When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Holy Grandson?

Horne's heart skipped a beat.

Seeing everyone kneeling before him, he realized they were talking about him.

Wait, it's Holy Father, Holy Tree, Holy Lord, shouldn't it be Holy Son for him?

Where did this grandson come from?

His mouth opened halfway, but Horne couldn't make a sound.

You know, this kind of charade is all about timing.

If the rhythm is broken and they calm down, the subsequent plans will be difficult to implement.

Strike while the iron is hot, it must be completed in one go.

Swallowing the words of explanation, Horne gritted his teeth, smiled, and nodded elegantly in agreement.

Taking a deep breath, he put on a calm and amiable expression and helped the fainting Cosey up.

"Father Cosey, please rise. It is fine to express respect to the Holy Father with such great ceremony, but although I am, uh, the Holy Grandson, we are all lambs of the Holy Father, so how can there be high or low status?"

Supporting Cosey, Horne looked at everyone present once again: "Everyone, don't be afraid. Can anyone tell me what happened after my soul ascended to heaven?"

Before anyone could react, the one-eyed man jumped out again and recounted what had happened to Horne.

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

"Oh, so the Holy Father also descended to earth during my resurrection?"

"The Holy Father is merciful, this is not forgiving your sins, it is He who has taken your sins for you."

"I am foolish, I don't know what 'the stars return to their places, the Middle Earth will be auspicious' means."

"The Holy Father actually said that? Alas, how can a farmer like me lead everyone?"

Sometimes widening his eyes in surprise, sometimes drawing the Chi symbol with joy, Horne listened to the one-eyed man's account with feigned sincerity.

It must be said, this kid is dressed in rags, but he speaks quite coherently.

After listening to the one-eyed man's narration, Horne patted him on the shoulder: "What's your name?"

"My name is Jeshka, Holy Grandson Master."

Horne nodded slightly, but did not continue to say anything to him, but turned his body to the others present.

Clearing his throat, Horne announced loudly: "Everyone, I want to inform you, yes, I did go to the Heavenly Paradise Mountain and saw the Holy Lord Messiah.

On Paradise Mountain, the Holy Lord said to me, Horne, the Holy Father has decided that you will be His eyes on earth, spreading the gospel for us.

I said, how can an ordinary farmer like me bear such a great responsibility?

But the Holy Lord said to me, as long as you can bring the gospel to the believers, even if you die, you must do it, how can you avoid it just because you are afraid of disaster."

"Alas—"

With a long sigh, Horne looked up at the sky and said in a melancholy voice:

"I am naturally dull, unlike Mother, who can emerge from the mud without being stained, but I am bewitched by the mortal world and have forgotten who I am.

It is truly shameful that the Holy Father had to recall my soul from the human world and awaken me so that I would know my mission."

Bringing his gaze back from the sky, Horne opened his arms lovingly: "That is to save your lives and bring you the gospel!"

This tone, like an old lady from the countryside going door-to-door to preach, quickly aroused cheers from everyone present.

"Rejoice! History has opened a new chapter!"

"Holy Grandson Master has come, there will be fairness, Holy Grandson Master has come, sins will be redeemed!"

"Holy Grandson, we love and respect you!"

The villagers cheered and raised their hands.

Handing the pale-faced Cosey to the one-eyed Jeshka, Horne turned his gaze to Barnett not far away.

Next, he had to deal with him.

After Father Cosey's "betrayal", Barnett's face gradually turned livid.

Since the Holy Father Horne descended and possessed him, he had not said a single word until now.

This was actually somewhat beyond Horne's expectations.

He had thought that Barnett would jump over the wall when the Holy Father descended, but until now he still maintained a hesitant attitude, watching Horne win over these villagers.

Did he think these villagers couldn't do anything big?

Behind Barnett, Jeanna stood there dumbly, propping up a pitchfork, but Horne was too lazy to care about her for the time being.

"Cough."

With a casual cough, the villagers immediately quieted down, their eyes making Horne's own hair stand on end.

He had no doubt that even if he asked them to besiege Barnett now, as long as he said, "Barnett's head falls to the ground, and the souls of those who die in battle will ascend to heaven", they would follow one another.

But Horne couldn't solve the problem so barbarically.

Putting aside whether he could win or not.

Each villager is a precious blood bag and meat shield, and each one used is one less.

Encouraging the villagers to fight against the knights is Horne's last resort and tolerance, and he doesn't want to do it unless he has to.

It's not like there aren't other ways to deal with it, and besides, as long as the price is right, knights are not objects that cannot be traded and won over.

"I heard that it was believer Barnett who cut off my head?" As soon as Horne said this, the atmosphere that had just been warm suddenly cooled a lot.

With Horne's words, everyone present focused their gazes on Barnett not far away.

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

"Believer 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'm afraid it was intentional by the Holy Father, to punish and awaken me."

At some point, Barnett slowly advanced and walked to a position five steps away from Cosey and Horne.

Horne couldn't distinguish the expression on Barnett's face, like scrutiny, or like anger.

But no matter what Barnett's expression was, Horne had a confident smile.

Love what you do, do what you love. As a professional swindler, even if there is a drill in the chrysanthemum, even if there is a Gatling gun spraying aloe juice, you have to hold it in.

Under Barnett's aggressive gaze, Horne's expression did not change at all.

He knew that Barnett was likely to reconcile, because he couldn't tell whether Horne's miracle was real or not.

He had heard that someone who was really an "angel" descended and reincarnated had become a cardinal, who dared to say that this was not the same type of "miracle"?

Barnett and Horne are now like wolves fighting with sticks, afraid of each other.

Barnett is afraid that Horne is really the Holy Grandson, and Horne is afraid that Barnett is really so stubborn.

In Horne's opinion, he took the initiative to step back, not pursuing the past, and even gave some sweetness and a step down, then Barnett would most likely be willing to bow his head.

After all, identifying miracles is the church's business, even if Horne is really a demon, then Cosey is unlucky, he was just innocently deceived.

If he really stubbornly hacked up, if Horne is really the Holy Grandson, then it would be a big trouble.

After watching for a full five seconds, Barnett spit out a large mouthful of turbid air.

He lowered his arrogant head, inserted his long sword into its sheath, and respectfully performed a chest-stroking salute.

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Stable, completely stable.

Horne couldn't suppress the smile at the corner of his mouth, revealing his white teeth.

"Since it is the Holy Father's arrangement, then you are naturally innocent. Believer Barnett, please rise, I have important things to announce."

Having subdued Barnett, Horne had one last finishing step, which was to announce that the villagers could go into the forest to forage.

A well-known 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 defeat material threats, especially these superstitious villagers.

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

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

The flood is滔天, Horne can't conjure up food, and doesn't know when the flood will stop.

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

Now there are so many mouths to feed, no amount will be useful.

The only way is to order the believers to go into the forest to forage.

"Believers, Mother did indeed pass down a divine revelation to Jeanna in a dream, the forest is indeed a treasure trove bestowed by the Holy Father to the poor!"

Taking two steps forward, closer to the villagers, Horne announced loudly.

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

They are only blindly superstitious, not stupid. Given the opportunity to live, who would want to die?

As for the church, Cosey and Barnett will suffer, and I will bear the infamy.

Thinking of this, Horne smiled along.

This time he was smiling sincerely, not only because he finally had the opportunity to live, but also because the crisis of resurrection was finally over.

With this identity as the Holy Grandson, it would be a good choice to take the path of a priest after the flood recedes.

The current position of that cardinal is Horne's goal.

He will definitely not allow the "Holy Father" to descend again. If he is exposed, it will be over. An identity as "Holy Grandson" and "Eye of the Holy Father" is enough for him to eat for a lifetime.

The tightly stretched nerves finally relaxed, and Horne did not notice at all that Barnett's body began to tremble slightly after hearing the speech.

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

"Clang—"

While speaking, Horne heard a barely audible hum of a long sword.

Not good!

A deafening roar erupted from Barnett's mouth, and even the muscles on his cheeks were trembling.

"This is a devil!"

Barnett shouted and pounced on Horne.

With the blessing of the breathing technique, Barnett's skin was flushed, and in the blink of an eye, he took four steps and rushed to Horne's front.

That hideous and terrifying face was close at hand, as if Horne was his father's murderer.

The blade cut through the air, bringing a wailing scream, and swung straight at Horne's head.

Again?

Horne's smile froze on his face.

How much hatred and resentment is there? Didn't I whitewash you by being circuitous? You have admitted your cowardice, why do you still want to overturn the table!

Are you a psychopath!

Or, did he find out that he was fake?

Impossible, where did he find out? Could it be for other reasons?

He couldn't react at such a close distance, let alone dodge. Could it be that he was about to leave this world again after just arriving?

Slanting raindrops, flowing floods, everyone's wide mouths, Jeanna's frightened and desperate shouts, everything seemed to freeze at this moment.

"Rumble—"

"No—"