When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

#297 - Consecration of Heroic Spirits

The next morning, the townspeople, all packed up, headed towards the temple in the center of town.

According to the notices from the heads of the households, the Pope had asked them to gather at the old temple in the center of town early this morning.

After more than a month of simple repairs, this temple, inherited from a thousand years ago, finally ushered in its reopening.

At the foot of the temple's high steps, the residents of Autumn Twilight Island were packed, looking up at the Holy Grandson Pope who was giving a speech.

"I reported to the Holy Father, requesting a blessing for the war monks who died in battle, and Mother replied in a dream last night..." Hon took a deep breath and said in the loudest voice possible, "It has been granted!"

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

Blessing? To bless all the fallen warriors at once? But there are thousands of them!

To date, the church has blessed less than a thousand people, and Hon wants to bless a thousand at once?

For Hon, what if he blessed thousands of people at once?

The holy relic 【Messiah's Chains】made by the church, every church has a section, and the total length can traverse the empire twice.

What's wrong with Hon blessing thousands of people to become saints?

"This is because the Holy Father sees that we are becoming more and more correct in the world, so he agreed to my request!"

Hon's sonorous and powerful voice resounded in front of the church.

Under the passionate words of His Holiness the Pope, the residents of the entire town boiled, and people asked, "What does 'blessing' mean?"

Under the introduction of knowledgeable people, they gradually understood that it meant that Hon could turn the dead into saints for collateral.

So that's how saints come to be?

Some families with deceased war monks were stunned. Was their child, that little brat who went to the battlefield with snot bubbles, going to become a saint?

"In order to commemorate our deceased war monks and praise their contributions to exorcising demons and saving the world, I have decided to change the temple to... the Great Cathedral of Blessed Spirits of the Fallen!"

As Hon's voice fell, the curtain covering the temple was pulled down, and the stone wall of the temple behind it appeared in front of everyone.

On the stone wall, the names of the fallen were densely engraved.

In front of the stone wall was a statue of a war monk wearing a military uniform, without a face, and of indistinguishable gender.

"To commemorate the achievements of the fallen, March 10th of each year will be Tomb Sweeping Day.

In any area with a blessed cathedral, a memorial ceremony must be held again to praise their achievements!"

Under the leadership of Das, a dozen or so disabled Salvation Army war monks slowly walked out.

They held wreaths, broken armor, and walked up the steps of the temple step by step with crutches.

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

In the sound of bugles and tragic organ music, they seemed to be advancing towards the enemy on the battlefield.

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

"From now on, the children of the fallen will enter school for free, and a subsidy will be provided to their wives every month." Hon solemnly scanned the crowd, "If any of you are bullied, come to the church, and the church will report directly to me! I will definitely give you an explanation!"

After a long silence, low sobs gradually came from the crowd.

This cry was like a crack, getting more and more, bigger and bigger.

In the end, most of the people present had red eyes.

Your Majesty, you really haven't forgotten them. The Papal States and the Salvation Army have not forgotten the fallen monks either.

Their names are engraved on the thousand-year-old stone tablet and will continue for another thousand years.

Even though they are dead, as long as the Papal States does not fall, these heroic war monks will never be forgotten.

As long as the Papal States does not fall...

Many family members of fallen monks in the crowd clenched their fists.

Even for the sake of these dead relatives and friends, the Papal States must never fall.

They have poured so much blood and made so many sacrifices to win these achievements for the people present.

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

"This is our country..."

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

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

Hon stood in front of the statue, kissed the statue's forehead, and solemnly put a wreath on the statue.

Throughout the entire ceremony, no one made the slightest sound except for the solemn and solemn music.

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

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

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"Rather than peasant rebels, they are more like a religious order of believers." Bernardo murmured.

"Bernardo, what are you mumbling about?" Leffey waved his hand in front of Bernardo's face. "The Pope is giving a speech, listen carefully. I can't remember when the accompanying chaplain asks."

Helplessly raising his head, Bernardo looked at the boy, who was even a few years younger than himself, standing at the focus of everyone's attention.

"At the same time, to reward everyone in Daze Township for providing us with fish and swords in the previous war."

Hon 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 Hon's speech came to an end, under the command of the night watchmen maintaining order, the townspeople present flocked to visit.

The parents and wives of the fallen compared their children's/husbands'/fathers' names one by one according to their military badges.

After finding it, they either shouted proudly or burst into tears.

After holding the political ceremony, Hon did not stop, but went straight back to the prayer room.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Martin, who was a little anxious, pacing back and forth in the room.

"Oh, it's Martin, please sit down first." Hon asked Martin to sit down first, while he rummaged around the bookshelf.

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

Seemingly to distract himself, he leaned his head and picked up a peculiar little gadget from the table.

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

"Your Majesty, what is this?"

"This is called an abacus, a new type of counting chip passed down from Elysium Mountain." Hon put a stack of documents on the table, took the abacus from Martin's hand, and shook his wrist.

The abacus immediately made a rattling sound.

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

I am going to implement double-entry bookkeeping. Their arithmetic level really needs to be learned."

"I see." Martin nodded impatiently. "What did Your Majesty call me here for? If there is nothing important, I want to go back to the library quickly."

"Don't worry, don't worry." Hon sat upright at the desk, moved his butt twice, and then said slowly, "How is the flood situation in your Kasha County? Is there any surplus grain? I want to buy some."