When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 960 The Holy See
"Do I have to wear this on stage in such a hot day?" Standing in front of the mirror, Horn looked bitterly at Catherine behind him.

At this time, Horn was wearing a dark blue knee-length long-sleeved coat with a stand-up collar and four gold buttons extending to the waist.

The collar is detailed with two silver-tone buttons and the hem is embroidered with grey crosses, crossed swords and ferns.

Accessorize with a streamlined leather belt.

The whole piece of clothing is a blend of woolen cloth and spider silk, which is considered the high-end fabric material currently promoted by Shenglian.

Before Catherine could speak, the French tailor Cronie spoke up: "Your Majesty, there is a well-known proverb in the French clothing industry.

The clothes you design don’t have to be beautiful, as long as the king can wear them, then they are the most beautiful. "

Crone bowed to Horn and said, “I came to the Holy Union because I don’t have to stick to the complicated tailor’s guild here.

If you want your ready-to-wear to occupy at least the mid-range market, you cannot compete with Fran on the original court style.

This central meeting was watched not only by the people of the Holy League, but also by outsiders.

As long as you can create a new fashion trend - you already have this status - then you can promote the new trend, the trend designed by me, Kroni.

So, you must not only wear it like this today, but also wear it according to my design in the next few days."

Horn looked at Croney who bowed to the end, but he could only scratch his sweaty cheeks: "Well, can you cancel the overalls? I don't like it very much."

"It's not up to you. Maybe someone else will like it."

Horn looked at Catherine, but Catherine shrugged.

There is no way, he is a true artist, no matter whether Horn is the sun or not, or whether he is a saint or not.

"...Okay." Horn looked at the other saints who were wearing the newly designed costumes, "Once you are ready, let's go."

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In the noisy venue, waiters carried baskets and brought free bread and water, as well as paper and a small piece of ink to the spectators.

People were whispering and buzzing.

Not only did Duke Laban suffer from tinnitus due to the noise, but even Alexei suffered from a headache.

How did this group of people from Qianhe Valley make the noise of tens of thousands of people with only a few thousand of them, or was it that the structure of the semicircular theater would amplify the sound?

Just as Alexei frowned, he suddenly discovered that the noisy sound suddenly became a little quieter.

At this moment, an exciting military call sounded.

Four clarinetists, each holding a clarinet of different sizes, formed a V shape and walked out of the entrance passage.

The deep and sharp roar of the ceremonial officer echoed in everyone's ears along with the monk who amplified the sound and the clay urn under the seat.

"quiet!"

All the people who were talking excitedly suddenly quieted down and looked towards the passage expectantly.

Following the four buglers were two rows of drummers and four chapter masters with sabers on their waists, leading the team one after the other.

They wore new knee-length military uniforms with stand-up collars, turned-up cuffs, and double-breasted buttons from chest to waist.

The most eye-catching thing is the half cloak on their right shoulder, which attracted the surprised eyes of many foreign merchants.

It must be said that unlike the relatively loose and baggy clothing in other regions at this time, the uniforms of the Holy League were all starched.

After starching and washing, the originally soft woolen fabric will become extra stiff.

It is originally a piece of clothing, but when you put it on, it sticks to your body like a suit of armor, making you look energetic and stylish.

Behind the chapter leaders are representatives of public opinion from all over the place.

They all wore flower medals on their chests and wore a variety of clothes, including the simplest shirts and vests, black and yellow coarse cloth sweaters, and high-end silk robes.

Although not as majestic as the chapter leaders, they were able to draw cheers from countless spectators.

But when the cardinals and religious superiors appeared, the entire venue was immediately polarized.

Those who cursed them wanted to jump down and fight to their death, while those who praised them treated these cardinals as their parents.

Especially Chilvis, many former drunkards and owners of malt and breweries threw rotten eggs and stones at him.

But they were so far apart that they could only create puddles of stains on the ground.

There was no way around it. Although Horn had signed the Sobriety Ordinance, the local religious order was responsible for its enforcement.

But as the abbot of the Holy Scythe Monastery, Cardinal Chilvester can determine how much grain to use for brewing this year and has exclusive control over the purchase and sale.

That is, the raw materials are provided by the Holy Scythe Monastery and can only be sold to designated taverns, mainly the chain taverns under the name of the Holy Scythe Monastery.

Although it may not be Chilvis's original intention, the fact is that Chilvis's tavern provides raw materials at high prices and purchases alcohol at low prices.

During these four years, other industries have been struggling to make money.

The brewing industry, such as malt workshops and wine workshops, has been in a slump, and many workshops have switched to brewing apple cider vinegar.

What's more, he was a fake liquor dealer before, and many tabloids reported Chilvis's negative materials in great detail.

In the eyes of most people in the Holy League, Alcoholics Anonymous is equal to Chilvis, and Chilvis is equal to Alcoholics Anonymous.

Grampven, who was standing next to him, suppressed his laughter and nudged the gloomy Chilvis with his elbow: "Your reputation is completely ruined, do you need me to stage a play to clear it for you?"

"I am white to begin with, but they don't understand the underlying reason and just blame me."

Chilvis muttered, shrinking his neck as much as possible, hiding among the cardinals. When the representatives and cardinals were seated, another strong drumbeat sounded.

"Saint, come—"

Behind the black and red flags held high by the loyal descendants, four war horses of different colors marched out.

Sitting on the rough saddle were not princes, but four women with angelic faces.

Jeanne and Carrie, dressed in formal attire, rode their horses in the front, their faces relaxed and calm, and they kept waving to the surroundings.

Behind them were Catherine, who was smiling politely, and Shilov, whose face was as cold as ice but whose tail was sweeping back and forth.

As for the last Guel chariot pulled by four horses, Armand and Madeleine stood on both sides to drive the horses for Saint Grandson.

When the person in the middle appeared in front of everyone, the sunlight shone on the golden crown on his head, as if the holy crown of an angel was floating.

"Your Majesty, ten thousand votes!"

"Your Majesty the Holy Grandson, ten thousand votes!"

"The Holy Alliance of Freedom! The Thousand River Valleys of Equality!"

"Let the Holy League be great!"

In the semicircular theater that could accommodate thousands of people, thunderous cheers immediately rang out.

As far as the eye could see, almost everyone stood up and waved like crazy at the young man on the chariot or the flowers and colorful flags in their hands.

This majestic sound swept over like waves, squeezing everyone's ear holes. Even the military band and ceremonial officers could not suppress it.

The crowd watching the ceremony spontaneously removed the ribbons, drawing colorful lines in the air, and colorful scraps of paper fell like flower rain.

This was not the first time Horn had seen such a scene. He just smiled and waved to the audience on both sides.

Amid the cheers of the men and the screams of the women, Horn and the saints circled the field before arriving in front of the wooden stage.

Armand and Madeleine tried to help Horn, but he pushed them away and jumped out of the carriage himself.

A mountain of stepped seats had already been built on the wooden platform in front of us, which could accommodate about a hundred people.

Horn's position is the highest and last mountain surrounded by the Stair Mountain.

Walking up the highest mountain step by step, Horn turned around, looked at the crowd that was still cheering, and made a gesture of pressing down with both hands.

The people who were cheering suddenly became quiet within a few seconds.

Only at this time can you hear the ceremonial officer shouting at the top of his lungs.

"Silence, silence!"

Sitting in the seats, looking at the crowd sitting down like waves, Alexei's eyes felt hot and his mouth was dry.

One move can make countless people cheer enthusiastically, and one action can make countless people sit down quietly.

"This is what a real man should be like." Looking at Horn with fiery eyes, Alexei murmured vaguely in his throat.

"You can be like him." Gloev held his shoulders and spoke with great conviction.

Sitting in a secret attic heavily guarded by soldiers, Jinigis stared with fascination at the crowd that suddenly cheered and then suddenly became silent.

"What kind of control is this? No wonder the Holy League was able to win... If only I could do it, if only I——"

The three dukes witnessed everything with mixed feelings and just drank the coffee on the table in big gulps.

Why does this coffee make me drunker the more I drink?

Duke Laban put down the telescope and took another big sip of coffee, but he still couldn't calm his pounding heart.

Damn it, what's going on? It's just a celebration with a few thousand people.

Putting down the cup, Duke Laban wanted to continue looking for Jinigis through the telescope.

For no apparent reason, he aimed the telescope at the center of the semicircular theater.

In addition to the representative seats on both sides, there are three steps on the solid wood platform.

The two rows of more than 20 seats on the first floor are for cardinals, chief chaplains of military garrisons and presidents of religious orders in various counties.

The four positions in a horizontal row on the second floor are naturally for the four saints.

On the third floor, the highest floor, there was a black wood and gold-painted chair with a backrest two people tall, carved with angels, the Lord and the sun, but it was for Horn.

But Horn didn't like this chair.

Firstly, it is too ostentatious and extravagant; secondly, the backrest and seat are too high.

He sat up with his feet off the ground, and a large part of his head protruding above the backrest, making him look like he was only about 1.5 meters tall.

At that time, Horn sat up and asked Catherine before he came down, "Are you looking for trouble on purpose?"

Catherine also had her reasons for saying that there was no other way because the flange furniture manufacturers who accepted custom-made items simply would not make other types.

As for Shenglian, there is no workshop that can customize high-end furniture, and it is more expensive to hire a dedicated high-end furniture maker.

But looking at the corner of Catherine's mouth that was almost twisted to her ear, Horn was sure that she did it on purpose.

After suffering a loss, Horn stepped on a small stool and sat on the tall throne of the Pope. He coughed lightly and said, "Let's play the alliance song first."

(End of this chapter)