When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 1019 The Sixth Grand Council

Sherley had imagined his meeting with Horn many times.

Perhaps in prison, perhaps on the gallows, perhaps in the old palace of the Thousand Rivers Valley.

But he never imagined that the scene of their meeting would be Horn carrying the Ark of the Sacred Heart and slowly walking towards him.

The Ark of the Sacred Heart, which has been missing for over a month, was retrieved by the Sheriff of County Hotham after a month-long descent into the water.

She just inexplicably appeared in Horn's arms.

There was no wind in the monastery, but Sheri was already completely bewildered.

"Hello, Mr. Sherley."

“You you you you… the Holy Ark, how, how…” The first words Sheri had imagined for himself were completely different from what he was saying now.

"You mean this?" Horn smiled and held up the ark, which was about the size of a backpack. "I accidentally scooped it up when I was fishing."

Were they caught while fishing?

Sheri was momentarily speechless; they had been searching in the Nauan River for a month without success.

With a casual flick of his net, the grandson of the saint retrieved the sacred ark.

Could it be that Mysera really favors this country boy?
After Horn and Sherley introduced themselves and sat down at the round table in the tea room, Sherley's anxiety subsided.

Upon reflection, a skeptical smirk appeared on his lips.

Think carefully about what Horn just said. Was it intentional or accidental that it was pulled up by mistake?
This grandson of a saint had previously been known to fake miracles to deceive the villagers.

This time, it's simply that the Ark of the Sacred Relic had already been retrieved and then deliberately hung on a fishing net for Horn to retrieve.

Sherley felt he had already guessed the truth.

"Have you read the Pope's will?" Horn asked, pouring Sherley a cup of coffee from the coffee pot.

Sitting at the simple round coffee table, Sheri nodded: "I've read it. Besides announcing the divine oracle and appointing you as his successor, it also encourages the Empire to unite and reclaim the Holy Throne City."

Then I hope you will take good care of the relics transported from the Holy See, including the Ark of the Sacred Heart, the relics of saints, and the candles of angels' tears.

"Angel's Tear Candles?" Horn paused in pouring coffee. "What are they used for?"

"Pray to it, and if the reason is justified, then an angel will descend and kill the enemies of the church."

If the tear candle burns out, the angel returns to heaven, and even if another tear candle is lit, he will not appear again.

"Yes, I've met the angel." Horn said without changing his expression, crossing his legs. "May I ask what happens if all the tear candles burn out?"

Sherley gave Horn a strange look, then raised an index finger and pointed to the sky: "We guess that's Judgment Day."

Horn didn't say much about the matter, after all, there was an angel locked up in the ground in his own backyard.

"So, can I use them now?" Horn's eyes gleamed with a strange light.

Sheri sensed something was amiss, but answered truthfully anyway: "Yes, but be careful, if your reasons are unreasonable or insincere, the angels will not descend to earth."

Horn nodded to himself, as if he had heard her, but also as if he hadn't.

"Alright." With that, Sheryl's voice carried a hint of sadness. "I have delivered the will and the sacred objects. Please let me go."

“No rush.” Horn pressed down on Sherley’s shoulder. “Have you heard about my debate with Grandiva three months from now?”

When this topic came up, Sherley's previous dejection and sadness suddenly vanished: "I saw it in the newspaper, Mr. Horn. I have to warn you, this Grandiva is not a gentleman like you..."

When talking about Grandiwa, Sheryl was very talkative.

Horn explained to him everything about the policies for dealing with Grandiva, the methods the French pope usually used, the main areas of his study of scriptures and doctrines, and the possible moves he might make.

Even Horn couldn't get a word in edgewise until Sherley finally spoke up, his throat dry: "Mr. Sherley doesn't want Grandiva to win the debate."

"Of course!"

Sheryl worked hard, traveled long distances, refused any bribes, faced danger several times, and went hungry for three days without yielding.

The main reason for insisting on delivering the Ark of the Sacred Relic and the Pope's Will to Horn was not only due to the favor shown to him by two popes, but also because he didn't want Grandiva to get them.

Although Horn caused the Church a great deal of trouble, and even indirectly led to the fall of the Holy See.

But neither Sheri nor Priano harbored much ill will toward Horn.

Aside from the title of "Saint's Grandson," the criticisms leveled against him focused primarily on academic controversies surrounding his theological concepts.

After all, Horn defeated them fair and square on the battlefield and in doctrinal studies.

There's nothing more to say. If you win, you win; if you lose, you lose.

They're simply better than us, and they've done it fair and square; there's nothing to be ashamed of. While Sherry and his ilk might verbally win, they know in their hearts that they've lost.

They even held a degree of admiration and respect for Horn, given the stark contrast between the integrity of the Holy Alliance and the Church.

Although bishops like Sheri were still greedy, they at least both hated and admired those who were not greedy.

But Grandiva is different. That bastard is shameless and dirty-minded. He can't get things done himself and he won't let others do things for him either.

When facing enemies, Horn confronted them squarely and openly, writing articles in the newspapers to debate them.

Grandiwa appears open and honest on the surface, but behind the scenes, he employs a whole host of underhanded tactics.

Whether it was the former popes, Priano, or even Sheri himself, they all suffered from this.

“We only have a public feud, not a personal grudge. Although you are an enemy, you are an enemy worthy of respect.” Sherley picked up his bitter coffee and took a sip.

It must be said that Horn and his clergy, who drank black coffee instead of alcohol, made Sherley feel that giving them the Ark of the Covenant was the right decision.

He just didn't see that Horn held the milk can and the sugar jar several times, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping himself.

“But Grandiva…” When she said the words “Grandiva,” Sheri practically spat them out one by one through clenched teeth.

"I have never seen such a hypocrite who combines ignorance, arrogance, treachery, shamelessness, and vulgarity into one person."

Who is he? A fraudster who uses magic tricks, pretends to be the Holy Spirit descended to earth, and makes a big show of fooling the villagers!

He was even made pope? Does he deserve it? Was he elected by the College of Cardinals when he was crowned?
No, he just shamelessly took the position and talked to himself about it. Can you believe such a despicable person, such a shameless individual, became pope?

Horn's face inexplicably darkened: "...I can't believe it."

“That’s right. If Grandiva were in front of me right now, I would pull out my glove and smash it in his face to fight him!”

I will plunge my blade, imbued with vengeance and the hopes of countless believers, into his murky and infinitely narrow heart!

These church leaders were not just sitting idly by; Sherley spoke in complex and lengthy sentences.

"Then don't you want to see me remove the papal crown from his head?"

Sherley's eyes lit up: "You have that skill?"

Horn didn't say anything, but simply handed Sherry a draft of an open letter.

"The Holy Regiment's Confession? What is that?" Sherley muttered to himself as he read the text under the title.

But as he read, his eyes scanned the pages faster and faster. Reaching the last page, he abruptly closed his eyes, and after a long pause, opened them again to look at Horn:

"You...you want to convene the Sixth Grand Council?"

"Hahahaha." Horn laughed loudly, "Isn't Grandiva going to debate with me? If you ask me, the more people there are in a fight, the better it is to watch."

Even if you give me the Pope's will and the Ark of the Sacred Relic, the Imperials won't recognize them.

They would think I forged the will, or that I'm just denying it behind closed doors.

This sacred ark and the will are merely the name of the Imperial Pope, not the reality of the Imperial Pope. What I need to do is make the name and reality match.

Whoever wins this debate will be the next pope, and you will be the witness and judge, how about it?"

“If I force myself to side with you, I still won’t be able to convince the others.” Sherley knew Horn was telling the truth, but it was too risky.

"The more we debate, the clearer things become. The title of Pope should belong to the one who is right. If Grandiva is more deserving than me, what's wrong with giving it to him?"

Horn had barely finished speaking when there was a loud knocking on the door.

"Excuse me, you may also consider this." Horn stood up and left, but Sheryl's gaze followed Horn's retreating figure.

Is it confidence or arrogance?
Although Grandiva is a villain, his theological level is not low, especially in the three-part series.

As for this grandson of the saint, although he put forward many new doctrines and interpretations, they were all based on the premise that the Holy Alliance could freely question the scriptures.

Horn's own philosophical knowledge is good, but that doesn't necessarily mean his theological knowledge is high.

Just as Sherley hesitated, Horn opened the door, not bothering to hide it from Sherley: "Where did the letter come from?"

“The letter was delivered by the Evangelical Court Frans, through the Thousand River Valley Trading Company.”

Looking at the letter urgently delivered by the monks of the Evangelical Fellowship in his hand, Horn couldn't help but chuckle.

"What's wrong, Your Majesty?" Sheri heard a chuckle and quickly looked up to ask.

“It’s nothing,” Horn said, barely suppressing a laugh. “Since Grandiva wants to debate the ‘Biography of Saint Raniere,’ then let’s debate the ‘Biography of Saint Raniere’!”

(End of this chapter)