When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

The sun was already shining on the gargoyles on the roof of the Papal Palace, and according to the customs of the Thousand River Valley, it was time for breakfast.

But for the upper-class nobles, this time, around 10 a.m., was too late for breakfast and too early for lunch.

They ate three meals a day, and for nobles, eating at the same time as the farmers was simply an insult.

But when he entered the Stag Room for the second Privy Council meeting, Horn still nibbled on two pieces of dry bread to fill his stomach.

There was no way, his body's biological clock couldn't be changed in a short time, and he didn't want his stomach to rumble halfway through the meeting.

Pushing open the obtuse-angled square door of the Stag Room, Horn wore a smile as warm as a spring breeze: "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting due to busy affairs."

The other cardinals immediately stood up and saluted.

On one side were Granpwen and Chilvers, and on the other were Madeland with his head wrapped and Cosay, who had regained his peak weight, while facing south were Danji and Jeanne.

Taking the seat facing south at the round table without hesitation, Horn didn't say any nonsense and went straight to the point: "There are two agenda items for this Privy Council meeting, one is personnel issues, and the other is military issues.

The military issues are more complicated, so for the previous personnel issues, we will quickly vote according to the rules of the church. Does anyone have any objections?"

All the cardinals kept their mouths shut and shook their heads.

"The first thing is to restore Granpwen and Chilvers to their positions as cardinals."

The cardinals didn't move, all staring at Horn. Horn waited for a long time, and when no one expressed their opinion, he had to raise his hand and say, "I approve."

"I approve."

"Then I also approve."

Seeing Horn raise his hand to express his approval, the other cardinals immediately raised their hands to approve.

"The second thing is to promote Cosay to Chief Cardinal and promote Madeland to Deputy Chief Cardinal."

This time, everyone's eyes were focused on Cosay, who immediately puffed out his chest.

The main reason why Horn promoted Cosay to Chief Cardinal was to install his own people in the College of Cardinals.

Besides, Cosay was from the Holy Old Cardinal, and when the Holy Father descended, he was the first to come forward and kiss his boots.

In addition, he has many advantages, such as his strong plasticity, flexibility, easy-going nature, unstable stance, unremarkable views, and high ideological obedience and spiritual controllability.

Specifically, he is easy to control and manipulate. Horn doesn't want an overly strong Chief Cardinal, such as Townley, who is a negative example.

With several personnel adjustments, the current high-level structure of the Papal State is like this:

Pope Horn is an accounting apprentice, possesses the highest cultural paper-making skills in the Papal State, and even studies for a bachelor's degree in elementary school in his spare time.

Chief Cardinal Cosay, a butcher from the Moulin Rouge village, bought his holy office with money and is illiterate.

Deputy Chief Cardinal Madeland, a bakery apprentice, was imprisoned for stealing his master's property, later escaped, and insisted that the judge framed him.

Cardinal Granpwen is a circus clown, can write his name, knows a bunch of medicinal materials, and can even do addition and subtraction within ten. His cultural paper-making skills are not low.

Cardinal Chilvers is a drunkard who sells fake wine and is drunk half the time.

Grand Master Danjihead of the Holy Grail Knights is a lunatic who has been fooled by knight novels, and Knight Commander Jeanne is even more heavyweight, a witch.

Maintaining the position of Pope is not Horn's obsession with power.

He has no choice but to act, and he has to act like the real deal.

At least before leaving this large cage of Thousand River Valley, he still has to honestly pretend to be a grandson.

And the rest of the people can only accompany Horn in this play.

The people present, except for the confused old Cosay, actually had some guesses about Horn's identity in their hearts.

But they didn't have the guts to point it out, after all, Townley's example was not far away.

"Before I came, Granpwen had already explained the situation to everyone.

Now we are all grasshoppers on the same rope, sharing prosperity and suffering losses together.

So don't be restrained, let's speak freely about the heretical Archbishop Barneyforth of Highfort sending troops to attack."

Defining the behavior of Archbishop Barneyforth of Highfort, Horn closed the scroll in his hand, leaned back on the seat, spread his hands, and smiled: "Let's discuss it."

But all he got was the cardinals looking at each other.

These guys are not the legendary great knights or consecrated bishops, and a few people can sweep hundreds of people.

Horn estimated that the task of truly resisting the attacking church army would ultimately fall on the villagers.

Then how to motivate the refugees to help them fight against the church's army has become the top priority.

"I have a word..."

"Chilvers!" Before Danji finished speaking, Horn pointed out Chilvers, "What do you think?"

"Holy Grandson Your Majesty, if you want someone to do something, it's nothing more than giving money, giving women, and giving land." Chilvers' eyes were bloodshot, but his thinking was quite clear.

"Giving money doesn't necessarily mean having combat power." Madeland objected, "Giving a farmer 10,000 gold pounds won't make him beat a penniless wandering knight."

"Then what do you think?" Horn crossed his hands and placed them on his chin, looking at Madeland with encouraging eyes.

Madeland puffed out his chest: "People live a lifetime, and wealth cannot be taken to heaven or hell. What they want most is their destination after death and the honor of this world.

Titles and posthumous honors are the only two things that can give them the courage to go into battle."

"Honor, can honor be eaten?" Granpwen objected, "Whether it's money or honor, it can only inspire them to say 'I have courage'."

Standing up, Granpwen said sternly: "Your Majesty, I think the most important thing is weapons, armor, and training.

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With armor and weapons, they have enough confidence. If they have been trained and seen it before, courage will naturally come."

"But even if they have weapons and armor, money and titles, do they really dare to fight against an army of more than two hundred people?"

After listening to what they said, Horn asked slowly.

Refugees and serfs fear knights and war, while armed farmers fear the church.

The common villagers have a natural fear of the church and knights.

It is quite difficult to eliminate this natural fear. The long-term oppression of knights and the church has caused many villagers to shiver at the mention of war and the church.

Everyone present has risen from the bottom like a rocket. They are truly commoners in the morning and in the Papal Palace in the evening.

They know the situation at the bottom very well.

Everyone was in trouble. The others were not Horn or Granpwen's group. They had no choice but to fight against the church.

When the church and the army came, they might forget Horn and choose to surrender directly.

"Alas!" Chilvers' eyes lit up and he raised a finger, "I have an idea for you."

"What?"

"According to Sister Diya, this army does not have the participation of knights, only armored soldiers and night watchmen, then we can not say they are 'church', and not call this 'war'."

As soon as Chilvers said this, the Stag Room fell silent, and Horn frowned and fell into deep thought.

Seeing that the others were not speaking, Cosay cleared his throat: "Ahem, allow the sinner old Cosay to say a few fair words. Although the common people are dull, they are all devout believers...

Deceiving them onto the battlefield like this is really against the teachings and precepts. Old Cosay still calls on everyone to follow the right path..."

"That's a good idea." After thinking for a long time, Horn made up his mind and finally couldn't wait to say.

"...From the right path, if a kind lie can reduce the sins in the hearts of the common people, then it is okay to do it."

Old Cosay completed his words without changing his expression, and nodded to Horn with an approving smile.

"Then what should we call it? If we call it a devil, the villagers will still be afraid. If we call it a bandit, they will still be afraid.

No matter what we say, as long as it is related to war, they will be afraid." Granpwen raised his hand and asked.

This time, everyone present was stumped. They lowered their heads and drew on the paper, but couldn't think of a good excuse.

"How about this." Horn saw that it was getting late and stood up from his seat, "It's lunchtime, you guys think about it carefully. When the sun reaches that branch, let's make a charter together."

"What about the excuse?"

"Let's call the church army 'extraterritorial forces'. Although it's just going around in circles, it can eliminate a lot of fear. As for war, let's change it to 'special knight competition action'."

The cardinals exchanged glances, then stood up at the same time and replied in unison: "Yes, Your Majesty."

ps There will be another chapter later