These people were dressed in gorgeous and noble clothes, standing in two rows, with respectful expressions and pious attitudes, as if they were praying for the common people.
The fluorescent stones taken from the monsters emitted a holy and soft light, shining in the hall and on them.
His body, face, and even every eyelash exuded a solemn and sacred aura in soft light.
On the high steps behind these people, stood an old man holding a scepter, wearing a crown, and wearing gorgeous robes like the stars and the moon.
He had an elegant temperament and a gentle expression, but his white hair on the temples and slightly sunken eyes made him look...
A bit haggard.
When Barton saw this elegant old man, he was shocked, his eyes widened, and he stood there unable to move.
"Teach, Your Holiness."
Barton looked up at him blankly, his heart filled with shock and indescribable awe.
He didn't expect that he could actually see this great Pope with his own eyes.
Richelieu looked down at the frightened young man and narrowed his eyes slightly.
Although the latter was not good-looking and not outstanding at all, he was surprised to be able to gain the trust of the suspicious Dudian.
People in the two rows on the left and right looked at the young man one after another, sizing him up with obscure eyes and sharp eyes, wanting to see what was so extraordinary about this person that he could actually become the new pope.
However, after looking at it for a moment, everyone discovered that the latter was a real ordinary trainee knight, with no temperament in appearance alone.
You know, in many cases, other people don't know your inner self, and they often know it through you.
You can use your temperament and appearance to make assumptions about your personality and character, but the appearance and temperament of this young man really cannot match the status of "Pope".
It was the first time that Barton was watched by so many people.
He felt his heart beat faster and his whole body felt like a mountain was pressing down on him.
He couldn't breathe.
It seemed that even the dark spots of radiation hidden under his clothes were exposed to the air, making him feel insecure and nervous.
Cold sweat broke out all over his body, but he was too shy to show it, so he could only endure it secretly, and slowly walked towards the main hall under the guidance of Ernolin.
Richelieu watched Barton quietly.
After he walked in, a gentle smile slowly appeared on his gentle face, "Mr.
Barton, tomorrow is the time for you to succeed to the throne and become the new pope.
Are you ready?"
Barton's heart skipped a beat when he heard him speak, and he stammered: "Teach, Your Holiness, I, I" Seeing his reaction, the people in the two rows next to him frowned slightly, but they all lowered their heads consciously and did not show it obviously.
Richelieu raised his hand slightly, stopped his words, and said softly: "Don't be nervous.
When I was the pope, I was just as panicked as you.
I didn't even sleep all night."
At this point, he smiled softly. stand up.
The tense atmosphere in the hall suddenly relaxed, and the others looked at each other, thinking that this was true.
If it were him who succeeded to the throne, he would probably be trembling with nervousness and excitement.
When Barton saw his gentle look, he immediately felt more cordial and nodded vigorously: "I understand."
Richelieu smiled and said: "When you succeed the Pope tomorrow, you need to recite the holy scriptures.
You prepare this tonight so that there will be no mistakes.
In addition, there will be many nobles and big shots in the military region at this succession ceremony.
Come and watch, and don’t make any mistakes during the ceremony to avoid being laughed at, you know?”
Barton was shocked, "I still have to recite the Holy Scriptures."
He didn't know many characters, and they were adapted in recent years.
The Holy Scriptures were written earlier, and they were all ancient characters.
He might not be able to read them all.
I understand.
Wouldn’t it be too embarrassing if I couldn’t read halfway through the book?
Richelieu's eyes flickered slightly, and he said softly: "Don't worry, you only need to choose one of the recitations.
There is no need to recite the whole chapter.
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I will have someone come over to guide you later in the evening."
Barton breathed a sigh of relief.
He was about to say that was great, but felt that it was too casual to speak like this, so he could only say politely: "Thank you, His Majesty the Pope."
"The ceremony will be rehearsed in the evening.
You should familiarize yourself with it first."
Richelieu said gently, then turned to the people in the two rows next to him: "Tomorrow's succession ceremony, please don't make any mistakes.
All documents must be prepared.
This There is no room for carelessness, you know?"
When he said this, his expression was extremely stern, and there was no gentle attitude towards Barton at all.
"Yes" everyone responded in unison.
Ernorin also responded, sighing secretly in his heart, knowing that the matter was a foregone conclusion and there was nothing he could do to change it.
However, this was not the worst thing for him.
He guessed that the reason why the other bishops agreed was probably because he thought of a reason.
At least it would be better for this kid to be the Pope than Richelieu to be the Pope.
When it is stable, it can be emptied out and even plunder resources for its own use to a great extent.
This is something that Richelieu could not do when he was in office.
Secondly, this kid is too ordinary.
Even if he is cultivated by the resources of the Holy See in the future, it will be difficult to become popular for a while.
The certainty of replacing him in the future is far greater than that of replacing Richelieu.
Seryu is bigger In these respects, this is a major benefit.
Thinking of this, he was secretly relieved, and suddenly felt that looking at this kid was a lot more pleasing to the eye.
The night passed in a blink of an eye.
The ritual rehearsal was held all night long in St.
Mark's Square of the Holy See of Light.
Barton participated several times.
After getting familiar with it, he read the Canon of Light under the guidance of someone arranged by Richelieu.
The rest of the Bright Knights, Knight Commanders, and Bright Priests were still rehearsing over and over again.
The grand exercise ended only when they cooperated with each other without any mistakes.
The dawn slanted down from Wutuo Mountain.
Although it was early in the morning, the foot of the mountain was already extremely lively.
Groups of carriages were slowly approaching, with the flags of various nobles flying on the carriages.
Among them were carriages from the military region, as well as carriages from the Tribunal, the Knights Hall and other important figures.
Pedestrians who came to watch this grand ceremony on the side of the street were excited and pointed when they saw the carriages passing by. dong dong The holy bell rang, and the echo spread throughout Mount Uto.
The magnificent ceremony began in St.
Mark's Square.
In this square, which has been built for more than two hundred years, the sculptures of successive popes are towering and huge, overlooking the densely packed figures in the square.
With the sound of poems and music, Barton and Richelieu entered the stage and ascended to the highest altar.
Barton had never seen so many people before.
When he looked around, they were all dark heads and cheering.
He was so nervous that cold sweat covered his back.
Richelieu noticed his awkwardness and guided him slowly through the ceremony.
After a while, as the alternation ceremony ended, Richelieu withdrew from the altar, leaving Barton alone to recite the Holy Scripture of Light.
After retreating, Richelieu returned to the main hall behind the square.
At this moment, the main hall was empty, without any guards.
Everyone gathered in the square in front.
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Richelieu pushed open the door and walked into the center of the hall.
He looked up and saw a black-haired boy leaning comfortably on the chair on the papal throne behind the hall, with his legs crossed and his hands on his cheeks, looking at The ground is in trance
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