When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 870 Arrangement
Besser couldn't believe it until he walked out of the main castle.

He looked up at the blazing sun and squinted his eyes.

How did a mountain knight like me end up being Horn's clerical advisor?

Wouldn't I be considered a traitor by other mountain riders?
But Besser finally agreed, which was a bit clever.

The first point is that although the battle to block the Xiongkenbao Mountain Road relied on the advantages of machinery, winning is winning, and Horn is still quite capable.

He needs to learn what Horn is good at and then counter Horn.

The second point is that there are currently no mountain riders around Horn, so the mountain riders have no idea what the news is or what has happened.

This is a huge shortcoming for them and needs to be made up.

Even if he was labeled a traitor, he would stay by Horn's side as a nail, secretly passing on information or influencing Horn.

If Horn's view of the nobles could be changed, perhaps the two sides could achieve peace in the future without bloodshed.

If Her Highness Meliati encountered any misfortune, he might have a chance to protect those mountain knights...

No, no, no, Besser shook his head violently. How could he think of such a thing? In his heart, there was only Meliati as the sun.

When he gets the chance, he will join Meliati with his talent.

After folding Horn's letter of commission and stuffing it into the leather bag at his waist, Besser shielded his eyes from the sun with his hands and walked towards the military camp.

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Watching Besser's departing back through the window, Horn couldn't help but smile.

I have to say, Juanno, Carrie and Catherine, the master and apprentice, are really outrageous.

Over a decade, before Horn started the rebellion, a large number of basic administrative, military and economic talents were trained for him.

In other words, the three masters and apprentices originally wanted to overthrow Qianhe Valley, which is why they have been nurturing and developing the organization for ten years.

Although it is not logical to say so, Horn did reap the fruits of the Juanno faction's innovation to a certain extent.

If the Thousand River Valley really looked like the Gravel Plain, with its medieval scenery, Horn would probably still be fighting guerrilla warfare now.

Soon after the conversation with Bethel, it was time for dinner.

Horn put down Dick's gold pen, put on his coat, and just as he walked to the door, he saw the door in front of him suddenly open.

The man who pushed the door was of strong build, with gray hair and beard, and was wearing a simple military uniform. He strode in in a rather rude manner.

When Horn saw him, he was surprised at first, then solemn: "Master Pasrick...what's wrong with you?"

Unlike Pasrick before, the old wizard now had thin cheeks and his complexion was much uglier than before.

"I'm already old, but you still want to send me to Gravel Plains to plant informants and develop the Holy Father Church!" Pasrick scolded me without caring.

"You're asking me what's wrong? I'm seventy-six years old, and in order to win the trust of the shepherds, I had to get a tattoo of a faun's head on my lower back!"

Horn didn't have time to eat his meal. He quickly asked Pasrick to sit down and poured coffee for him.

Without sugar or milk, the old wizard likes to drink the original flavor with frog poison.

"How did you gain from this trip?"

"Not bad." Pasrick grabbed a handful of crispy biscuits on Horn's table, chewed them, and said vaguely, "The first batch of 500 saints have been vaccinated, and they have sworn allegiance in front of your bust..."

"Uh uh..."

"Don't give me your Holy Way stuff. They don't understand the difference between an individual and a cult. They just recognize this bust."

After discovering that the Leia people had increased their troops, Horn and others immediately realized that it was impossible to focus all of the extra forces on the Nauan River defense line.

Horn made preparations in the direction of the Hematite Mountains in the north and the Kasha County defense line in the south.

It was at that time that Pasrick went to Gravel Plain and began to develop the Congregation for the Worship of the Fathers with dozens of Holy Word monks.

Thanks to Meliati and Andre's actions in the Gravel Plain, Pasrick's development is not smooth.

So far, the entire Stonewall Saint Father Church has less than a thousand members, and only two or three hundred of them are the true pious core members who have sworn allegiance.

It's difficult to destroy the enemy's logistics, but it's still possible to collect intelligence and set fire to harass them.

"You've worked so hard during this period." Horn was treated rudely by Paslick, but he comforted him kindly, "When the war here stops, you can go back and have a good rest."

Although Pasrick looks full of energy, he is old after all, and his spirit and energy are much dimmer than before.

It's just that Pasrick himself didn't seem to notice it.

"How's Carrie?" After finishing his business, Pasrick drank his coffee and started talking about personal matters.

Horn immediately took out a thick stack of letters from the locked briefcase and handed it to Pasrick.

Pasrick untied the leather string and began to read the letters one by one.

Although it was dinner time, Horn did not rush him. He just picked up the map and studied it again.

After watching for a while, Zhongsi's servant came in and lit a candle, and then Pasrick spoke.

"Thank you."

"Hmm?" Horn raised his head and asked subconsciously, "What?"

Pasrick looked at him suspiciously: "Are you doing this on purpose or pretending?"

"What's the purpose?"

Exhaling a long breath, the sharpness and bloodiness that Pasrick had just brought back from the gravel field gradually faded away.

He re-tied the letter and returned it to Horne: "Thank you for giving Carrie a girlhood, even if it was only three months."

"You're welcome. Did you see that Carrie has made a new friend?" Horn looked at the thick letter in his hand. "You also discovered that Carrie is just a child at heart, right?"

Pasrick rubbed his fingers together, and his voice became low: "We are the ones who put Joan's mission on her head without authorization, causing her to live in fear, pain, and confusion for the rest of her life."

"Carrie should thank you. She has many people who love her."

"Are you one of them?"

Horn straightened his back: "Of course."

"Then when can you marry her? If you marry her, she will be able to hand over Qianhe Valley to you without any worries, and there will be no more suffering now."

"...Oh, why is it so late?"

"You are twenty-four this year, right? Vincent doesn't have your witch physique, but he was able to force Lulos to get pregnant. Don't you ever try?"

"Dasi is already 27, and he's not married yet? He's not in a hurry, so why should I be?"

"Does his family have a papal throne to inherit? You really do!"

"Well, my stomach hurts. I must be thirsty. I have to go eat." Horn put on the airs of the Pope. "Ahem, Your Excellency Pasrick, you can go back and rest."

Pasrick shook his head and was about to leave, but Horn stopped him and handed him a letter.

With an ambiguous wink at Pasrick, Horn left a message saying "a letter from Jinhe Township" and rushed out of the room.

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When he returned to the guesthouse arranged for him outside the main castle, a young shepherd came up to him as soon as he entered the room: "Master Pasrick, have you seen the Pope?"

"Yes, don't worry, the Pope will definitely recognize you." Pasrick waved his hands impatiently, "Hector, go boil me a kettle... cough cough cough."

Covering his mouth with his hands, Paslick began to cough violently.

It was not until he finished coughing that Pasrick belatedly realized that he still had a letter in his hand.

He looked down at the letter covering his mouth, and saw a pool of blood on it.

(End of this chapter)