Chapter 85: Holy Grandson's Root [First Order] (Fourth Update)
On the morning of October 1444, 10 in the Imperial Calendar, they were still 6 miles away from Joan of Arc.

A sharp whistle sounded in the camp. It was already time for morning prayers. According to the itinerary, the vast majority of citizens of the Papal States had to get up at this time.

A corner of the golden sun appeared, and milky white smoke rose from under the food shed to the sky.

The elders of the Papal States walked out of their straw huts, with a stern face, trying to maintain their dignity, blowing whistles and ordering the fifty or sixty citizens under their command to get up.

Soldiers in black cloaks walked out of the camp, and villagers in various clothes also walked out of the straw huts.

Shivering, they formed several rows in the cold air and, led by the elders, walked towards the food shed.

It's a new day again.

Morning prayer, feeding the horses, dance, and breakfast.

Everything is going on in an orderly manner, almost becoming a mechanical life.

Most of the villagers have adapted to this kind of life where they don't have to think too much.

There are no ruffians looking for trouble, no nobles or priests collecting taxes, and no need to worry about what to do tomorrow.

As long as the ten households obey the hundred households, and the hundred households obey the Pope, and work honestly, they will be rewarded and promoted.

At this moment, the power center of the entire Papal State, the great grandson of the Holy Spirit, the Eye of God, the Chosen Pope, the Grand Marshal, the first champion of the Special Knights' Tournament - His Majesty Horn, was sitting in the carriage, sniffing his nose and eating dry biscuits.

He had herbs wrapped around his thighs and was even pulling out the hangnails on his chin with a grimace.

"Your Majesty the Holy Grandson, Your Majesty the Holy Grandson." A public servant squeezed through the crowd and waved to Horn.

Two guards immediately stopped him with spears.

Across the crossed spears, the public farmer asked, "Your Majesty, where is the Knight of Danji going? He made an appointment to come to my place yesterday to eat roast rabbit."

"Danji didn't make it to the rope bridge. He left early. It's okay. We'll see each other again in the future."

"That's a pity. I left half a rabbit leg for him." The public book farmer clicked his tongue and walked towards the captain of the hundred households where he was, holding the half rabbit leg.

Looking at the departing figure, Horn turned his head to look at the elders who had gathered around him.

"Is there anything unusual?"

"I observed the sky last night and found that the Emperor Star was wandering. This is really a bad sign." An elder said worriedly.

"Where were the stars last night? Get out of here, I want to talk to His Holiness the Pope." Pushing aside the empty-talking elder, another thin elder reported, "There's nothing wrong with us, the ten households, it's just that the weather is getting colder, so we need to put on more clothes, and many people have caught colds."

"Well, Madeleine, Madeleine! stop fiddling with your needlework, you can't learn it; go and get the tailors to make us all a cloak or a waistcoat, or something like that, to distinguish us."

"okay."

"Is there anything else? If not, we'll set off according to yesterday's plan."

According to the rules and regulations designed by Horn, when setting up camp every afternoon, twenty elders, two centurions, and two legion commanders would go to the camp to discuss matters.

After determining tomorrow's marching order and defense situation, everyone will make arrangements in advance, and the morning meeting the next day will be used to make minor adjustments.

Of course, as the Pope, Horn’s command authority is also unlimited, so when the whistle blows, the whole country has to listen to me.

"Then, let's set off."

As the whistle sounded, Jeanne took the lead, riding clumsily on the horse, holding the battle flag in her hand to lead the way.

Behind her were three brigades of the Guards.

Behind the Guards were armored vehicles, and on both sides of the armored vehicles were teams of citizens led by various senators.

On both sides of the team were the Black Hat Army responsible for cover, and at the end there were two brigades at the end to cover the rear.

From here forward is the mountain road, the narrowest part of which can only accommodate three people walking side by side.

If a carriage wants to pass, it must let the horses pass first and then push the carriage manually, otherwise it will be stuck there.

Unfortunately, Horn was injured in the thigh by Saint Sun and had to take a carriage. Otherwise, Horn usually walked by himself.

The wheels of the carriage rolled over the ground, and Horn began to feel like vomiting as the carriage shook.

"When did a tombstone appear here? Why is there a rabbit leg on it? Who dropped it there?"

"Do you know what it says?"

"Hiss, it seems so, it seems so, oh... I don't know."

"Move aside, let me do it. What it says is—"

"Here, the last knight on the continent is buried."

……………………When the first ray of sunlight in the early morning fell on the Honey River, many refugees had already woken up from their sleep.

They stood up from the straw and even the mud, but compared to before, their thin and sunken faces had become much fuller.

After all, since they have the method of using potato roots to remove poison, they will still go hungry, but at least they will not starve to death.

Although the creek and the forest are watched over by forest rangers, they are now in danger of losing their lives, so why should they be afraid of this?
"Where are you from?" Carrying a basket full of potato roots, the young refugee stood in front of two new refugees who were lying on the ground, unable to walk.

"Honey River Township." The old man who answered made a hissing sound from his throat like a broken bellows.

Thomas took a potato root from the basket and threw it to the two refugees who were limp and unable to walk: "Eat it."

"This is a potato root." The old man picked up the potato root and was horrified. "Are you trying to poison me?"

"What are you talking about!" Thomas' eyes widened, "This is Sheng Sungen."

"Holy grandson root?" The old man stroked it suspiciously but still didn't dare to eat it.

Thomas walked straight up to it, picked it up, put it in his mouth, took a bite, and started chewing it with a crunching sound.

"Hey, I didn't say no." Seeing Thomas chewing and swallowing in big mouthfuls, the old man immediately regretted it.

Thomas helped him up and stuffed the unfinished half of the stick into his arms: "Okay, let's go, come to our camp, so we can take care of you."

The old man ate two bites, broke off two pieces and stuffed them into his grandson's mouth, then followed Thomas forward with trembling steps.

"Brother Thomas." After exchanging names, the old man asked, "What is this Shengsungen?"

"The Shengsun root is the potato root that has been detoxified after being taught by the Shengsunzi. In this autumn, the whole mountain is full of potato roots." Thomas supported the old man's arm. "If it weren't for the Shengsun root, we would have starved to death long ago."

"Who is the Holy Grandson?"

"You don't even know this, but hasn't it spread all over the neighborhood?"

The old man touched his head awkwardly: "I've never heard of it."

“Holy grandson, it’s Mircella who took pity on us, the people of Thousand River Valley, and adopted a person from Thousand River Valley as her adopted son. He is the legendary Chosen Pope of the Thousand River Valley.

It is said that the Holy Grandson of the Chosen Pope is nine feet tall, his arms are thicker than a normal person's thighs, and he can uproot a large locust tree with one hand. "

"Oh, it's so powerful, how can we resist it?" The old man was horrified.

Thomas was about to answer when he heard the sound of a whip hitting the air behind him.

His expression changed, and Thomas immediately pulled the old man and the child to lie prone behind the long grass.

But a young boy who was picking up horse manure on the roadside was not so lucky.

When he heard the sound of wheels, he wanted to escape, but the crossbow string on the side of the carriage bounced, and an arrow shot straight into the young man's back, and the young man immediately fell to the ground stiffly.

The carriage sped past.

"There are more and more refugees blocking the road." Looking out the window at the young man lying in a pool of blood, Barnifors lowered the car curtain impatiently.

"what happened?"

"It's because of those short-haired thieves. Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many refugees."

"Short-haired thief?" The black-robed monk frowned, "What is that?"

"It's the abbreviation of that group of heretics and false popes." Speaking of that group of villains, the usually calm Barneyfors' face turned green.

"I asked around. Once those rebels joined the sect, they had to cut their hair. That's why we call them short-haired."

"What's their relationship with this group of refugees?" asked the black-robed monk.

"Oh, Reverend Mitzham, you don't know that." Barniforth returned to his calm demeanor. "If there were no potato roots, those public book farmers and refugees would have starved to death long ago. How could they have the energy to cause trouble?"

Mizam laughed and said, "That's true, Bishop Barnifors. It's not that the prince is proud or arrogant. If there were no short-haired people in your territory, he would still be willing to come to your banquet."

Barney Foss's face froze for a moment. That day, he waited for a long time for a large table of delicious food and wine, but all he got was a sentence "I'm not interested in the banquet."

He even opened a bottle of expensive blue blood wine.

However, he still put on a smile: "How can we have a feast if the rebels are not eliminated? This time, His Highness Charles is chasing after the secret party rebels, and I must help.

I have sent 500 mercenaries and armed peasants to search for the false pope in the mountains of Gaotai, and they can assist Your Highness."

"good very good."

　ps burned out

　　
　
(End of this chapter)