When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

It was the morning of September 13th, 1444, Imperial Calendar.

Bright sunlight streamed in through the windows, illuminating the floor of the Stag Room in the Papal Palace.

Though the walls were adorned with dog heads, it didn't detract from the room's name: the Stag Room.

For within the Papal Palace of the Holy See, the Pope's study was likewise called the Stag Room.

The Gulag Monastery was still the Gulag Monastery, but the Gulag Church was no longer the Gulag Church, but the Papal Palace.

Because the great Pope Honorius resided in this palace.

Wherever the Pope was, there was the Papal Palace.

The Stag Room's hall, three meters wide and six meters long, seemed endless, filled with a throng of people.

The entire room was bathed in amber sunlight, as if truly encased in amber.

The great newly crowned Pope, Honorius Gallar, was present in this room, meeting with his four close cardinals and two Templar Knights.

The six key figures of the Gulag Papal State stepped forward in turn, gave a perfunctory kiss to Honorius's hand, and then took their seats.

"Welcome to the Stag Room, my dear Cardinals!" Having removed the original square scribal desk, Honorius replaced it with a round table.

He had previously stated that the round table represented equality, with no distinction between high and low, allowing everyone present to speak their minds freely.

Despite this, as Honorius surveyed the table, he could still discern that the seemingly unbreakable alliance of Tomley and the others was in fact divided into three factions.

Tomley, Chilvis, and Grampwen sat together on Honorius's left.

This faction was mainly composed of armed peasants and local ruffians, and currently controlled parts of the monastery and most of the refugee camp.

Madland sat alone on Honorius's right. From Honorius's coronation that day, it seemed that Madland did not agree with his becoming Pope.

He likely represented the interests of vagrants and tenant farmers, but his base was mostly outside the Gulag Monastery, and his military strength and influence were not as great as the other two factions.

As for the opposite side of the table, there were Jeanne and Danji.

Although these two were sitting together, their expressions were not good, indicating that their previous conversation had not been pleasant.

Led by Danji, this faction consisted of the clergy and monks within the Gulag Monastery, as well as the remaining three or five knights and seven or eight night watchmen.

According to the information Honorius had gathered, this Danji was the most peculiar. Logically, he should have been on the side of the clergy, a protector of the clergy.

But in reality, he was more inclined towards the commoners outside the monastery, giving the impression of being in Cao's camp but with his heart in Han.

Indeed, within a party, there are no factions, and everything is strange.

But this was exactly the opportunity Honorius needed. If they were monolithic, that would be a headache.

"Today, I have gathered you all here, first to inform you of something: thanks to the grace of the Holy Father, I have fully recovered from my illness."

"Praise be to our Lord!" The key figures in the hall offered scattered and uneven praise.

"Secondly, we need to discuss the future path and how to allocate food during this period. Everyone can speak freely. What do you think? Let's discuss it."

With that, Honorius leaned back, resting his back against the chair, crossed his legs, and acted as if it were none of his business.

"Your Holiness," Tomley frowned, "You proposed yesterday to tell us the way out, why are you asking us to discuss it today?"

"If you don't discuss it, how will I know if my way out suits your wishes?"

"If you don't say it, how can we discuss it?"

"Madland, what do you think?" Ignoring Tomley, Honorius looked at Madland, who had been hesitant to speak several times.

Madland glanced at Tomley and the other two, and nodded: "Your Holiness, I believe that electing a Pope was a last resort, imitating the Pope to appease the people.

We can send someone to Cascia County to seek the help of Dean Juan Nore, he will surely be willing to protect us and help us explain the misunderstanding."

"Cascia County is so far away, by the time we find him, we will have been wiped out by the Church's army. Distant water cannot quench immediate thirst," Chilvis immediately objected.

"What is there to fear from the Church's army?"

"Oh?" Honorius looked at Danji with surprise, "What high opinion does Commander Danji have?"

"We are here to protect the common people," Danji said with righteousness, "In the face of such righteousness, even if the Church comes to attack us, it will only melt like snow in the sun.

We will explain first, and they will surely understand. But if they really come to attack, I will go to the front lines, and with just a few words, I can make them retreat in shame!"

The smile on Honorius's face immediately collapsed. He really thought you had some brilliant idea, you numbskull.

"Your Holiness, I believe that what Lord Danji said, although somewhat biased, is indeed reasonable.

To be honest, instead of considering whether the Church's army will wipe us out, it's better to consider the problem of the refugees' stomachs first..."

"Wasn't food released three days ago? Why release food again?" Tomley hurriedly interrupted before Madland could finish.

"You only release one day's ration at a time. It's not like there's no food in the warehouse, why not release food?"

"Can you starve to death if you don't eat for two days? Huh? Can you starve to death if you don't eat for two days?"

"What you're doing is no different from Dürdaff! We helped you break through the monastery, not to replace it with a new Dürdaff!"

"What do you mean, are you accusing His Holiness of being Dürdaff?"

"Don't twist my words, when did I say His Holiness was Dürdaff, I'm talking about you!"

"You goat-herding swine, stealing fugitive!"

"Fatherless horse thief! Bastard! Look at you, no wonder your father doesn't want to acknowledge you!"

"Shut your dirty mouth! Lowly thief!"

"You shut your dirty mouth!"

The argument gradually shifted from practical matters to personal attacks and began to escalate, with both sides slamming the table and spewing saliva.

In the end, someone started the fight. The two archbishops jumped onto the round table, grabbing each other's collars, walking around in circles on the table like tumbling dolls.

"Fighting before the Holy See! What kind of behavior is this!"

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"Stop, don't fight anymore, His Holiness is still here!"

"Come down quickly, the table is slippery! Hey, be careful!"

Honorius didn't want to interfere, letting them argue for a while longer to let the conflict ferment, but he really didn't expect the two to actually start fighting.

What Honorius didn't know was that during his coma, the conflict between the two sides had fully fermented, only lacking an opportunity.

Honorius just happened to provide this opportunity.

This wouldn't do. Honorius picked up the Papal Scepter and frantically knocked on the wooden tabletop.

"Silence! Si-lence--"

Amidst a cacophony of collapsing sounds, the round table overturned, tablecloths, candlesticks, scrolls, and ink fell to the ground.

Amidst the sound of tearing fabric, Madland and Tomley fell to the ground entangled.

But the two hugged each other on the ground, still tearing at each other, sometimes Madland locking Tomley, sometimes Tomley locking Madland.

The two rolled around on the narrow ground, all the tables and chairs were knocked over, and even the dog head on the wall was shaken down.

In a short while, the two people's clothes were torn, their shoes were lost, their eye sockets were swollen, Tomley's beard was plucked bald in one area, and most of Madland's buttocks were exposed.

"Silence!" Honorius shouted almost hoarsely, knocking on the Papal Scepter.

But the two still didn't stop, cursing and rolling on the ground in a ball.

Perhaps unable to bear it any longer, Danji stepped forward, grabbing one person with each hand, completely separating the two.

Looking at them standing at each end of the room, still red-eyed and panting like two fighting bulls.

Standing in the center of the room, Honorius felt so tired for the first time.

Looking around, looking at these high-level officials of the Papal State:

Archbishop Tomley was a hooligan, Archbishop Madland was a fugitive, Archbishop Chilvis was a fake wine seller, Archbishop Grampwen was a circus clown, Grand Commander Danji of the Holy Grail Knights was a madman, and Knight Commander Jeanne was a witch.

A wealth of talent.

In Madland's grateful eyes, Honorius stepped forward, tore off his belt, and helped him put on his pants.

Supporting himself with the Papal Scepter, turning around, facing the messy Stag Room hall, Honorius didn't play any tricks, and said bluntly: "This is what I think about the future path, I want to go to Black Serpent Bay to avoid it, I have a way to go to Black Serpent Bay, to ensure your safety.

Those who want to go to Cascia County, go to Cascia County to find Juan Nore, you go by yourselves, those who want to stay, stay, as for food, Tomley, release another day's worth."

"But, Pope Honorius..."

"I said, release a day's worth of food, what? Do you want to stay?"

Touching his bald beard, Tomley glared at Madland venomously: "Okay! I'll release the food."

"I have met your requirements, and you must also meet my requirements. Based on this, I propose three requirements," Honorius raised three fingers.

"First, I demand that my electorate, that is, the villagers of Red Mill Village, have the right to live freely, and you must not interfere with their actions.

Second, I require you to find orphans aged 10 to 14 among the villagers to join my child army and become my godchildren to protect my safety.

Third, I accept your surveillance and protection, but I demand to be able to walk freely within the Gulag Monastery."

"I have finished speaking, who agrees? Who opposes?"

There will be another chapter later