouted at the top of his lungs, "The Holy Father is about to preach the gospel, everyone, be quiet."

Under the roar of the one-eyed man, the mixed voices gradually disappeared, and everyone fell silent again, turning their attention back to Horn.

Looking at the man's one eye, Horn smiled with satisfaction.

Well, you have good sense.

After clearing his throat, Horn still did not look at the people present, but instead looked up at the sky with an arrogant look.

"Blessed are all those who can see me and kneel on the ground!" Horn said in a squeezed voice, pretending to be old and hoarse. "Because you will take over my words and convey my words, your past sins will also disappear."

Several villagers who had just woken up even fainted again out of excitement, and those who knelt on the ground cried in low voices.

The expressions of those who did not kneel changed drastically. They had no time to doubt and quickly knelt down.

If it's fake, it won't hurt anything, everyone has been fooled.

If it is true, wouldn’t it be a huge loss if I couldn’t go to the Paradise Mountain in Heaven just because I didn’t kneel for a while?
Even the Knight half-knelt down with a stern face after hesitating for a while.

Regardless of whether it is true or false, the attitude must be shown.

If he didn't kneel, no matter whether the miracle was true or not, people would report him to the archbishop for being "disrespectful to God" and "having ulterior motives," and that would be the end of him.

After these words were spoken, everyone present knelt down.

You know, in addition to "pilgrimage", the locals of Qianhe Valley are most enthusiastic about buying indulgences and are particularly fond of reflection.

This is because the ancestors of the people of Qianhe Valley were blood slaves of the vampire nobles of the Flesh and Blood Court.

Therefore, in addition to the official name "Riverlanders", the people of the Thousand Valley also have another name "the Unclean".

They were accused of being born guilty.

A courtier of the Grand Duke once wrote a widely circulated little joke that whenever the ecclesiastical court could not find a prisoner, it would catch a man from the Thousand River Valley to take the blame.

Although the intention is to mock the inefficiency and corruption of the church court, it also shows the terrible regional discrimination and discrimination suffered by the people of Qianhe Valley.

But now, the merciful Holy Father has forgiven their sins. What a great gift!
Standing in front of everyone, Horn's eyes froze, his arms stretched out like he was holding the moon, then he suddenly retracted them, crossing his arms on his chest to form a cross: "Oh oh oh oh - listen to me, believers!"

Thunder rumbled in the clouds, and a strong wind blew the hair around Horn's ears.

In the eyes of the villagers, it seemed as if heaven and earth were cheering for his words.

"The old gods are dead, a new king is in place, the stars are back in place, good luck to Middle-earth—"

"I hereby declare to you that demons are in power today and ghosts are rampant. Those who believe in Mircella can only avoid great disasters by uniting together and eradicating all the demons—"

"Oh oh oh oh oh--"

The rain poured into Horn's collar and mouth. The dense rain did not make him unable to speak, but it affected his voice, making it sound a little shrill and hoarse.

The harsh sound seemed mysterious and fascinating in such an atmosphere. After jumping a little on the spot, Horn spread his wings and opened his arms again.

"Listen everyone, now is the time of disaster, I am sending Horn, the adopted son of my daughter Mircella, to the earth to lead you through the difficulties!" At this point, Horn swept his majestic eyes around, and no one dared to look directly at him.

"Don't doubt it, with him, all difficulties will be overcome. After I am gone, he will be my only eyes in the world!"

“Only by making up our minds and going through the difficult times together can we enter Mount Paradise—Aa ...

The sound echoed among the mountains and the black pine forest; even the sound of rain was much quieter at this moment.

Horn paused, but no one spoke. They were all listening respectfully to the "holy teachings".

"That's all I have to say—"

Horn swung his right arm vigorously, took a deep breath, and put on a kind expression: "Go to heaven--"

“Wuwuwuoooooooooooooo——”

As soon as he finished speaking, Horn began to sway all over again, his arms moving in big circles in front of his chest like swimming, and he kept shaking for nearly half a minute.

After shaking twice as if he had just urinated, Horn stopped all movements.

After waiting for two seconds, adjusting his mentality and switching roles, he opened his eyes again.

As if waking up from a dream, Horn opened his eyes wide in confusion: "This is the human world. I am back to the human world again!"

He first turned around and looked around, seemingly trying to confirm whether he had really returned to the human world, but in fact he was determining his escape route.

After confirming, Horn looked up and asked everyone present: "My soul just went to meet my mother, Misaela. What happened here?"

No one dared to answer, and everyone present focused their eyes on Father Cosset.

Seeing everyone looking at him, Father Cosse's back began to sweat even more. He was facing a huge problem -

Is it true or false that the Holy Father has come down to earth?

You know, the knights and the villagers can be deceived, after all, they are "protected" believers.

But if you, a priest like Cosse, were also deceived by the devil and even established the devil's miraculous identity...

Tell me, are you an accomplice of the devil?
If it were a genuine monk who had received a proper monastic education, he would have ten thousand ways to detect Horn's identity.

The most basic thing is to cast a "Blessing of Light" blessing on Horn and see whether he smiles comfortably or screams and struggles.

But Cosse's priesthood was bought, replacing the priesthood and monk's documents of other monks.

He can't tell the difference, he really can't tell the difference.

With his head full of confusion, Kosei just stood there stiffly.

It was not until the young monk beside him secretly poked his waist that he woke up from his dream.

"Teacher, it's time to speak."

He glanced at Barnett out of the corner of his eye and saw the knight staring at him with cold eyes.

Kosei swallowed and finally made a decision.

It is better for the county magistrate to be in charge now. It is better to be "disrespectful to God" than "a devil believer".

Lifting his foot, Kosse took a firm step towards Horn, but the moment he took his step, he felt something was wrong.

Although I don't know what I stepped on, it was definitely not normal ground.

His left foot, which was supposed to be standing still, slid backwards with a swish sound. At this moment, his other foot was still lifted in the air.

Like a falling penguin, Cosse waved his hands, trying to grab something, but he still couldn't stop the ground from rapidly approaching his knees.

"Crack!"

His knee hit the ground so hard that Father Cosset almost fainted from the pain.

Without even a moment to feel the pain in his knee, Cosse immediately tried to stop his forward movement.

Otherwise he would really kneel down to Horn!

However, due to the huge inertia and the slippery grass, his forward momentum did not decrease at all when he fell to his knees.

Knees rode the waves in the muddy water, carrying Father Cosset straight towards Horn.

With his hands on the ground in front of him, his face was distorted.

Stop it for me!

Perhaps it was the prayer in Cosse's heart that worked, for when he was less than half a step away from Horn, he braked the car with great difficulty.

Fortunately, there is still room for explanation.

Supporting himself on the ground, Kosei was about to stand up.

Maybe it was the sudden rise and fall of blood pressure, his vision suddenly went dark and he couldn't control his posture when he stood up.

The next second, with a relieved smile on his face, Kosei inexplicably found that Horn's boots were getting closer and closer to him.

So, in the sight of everyone, Father Cosset, who had been hesitating for a long time, took a step forward first, and then suddenly knelt down on the ground like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey.

That heavy and crisp sound was painful to watch.

But the devout Father Cosset seemed to feel nothing.

He slid forward on his knees despite the pain, and slid accurately in front of Horn, giving him a foot kiss with a smile on his face.

Ah! What a strong belief!
After a brief silence, the villagers present bowed down again, but this time they shouted:

"Holy grandson!"

(End of this chapter)