When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 955 The Idle Pope

Horn stared at the alarm clock on the bedside table. About ten seconds later, the alarm rang and he reached out to click it.

It was as if the entire mansion was awakened by him, and the loyal descendants pushed open the door and walked in one after another.

A copper basin filled with hot water and cleaning agents were placed on the washstand, and a toothbrush and a cup were handed to Horn.

Under Zhongsi's guidance, Horn mechanically dressed and washed, unconsciously followed the instructor in knight training, and then took a shower and changed clothes.

It was not until they got on their horse and drove out of the mansion and the fresh breeze from the Holy Palace Central Park blew on Horn's face that he finally came to his senses.

"How long will it take to get to the building?" Horn asked Edwin outside the carriage.

Edwin's magnetic voice rang out: "As usual, you will arrive at the Holy See Building on time at eight o'clock."

Indeed, as usual, Horn leaned back against the backrest of the carriage.

In fact, this was indeed how his life was during those four years.

Apart from going out on patrol, Horn spent most of his time in the Holy See and the Holy See Building.

Every morning, I would take a horse-drawn carriage to go to work in the Holy See Building, just like I do now.

The mansion where he lived was located on the south side of the Holy See Central Park, on a small hill and hidden among lush trees.

The mansion was surrounded by high walls, and the mansions of several saints and some miracle nuns also surrounded Horn's mansion.

Four regiments of guards take turns on duty, and this is the most heavily guarded area in the entire Holy See.

Every morning Horn would get up at seven o'clock, get on a carriage at seven-forty-five, head north along Fourth Avenue, and arrive at the Vatican City Building at eight o'clock.

Horn would then go to the restaurant for dinner, during which time the Privy Monk would deliver Pravda and compiled news so that His Holiness the Pope could know what noteworthy events had occurred in the Holy League yesterday.

After the meal, Horn would linger for a while, chatting and talking with other senior monks and old brothers in the restaurant.

Finally, at almost nine o'clock, he was urged by the privy monks to come to his office.

The table was already piled with messy work reports, but it was not difficult to deal with them because most of the cardinal meetings in front of the emperor would come with suggestions for handling the issues.

When a large number of civilian college students entered the bureaucracy of the Holy League, the Imperial Council of Cardinals, although it had some bumps in the road, was already on the right track.

The reliance on Horn is decreasing.

Except for those reports that were marked as major problems by the monks and needed to be reviewed, Horn was basically a human stamper.

Unlike in the past, Horn now starts work at nine in the morning and takes a one-hour break for lunch. By three in the afternoon, he can finish most of his work.

Especially with Edwin as his external brain, Horn could sometimes finish most of his work before lunch.

In the following time, Horn basically had free time to play.

After being so busy for so long, Horn was actually a little uncomfortable with the long-awaited free time.

Then he naturally had to find something to do. Practicing breathing techniques, studying theology, going to university classes, and visiting soldiers were all good options.

Sometimes, the holy grandson, who was described by the privy monks and the loyal Cheka as "slyer than a drunkard hiding from the night watchman", would slip away to go on incognito visits, study recipes, design costumes, write plays...

Sometimes, he would specifically gossip with cardinals who were particularly busy at work.

This forced the cardinal's privy monk to jog to the Pope's office and ask the Pope's privy monk to take the idle Pope away.

Except for the regular meetings every Friday and some important meetings, Horn would no longer attend ordinary department meetings as before.

Giving commands beyond one's authority may be suspected of micro-management.

Moreover, after giving them autonomy, their efficiency would be much higher than if Horn himself gave orders and coordinated everything.

The entire Holy League is back on track. The situation of a makeshift team in the past no longer exists, and everything is in order.

At times like this, Horn felt both happy and lonely.

It was like seeing the child I had raised grow up and no longer need me. With the current relatively peaceful situation, maybe I should really consider myself as an individual?
Horn always felt that things from his past life were far away, and he couldn't even remember the faces of his relatives and friends.

After all, he has been a native of Qianhe Valley for a long time.

Horn was no longer as resistant to the feelings of the four saints as before.

It's just that the feelings these four have towards him are somewhat inexplicably strange.

The way Catherine gets along with him is very similar to how she got along with Juanno.

Not to mention Carrie, who calls "Papa" "Papa" every day without feeling embarrassed.

Of course, Shilov would never regard Horn as a father or a mother, but she always made Horn feel like her best male friend.

Jeanna was the most normal one, but Horn also felt a strange and distorted sense of family affection in Jeanna's feelings.

None of them are normal.

A few years ago, Horn would have considered only Jeanne and Carrie.

But now, Jeanne and Carrie were both exiled to the frontier voluntarily or passively, and could not return without an imperial edict.

The ones he had developed the most feelings for were Catherine and Shilov, so if he really had to give them up, he would be reluctant to do so.

His Majesty the Holy Grandson thought about it for ten days and ten nights, and finally made up his mind: No matter how many there are, I will marry them all!
So the question now is how to convince them to lie on the same bed and how to solve the problem of seven divided by four not being divisible.

After eating and chatting, Horn walked towards the elevator but was stopped by Edwin.

"Your Majesty, today is the weekly meeting. Several cardinals and the presidents of the order will attend."

"Oh yeah, I arranged it the day before yesterday and almost forgot about it."

After turning a corner, Horn headed towards the Buck Room.

After walking through the long corridor, Horn saw a porch with a deer head hanging on it standing on one side of the corridor. He stopped and looked at the deer head on the porch.

He still remembered the famous scene during the Gulag period when several "archbishops" fought each other under the dog's head.

Even during the later training on Autumn Dusk Island, the Bucks' room was filled with smoke and chaos, with fists and kicks everywhere.

But now the times are different. I have made a lot of progress, and the Holy League has also made a lot of progress.

Order is the most popular style in the Holy League at present.

Putting on a gentle smile, Horn reached out and pushed open the door of the Buck Room.

"Why should I give in for the sake of the overall situation? It's all for the overall situation, why don't you give in?"

"We have a geographical advantage in Longsand County. We have the abundant water source of the Ibe River. Downstream of the wool trade route is Rapid City, a printing and dyeing center..."

"Upper Rivershire also has the Nauan River, which is also on the wool trade route, and the downstream is also a printing and dyeing center... Who doesn't have it? Your locational advantage is bullshit."

"Back when you were in the Guards and I was in the Black Champions, I was no match for you. Now that we're in the area, I'm even better than you!"

"If you have the ability, go to the training ground and practice a few moves!"

"Okay, okay, stop arguing."

"Then President Todd, why don't you give wool spinning to Upper Rivershire?"

"I only have one industry, the spinning mill, and you want to take it away. Langsand County has so many industries, why don't you want them?"

"Yes, if you give me the paper mill, I will give you the bleaching mill."

"The papermaking workshop produces Jeanne d'Arc paper, is it called High Castle paper? Langsander County has a natural advantage..."

"You won't give it to me, right? Fine, come on, what the hell are you looking at? Come out and fight me if you have the guts!"

(End of this chapter)