When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 939: Boom, boom, the train carrying the Holy Alliance moves forward

This sudden attack was quickly quelled by the joint suppression of the Cheka and Pravda.

People just thought that the church and the Kingdom of Leia were exhausted and sent out witchers to assassinate again.

As for the very few key witnesses, the Cheka brought their psychic wizards to visit them one by one to perform memory modification operations.

This is a true memory modification, not a physical memory modification.

This is also good for the witnesses.

The scene of the angel killing the grandson of the saint was too shocking to their minds, so replacing the angel with a demon hunter made it easier for them to accept it.

In the end, this incident was only passed on by word of mouth among a very small number of people, and even became something like an urban legend.

It's not that Horn is censoring speech. He understands public opinion too well. The power of the people is great and chaotic.

Given Horn's current governance and the level of understanding of most people, the incident of the angel killing the Holy Grandson would cause great shaking to the newly established legal system.

Therefore, only the royal cardinals, secret party members, and a small number of key scholars can enter the dungeon of the interrogation angel and learn the news.

Under the light of the fluorescent stone, the elf angel was chained to the iron platform, motionless as if he had lost consciousness.

But if you ask her whether she is still alive, she has a heartbeat and consumes water and bread instinctively, so she is obviously alive.

However, no matter what methods the fortune-telling witches or the mind witches used, they were still unable to pry a single word out of the angel's mouth.

"She has no vocal cords." After playing with Jeanna outside for a whole day, Shiloh's face turned slightly red. "No matter how you ask, you won't get the answer."

"Without vocal cords, you still have no hands? Without eyelids?" Horn asked in a deep voice, "Let her write with her hands and express with blinking eyes."

However, the two Cheka interrogators in charge of the torture shook their heads with stern faces: "She didn't seem to feel any pain. If she hadn't actively defecated and eaten, we would have thought she was dead."

Under the fluorescent light reflected by the mercury mirror, more than a dozen related professionals and senior monks frowned.

Not afraid of pain, without vocal cords, and unconscious, this is simply the perfect secret keeper.

Horn rubbed his brow, feeling quite troubled.

Angels, they must study it thoroughly.

Not to mention the mystery of the natural existence of angels' body structure, just the angels' heart blood is an extremely precious treasure.

No matter which witch Horn marries and has children with, or all witches, in the future, if there is a problem during childbirth, a shot of angel's blood will be enough to save his life.

Not to mention, the angel's crystal sword, the right hand that can use shock waves, the eyes that emit explosive light, the wings that can fly...

The whole body is full of treasures, slimier than slime.

This one angel alone is enough to keep the Sicheng Priory entertained for a year.

But as the Pope of the Holy League, Horn has other issues to consider.

He has always had doubts about whether the god Myrcella exists in this world.

All of his Doctrine of the Way's arguments for the truth about "God" itself are based on the premise that God is not an entity.

In this way, they can use the god as a container to contain the policies he wants to implement and the ideas he wants to promote.

If angels exist, does Myrcella, the Holy Lord, exist?

Would Myrcella allow Horn to dress her up as a little girl?

If Myrcella really exists, what is her attitude towards Horn? What does she think of the changes in the Thousand Valleys?
If the Lord is real, then is Heaven real?

If the Holy Lord can send angels to assassinate him, does it mean that the Holy Lord is actually able to convey his will to the world?
If I continue to think about it more deeply, could it be that the Holy Lord and the Church are on the same side?
Or, does the Holy Lord really have his own thoughts rather than some kind of rule-based existence?

Once you accept the setting of an angel, many confusing speculations will follow.

In the silent dungeon, Catherine suddenly slapped her forehead and said, "Oh, we all forgot. Isn't there Carrie? Carrie can read minds. Let her read minds."

"Yes." Jeanna glanced at Horn meaningfully, "Speaking of which, Carrie should be back from Wolfbridge County by now."

"It may not work." Horn shook his head. "Carrie's mind reading works for ordinary people, but it sometimes works for witches and even great wizards. It may not work for angels."

"So you know Carrie very well." Horn's vest was slightly sweaty when he heard Jeanne's playful words.

As early as the beginning, Jeanne discovered that something was wrong with Meliati with her beast-like intuition.

It was only because Jeanna's beast-like brain suppressed her beast-like instincts that Horn was able to get away with it.

In order to prevent Jeanne from becoming more mentally distressed and developing a witch's psychosis, Horn guides her step by step and slowly uncovers the truth.

Although he knew this moment would come, Horn still felt uneasy when it really came: "But we can try it out. I'll go to Gravel Plain to pick her up. We need to talk about this as well."

"To protect you, I'll go with you."

Seeing that everyone was silent, Horn had to save himself: "Don't make trouble, your injuries haven't healed yet, why are you protecting me? Besides, you haven't attended a single class since the start of the semester. After the Witch Conference is over tomorrow, you should go to school quickly."

"I don't want to go to school!"

There was a burst of laughter from all around, and only when Jeanna glared at them one by one did they pretend to stop smiling.

She looked at Horn again, but found that he had run away.

The next morning, Horn boarded a transport ship heading north, passing Hot Spring Fort and arriving at Cold Spring Fort.

We then traveled by land and after a long and tiring journey, we finally arrived at Ladenburg, a gravel plain where the autumn weather was gradually getting cooler.

When Horn rode his horse to the lush meadow of Ladenburg, Carrie had been waiting there for a long time on a tall horse.

"Why are you calling me back so urgently?"

Horn did not answer the question directly, but instead asked, "What is the situation on the front line?"

"We have basically taken control of Wolf Bridge County and are currently continuing to attack Crow's Nest County."

“You didn’t encounter much resistance?”

Carrie curled her lips and shook her head: "They have learned to hide in the castle, but they forgot that the Iron Fist Regiment brought a twelve-pound cannon."

"Any news?"

"If you ask us, then we don't have any information. However, I do have some news, but I don't know if it's true or not. It's about the Border Knights and the Flesh and Blood Court."

"What?" Hearing these two key words, Horn reined in his horse.

"You hit the Border Knights too hard. It seems that the Royal Court sensed the emptiness and infighting of the Border Knights, and launched an attack on the Border Knights' territory, losing several border fortresses in a row." "Will this lead to an invasion by the Royal Court?"

"I think it's difficult. The two sides are a perfect pair of rivals. They often advance while I retreat, and then ask each other for aid and military funds."

Although it was unexpected, it made sense. Horn took a deep breath and said, "I don't know if you've heard, but we caught an angel."

Carrie's riding posture froze noticeably, but after a moment she spoke as if nothing had happened: "Really? What does this have to do with me?"

"She has no vocal cords. We hope you can go back and read her mind to see if you can find any useful results. Besides..."

"also?"

"In addition, Pasrick's lung disease relapsed due to being forced to go to the battlefield. I don't know if he can survive this winter..."

Carrie lowered her head and said nothing more.

Carrie had introduced Horn to Pasrick in the hope that Horn would inherit his seat and allow Pasrick to retire early to recuperate.

But I didn't expect that four years would pass by quickly and not only did Pasrick not have more time to rest, but he became even busier.

"what is this?"

The setting sun turned the dark blue clouds and sky into orange-red. Standing under the orange-red, Carrie, who had been silent for nearly ten minutes, suddenly asked directly about the thing under the horse's hooves.

“This is a horse-drawn train that has not yet been built. Although it is only a short distance, it can save a lot of time and improve efficiency.

Now that we have finished this battle, it’s time to think about how to build. In my opinion, Qianhe Valley’s commercial location should be quite advantageous.

Thousand River Valley, doesn’t that mean a large amount of river transport resources are gathered together?

Not to mention the gap in Mound County, which can lead directly to Stone Sword Territory. If we can expand the gap in Mound County and build Vicente Avenue..."

"What avenue?" Carrie seemed to hear her father's name.

"Vicente Avenue..." Horn said with a smile, "From now on, every road and every canal in the Holy Alliance will be named after a Holy Alliance hero...

Joan, Juano, Vicente... these stigmatized people should get the honor and recognition they deserve.

The track you are walking on is the Juano Track.

It leads directly to the largest grassland nearby, and horse-drawn trains are built in all areas where rivers are impassable.

From now on, Qianhe Valley will become the trade hub of the entire East Continent.

Leather, war horses, and wool from Xiongbao Territory, giltware, amber, and ironware from Shijian Territory, spices and sugar from Black Snake Bay...

Wine from the Flower Hill, glass cups from the White Sand Land, wheat from the River Islet, and fruit from the Dawn Island...

They will all pass through here, and they can only pass through here. The five mountain counties will dig tunnels and build bridges to connect to the Shijian Territory east of the Longmian Mountains.

The Joan Dam also needs to be rebuilt and its original name of Joan needs to be restored.

The four counties of Pingyuan should dredge the rivers, rebuild the canals, and build the Kosai Avenue on the basis of the Beixi Avenue to connect the inland areas that are not adjacent to the rivers.

There are also various rural workshops. Let those town guilds eat shit. I also want to build flour mills, canning factories, furniture factories...

I will also establish a sovereign currency, control exchange, and ensure the smooth operation of the Holy Union’s economy…”

Horn was talking nonstop, but suddenly he noticed that Carrie had froze for some reason.

She stared blankly at the railway in front of her, without saying a word.

Horn shook the reins twice, took two steps forward, and came to Carrie: "We can finally do these things. From now on, the Holy Alliance of the Thousand River Valley will truly become a country."

"Does what you said make sense? Aren't you afraid that officers will become knights and monks will become nobles?"

"Don't worry, people in the future won't be able to survive without us."

"Can you live another two thousand years?"

“Of course not, but if someone who talks about two thousand years can’t even handle the current year, what’s the point of thinking about two thousand years?
Didn’t you say that everything I did was meaningless? Give me ten years and you will see the meaning of what I said.”

"Will it?" Carrie did not look up.

"How will you know if you don't try?"

She looked at the railroad tracks for a long time, then suddenly dismounted and walked step by step towards the half-laid tracks.

The golden-red light messed up her hair, and her white hair was dyed a layer of light gold by the strong wind.

Walking gently to the railroad tie, Carrie knelt down devoutly, as if nestling in her parents' arms, with her ear pressed against the railroad track.

The setting sun splashed on the water, shaking off red and golden light.

She faced the direction of Ruoan Dam, but the voices in her ears gradually faded away.

Although the clockwork engine has not yet been put into use, and although it will take another ten or twenty years before the track is laid.

But Carrie heard a rumbling sound, and she saw Joan, Grandma II, Grandpa, Father, Teacher Juanno, and Wayne all sitting in the car.

Loaded with various furs and wools, the people of Thousand Valley puffed out their chests proudly, while the people of Black Snake Bay lay on the peat piles to bask in the sun.

“I want to build a road that everyone can use to make a pilgrimage with peace of mind…”

"I want the people of Black Snake Bay to be able to live a normal life under the sun..."

"I want Xiaobao to be well, Xiaobao to be well..."

"I want everyone in the Thousand River Valley to say goodbye to suffering and floods..."

"I want everyone to be able to live fairly, justly and equally..."

Carrie's shoulders trembled, her lower lip bit her upper lip, and the corners of her mouth turned down.

"Um..."

She did not cry during the bloody battle at Fort Juano, she did not cry when her hand was cut off at Cheese Bay, she did not cry during the flood at Gravel Plains.

But now she held her cry in her throat and whimpered like a puppy.

Hot tears flowed down my cheeks and onto the cold railway tracks.

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