Chapter 6 We Love You
Holy grandson?
Horn's heart skipped a beat.

When he saw everyone kneeling before him, he realized that they were talking about him.

No, Holy Father, Holy Tree, Holy Lord, shouldn’t he be the Holy Son?

Where did this grandson come from?
Horn opened his mouth halfway but couldn't make a sound.

You know, this kind of mysterious thing also requires rhythm.

If the rhythm is interrupted and they are allowed to calm down, it will be difficult to implement subsequent plans.

Strike while the iron is hot and complete it in one go.

Swallowing his words of defense, Horn gritted his teeth and smiled, nodding gracefully in agreement.

Taking a deep breath and putting on a calm and kind expression, he helped up Kosei who was about to faint.

"Father Cosse, please get up. It's fine to show respect to the Holy Father with such great etiquette, but although I am, uh, the Holy Father's grandson, we are all lambs of the Holy Father. How can there be a difference in status?"

Supporting Kosei, Horn once again looked at the people present: "Don't be afraid, everyone. Can anyone tell me what happened after my soul ascended to heaven?"

Before anyone present could react, the one-eyed man jumped out again and repeated to Horn what had happened before.

Even though Horn had witnessed these things himself, he still pretended to listen carefully.

"Oh, so the Holy Father came down to earth during my resurrection?"

"Holy Father, be merciful. This is not about forgiving your sins, but about Him taking your sins upon Himself."

"I am stupid and don't know what 'all the stars are in place, good luck to Middle-earth' means."

"Is that what the Holy Father said? How can a peasant like me lead everyone?"

Sometimes his eyes widened in surprise, sometimes he made a sign of joy, and Horn listened to the one-eyed man's story hypocritically.

I have to say, although this kid is dressed in rags, he speaks in a very organized manner.

After listening to the one-eyed man's story, Horn patted him on the shoulder and asked, "What's your name?"

"My name is Deshka, the Holy Grandson Master."

Horn nodded slightly, but did not say anything else to him. Instead, he turned his body towards the others present.

Clearing his throat, Horn announced loudly: "Everyone, I want to tell you that, yes, I did go to the Paradise Mountain in Heaven and met the Holy Lord Misala.

On Mount Bliss, the Holy Lord said to me, Horn, the Holy Father has decided that you will be his eyes on earth and preach the gospel for us.

I said, how can an ordinary farmer like me take on such a big responsibility?
But the Holy Lord told me that as long as I can bring good news to the believers, I should do it even if it means death. How can I avoid it just because I am afraid of disaster? "

"Ugh--"

With a long sigh, Horn looked up at the sky and said sadly:
"I am naturally dull, unlike my mother, who is able to remain untainted by the muddy world. Instead, I was confused by the mundane world and forgot who I am.

I am so ashamed that the Holy Father had to call my soul back from the world and enlighten me so that I could know my mission.

Taking his eyes away from the sky, Horn opened his arms lovingly: "That is to save your lives and bring you good news!"

This tone was similar to that of an old lady who preached door-to-door in the countryside, and it quickly aroused cheers from everyone present.

"Celebrate! A new chapter in history has begun!"

"When the Holy Grandson comes, justice will prevail. When the Holy Grandson comes, sins will be redeemed!"

"Holy grandson, we love you!"

The villagers raised their hands in joy.

After handing the dejected-looking Kosei to the one-eyed Jeshka, Horn turned his gaze to Barnett not far away.

The next person to be dealt with is him.

After Father Cosset's "betrayal", Barnett's face gradually turned pale.

Ever since Saint Father Horn came down to earth and possessed him, he has not uttered a single word until now.

This was actually somewhat unexpected for Horn.

He thought that Barnett would do something desperate when the Holy Father came to earth, but until now he remained hesitant and watched Horn win over these villagers.

Do you think these villagers can't accomplish anything great?
Behind Barnett, Jeanna stood there stupidly, holding a pitchfork, but Horn was too lazy to pay attention to her for the time being.

"Cough um."

With a casual cough, the villagers suddenly quieted down. The look in their eyes made Horn himself feel creepy.

He had no doubt that even if they were asked to besiege Barnet now, as long as he said, "When the heads of Barnet fall to the ground, the souls of the dead will ascend to heaven," they would follow suit.

But Horn couldn't solve the problem so brutally.

Let’s not talk about whether we can win or not.

Every villager is a precious health pack and meat shield. Use one less and one less.

Inciting the villagers to fight against the knights was Horn's last resort and tolerance. He did not want to do so unless it was absolutely necessary.

It's not like there are no other means to deal with it. Besides, as long as the price is right, the Cavaliers are not a target that cannot be traded or wooed.

"I heard that it was the believer Barnett who chopped off my head?" As soon as Horn said this, the atmosphere, which was just warm, suddenly became much colder.

Following Horn's words, everyone present focused their attention on Barnett who was not far away.

Barnett's hand quietly tightened around the hilt of the sword.

"Believers Barnett, don't be nervous. You are an upright knight. As the saying goes, everything is the choice of the Heavenly Father. You cut off my head, I am afraid it was intentional by the Holy Father to punish and enlighten me."

At some point, Barnett slowly moved forward and came to a position five steps away from Koshorn and the other man.

Horn couldn't tell the expression on Barnett's face; it looked like scrutiny, or anger.

But no matter what Barnett's expression was, Horn always had a confident smile. Do what you love, as a professional charlatan, let alone an electric drill in your ass, even if there is a Gatling gun spraying aloe vera juice, you have to hold on.

Under Barnett's aggressive gaze, Horn's expression remained unchanged.

He knew that Barnett would most likely want to reconcile because he couldn't tell whether Horn's miracle was real or not.

He had heard that there really was an "angel" who was reincarnated into the earth and became a cardinal. Who dared to say that this was not a "miracle" of the same type?

Barnett and Horn are now in a dilemma.

Barnett was afraid that Horn was really a saintly grandson, and Horn was afraid that Barnett was really that stubborn.

In Horn's opinion, if he took the initiative to step back, not pursue the past, and even gave some sweet treats and steps, then Barnett would most likely be willing to bow his head.

After all, identifying miracles is the church's job. Even if Horn is really a devil, it's just Cosse's bad luck. He was just innocently deceived.

If he really chopped it off, and if Horn was really the grandson of the saint, then we would be in big trouble.

After looking for a full five seconds, Barnett let out a long breath.

He lowered his proud head, put the sword back into the scabbard, and touched his chest respectfully.

It’s stable. Completely stable.

Horn couldn't suppress the smile on his lips, revealing his white teeth.

"Since it is arranged by the Holy Father, then you are naturally innocent. Believer Barnett, please stand up. I have something important to announce."

After subduing Barnett, Horn had one last step left, which was to announce that the villagers could enter the forest to find food.

A famous painter once said: There are only two things that can unite people: one is a common ideal, and the other is a common crime.

Spiritual victory is difficult to overcome material threats, especially for these superstitious villagers.

In order to ensure his own safety, Horn must maintain the existence of these meat shields.

In order to maintain these meat shields, they must form a community of interests.

The flood was so severe that Horn couldn't produce any food and didn't know when the flood would stop.

Even if the knights have food, how much can they have?

Now there are so many people opening their mouths, but it’s useless.

The only way is to give orders to let the believers go into the forest to find food.

"My fellow believers, my mother did give Jeanne a divine oracle in her dream. The forest is indeed a treasure trove bestowed by the Holy Father on the poor!"

Taking two steps forward, closer to the direction of the villagers, Horn announced loudly.

The villagers immediately knew what Horn was going to say, and they hugged each other and cheered before he finished speaking.

They are just blind, not stupid. Who would want to die if there is a chance to survive?

As for the church, let Cosse and Barnett suffer, and I will bear the blame.

Thinking of this, Horn laughed.

This time he smiled sincerely, not only because he finally had a chance to survive, but also because the crisis of resurrection was finally overcome.

With the identity of the grandson of the saint, it would be a good choice for him to take the path of a priest after the flood recedes.

The cardinal's current location is Horn's target.

He would definitely not allow the "Holy Father" to come down to earth again. If he was exposed, it would be the end of him. The identities of "Holy Grandson" and "Eye of the Holy Father" would be enough for him to live on for the rest of his life.

The tense nerves finally relaxed. Horn did not notice that after hearing the speech, Barnett's body began to tremble slightly.

"Since the forest is the property of the church, it is also the property of the Lord. I hereby decree that you are all now allowed to go to the forest..."

"Chong-"

As he spoke, Horn heard an almost inaudible humming sound from a long sword.

not good!

A deafening roar came out of Barnett's mouth, and even the muscles in his cheeks were trembling.

"This is the devil!"

Barnett roared and rushed towards Horn.

With the help of the breathing method, Barnett's skin turned red, and in the blink of an eye he took four steps and rushed to Horn.

The hideous and crazy face was so close to him, as if Horn was the murderer of his father.

The sword blade cut through the air, making a ghostly scream, and swung straight towards Horn's head.

Come again?

Horn's smile froze on his face.

How deep is the hatred and resentment? Haven't I tried to clear it for you in a roundabout way? You have already admitted that you are a coward, so why do you want to overturn the table!

are you crazy!

Or did he discover that he was a fake?
That's impossible. Where was it discovered? Is there any other reason?

At such a close distance, he had no time to react, let alone dodge. Could it be that he had just come to this world and was about to leave again?

The slanting raindrops, the flowing flood, everyone's wide-open mouths, Jeanna's terrified and desperate cry, everything seemed to stop at this moment.

"Rumble--"

"Do not--"

(End of this chapter)