Heroes of Silver Moon

The other four apostolic knights carried a young man or girl whose face could not be seen clearly, and walked slowly towards the door along the path that the Pope had walked before.

"My mother," the old king, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, saw the guardian knight carrying something out again, so he cursed directly in his heart.

This makes it difficult to play happily, what kind of thing is this thing that is lifted out!

Simon was sitting on a wooden sedan chair, with a lavender veil on his face, his eyes were on the people on both sides of the road, and he was carried to the gate of the cathedral in a nervous mood.

"What is this thing? It's hard to tell the difference between male and female!" Seeing the guardian knight carrying Simon, passing by step by step, the old king crazily complained in his heart.

Unlike the believers around him, the king possessed the blood of the gods and could be said to be a descendant of the goddess of moonlight, so he dared to think wildly on this occasion.

And Clifford, who was also standing on both sides of the road, was not so calm.

Although he is a master mage, since the beginning of the mass, he felt like a stone was pressed on his heart, and he couldn't breathe at all.

"According to the oracle of my lord, from now on there will be a holy son in the church. From this moment on, he will no longer be Simon, he will be Saint Simon"

Gently pouring the holy water in the golden basin to Simon who was sitting upright, the Pope chanted loudly.

"Simon? This name isn't very recognizable!", the old king standing on both sides of the cathedral road murmured in his heart.

The Holy Son is a very special identity. It may not be possible for the church to canonize one for hundreds of years, but once canonized, it is almost certain to be the next person in power of the church.

In order to maintain majesty and mystery, every time the church canonizes the Holy Son and the Holy Maiden, they do not leave the gate, do not walk through the second door, and are tightly wrapped all day long, as if they are afraid that others will recognize them.

Therefore the only information that can be known about the Sons is their names.

But to be honest, the name Simon is as bad as Jack, Lucy, and Li Goudan on Blue Star.

Among the hundreds of thousands of people in the capital alone, there are at least a few thousand Simons, let alone people with this name in the entire Silver Moon Kingdom.

If it's okay for the nobles to say it, at least they have a family name, but if they call Simon among the common people, there will definitely be dozens of people responding.

It was also because of this that the old king couldn't think of the little kid from the Hawke family he had seen before.

After being baptized by the Pope with holy water, Simon, who was still confused until now, was carried by the apologists and walked around the cathedral.

After confirming that every citizen around the cathedral had witnessed the birth of the Holy Son, the apologist knight carried Simon back to the inner hall.

The pope also started the finishing work of the mass. The priests scattered around the cathedral began to return in an orderly manner, and finally sang hymns with the pope.

Groups of nuns carrying holy water also came out of the inner hall neatly after Simon was carried back, scattered around, and sprinkled holy water on the kneeling believers.

After the hymn was over, the nun who sprinkled the holy water on the believers returned quickly, followed the Pope and the priests, and returned to the inner sanctuary together.

At this point, the cathedral-level mass ended, and the solemn atmosphere began to dissipate. Under the call of the priests, the believers who had been kneeling all stood up one after another.

In the cathedral, after the pope and others returned to the inner hall, everyone on both sides of the road breathed a sigh of relief. The atmosphere just now was too heavy.

"Little Iens, what is the origin of this holy son!", as soon as the mass was over, the old king asked the archbishop beside him.

As the ruler of the kingdom, of course he had to ask about the identity of the upstart in the kingdom.

"This, this", the archbishop's eyes wandered, hesitating and unable to speak.

The Holy Son only appears once every few hundred years or even thousands of years, so the identities of the past generations are kept secret, and only a few people in the entire church know about it.

More importantly, the identity of this boy's holy son is indeed very strange. The archbishop doesn't know whether the oracle of the Moonlight Goddess has other meanings.

Therefore, the old king's question made the archbishop very embarrassed.

"Forget it, since it's a secret, I won't ask any more." Seeing the embarrassment of the archbishop, the old king frowned and said.

Compared with the mortal kingship, the divine power is undoubtedly more daunting, because the kingly power is constantly changing, but the divine power is eternal.

Whether it is a king or a tenant farmer, the soul will return to the embrace of the gods sooner or later, so it is almost impossible for the old king to want the archbishop to violate the canon.

Surrounded by the royal knights, the old king went back to the palace in a carriage unhappily.

The mass has ended, and the next thing is the internal affairs of the Moonlight Church, not to mention that the mass was held very suddenly, and only the king participated in it among the dignitaries of the entire kingdom.

There are no other dignitaries to communicate with, so it doesn't make sense for him to stay any longer. After all, royal power and divine power are completely two systems.

No matter how familiar he is with the people in the church, it is of no significance to the rule of the kingdom~ www.wuxiaspot.com~ In a monastery room of the cathedral, Simon and the Pope sat facing each other, and then the Pope handed Simon a This canon and itinerary.

"Holy Son, here are the canon rules and your future itinerary," the Pope said with a smile on his face.

Silently taking the things that the Pope handed over, Simon put the canon on the table in front of him, and took the lead in reading the itinerary.

Get up at five o'clock in the morning and pray to the moon goddess.

At six o'clock, have breakfast.

From 7:00 to 12:00, doctrinal study.

From twelve o'clock to two o'clock in the afternoon, lunch break.

From 2:00 to 7:00 pm, doctrinal study.

From 7:00 to 9:00, free time.

Go to bed after nine.

"Is this the itinerary for tomorrow?", looking at the strict timetable, Simon asked weakly.

"No, every day is this schedule, until you become the next Pope." The Pope's "kind" smile made Simon want to punch his old face.

Since coming to the capital, the laziness in Simon's bones has slowly begun to emerge when Clifford didn't take much care of him.

In fact, in the middle of the meditation practice, every time he finished the meditation, he no longer felt that drowsy feeling, but he would still habitually go to have a good sleep after the meditation.

And after practicing three zero-level spells yesterday, because the Luna Festival was approaching, Clifford had a lot of things to do, let alone take care of him, so he let himself go completely.

Today he just slept until noon. As the saying goes, it is easy to be extravagant and difficult to be simple.

Simon has tasted the good days of sleeping until twelve o'clock every day, how could he get up at five o'clock every day, and then stay busy until nine o'clock in the evening.