To Four Thousand Years Later

Charles sat on the main hall, looking at the empty front hall with interest.

He had already heard the noise of the crowd outside the palace.

People were probably cheering, snuggling up to Leo and kissing the ground he walked on. Charles could imagine that scene. The only ones standing beside him were Queen Yastaru and the former Chief Bishop Floros. Other nobles, regardless of their official positions, were not allowed to enter the palace until the new pope entered the antechamber. Charles's well-boots were gilded on the outside, and his heavy armor boots had a circle of dark engravings. The belt wrapped around his calf with jewels keyed is white gold, and the linen trousers wrapped inside the belt are brown, with complicated and three-dimensional pin edges. Then there is a sword belt with a buckle. His holy sword, Joyeus, was in a scabbard, which was covered with a leather sheath, which was covered with a waxed linen sheath. It is decorated with a love grid pattern in black. His black curly hair was short of his shoulders, brushed back, and greasy. His body was also covered with white gold scales that reached up to his thighs, and it was decorated with vertically symmetrical triple patterns, which were matte so as not to be too dazzling. Outside the scales is a pure white mink shawl. The style of his body is white fluff from the front, and brown cloth with black stripes on the back. If viewed from the front, Charles is all golden or white. From behind, however, he appears to be brown and black. This visual illusion of design will make him walk forward, as if the night is coming together.

"Do you think this is okay, Yastaru?" Charles asked in a low voice to the girl beside him before Leo entered the palace.

He always felt that this outfit was too aggressive. It's not like celebrating the inauguration of the new pope...it's more like declaring sovereignty after conquering a certain country.

Although it's not an important thing, it always feels a little awkward for Charles, who pursues perfection.

"It's very handsome, my lord, especially with this body."

Yastaru squinted his eyes and said in a soft cat-like voice, "I think it's really good anyway." Well, it's true. Perhaps the public will want to see more of a warrior.

Charles raised his eyebrows and calmly corrected his opinion. Forget it, it's not that important anyway.

This scale armor can also be regarded as a real artifact, because it is not the scales that fell from Abaddon's body, but made of Yastaru's scales. In terms of compulsion, it is still a top match, but Zhi Xiaosi was a little worried about luck, but he thought about it—he was just showing off, what else?

For the people and nobles, it is the right thing for the king to wear luxurious clothes and show his national power. If Charles was dressed too modestly, maybe the public would think that Frank had no money.

...Although this dragon scale armor was not bought from a brave or legendary craftsman in Julong, it was hand-stitched by the dragon himself.

Think here. Charles suddenly had a wonderful sense of dislocation.

According to the general fairy tales, it should be the evil dragon who has taken a fancy to the princess. But Frank was so different—the longan fell in love with the king.

next. "

At this moment, Floros cautiously interrupted: "Leo has arrived in front of the palace.

…Okay, I know.

Charles paused for a moment, then nodded and replied in a deep voice. It was as if he had been sitting quietly on the throne waiting for Pope Leo to arrive. As soon as Floros finished speaking, two holy servants opened the door first. They bowed to Charles, and then lit the torches in the front hall one by one with a torch. And entering the front hall behind them was a holy servant who placed a silver-white triple crown on a tray covered with white cloth. And two holy servants who waving silver spiced bells to clear the way.

Then there was Leo in the pope's robe and the holy staff in his hand. The basic tone of the robe is dark green, with dark golden complex patterns on it. He holds a wooden staff entwined with twin snakes and vines. All the hair was shaved off in order to wear the thin cap that lay close to the skin beneath the triple crown.

Let his belly not protrude too much and make his clothes wrinkle, but fall gently from his shoulders. This will make him look strong rather than fat.

He was wearing white and clean gloves, and there were two shoulder straps with dark green background and densely written dark golden blessings around his neck and fell in front of his body. He wore a copper-colored triple crown on his head, and he looked like a magician. Leo walked forward with a solemn face. His fat face, which always smiled kindly, also showed a bit of compassion after makeup.

The twelve archbishops followed closely behind Leo, singing the song written by King Solomon in unison. Before the wise king Solomon ruled Egypt, he captured tens of thousands of Egyptian soldiers. But he didn't kill them, and he didn't imprison them. Instead, they are given milk every day, as well as goat milk with honey. King Solomon also wrote songs for them himself and asked someone to play them for them. Those captives do not need to work, and can even take a bath.

He also often walked among these rough and brutal soldiers. Preach to them and teach them how to behave. Answer their puzzles, just like being their teacher.

He was so kind and wise that the captives could not forget him when they returned to Egypt.

Later, the song Solomon wrote for them has been handed down. Among them, seventeen beautiful scenes of the king's wisdom and compassion, and the people's peace and happiness are written.

up to now. Both the language and tune have changed several times. But the lyrics were barely changed. From Roman times. Whenever there is an event attended by the king, the archbishops will sing this song to welcome the king. After the twelve archbishops, the nobles gradually enter the venue.

They kept quiet, walked quickly to the sides, and knelt down before Leo passed them.

Until Leo came to Charles, all the nobles had knelt down. Charles and Leo looked at each other, exchanged glances, and walked down from the throne to him.

"Our great pope, the successor of St. Peter. The messenger of King Solomon's will.

Charles raised his voice: "I promise, he is a noble man, a wise man, and a just man." I promise, his words are my words. His will is my will. I swear to inherit the will of King Solomon and St. Augustus, and believe in Solomonism for life. The Pope who protects us all said, holding up the heavy silver crown with both hands.

Leo knelt in front of Charles, and the holy servant gently took off the heavy bronze crown on Leo's head, which was the crown of the previous pope. In addition to the old crown, the person with the highest status will help to wear the crown. This is the pope's succession ceremony. The pope's secular power is closely related to the prestige of the person who gave him the crown.

Leo III.

Charles' voice fell, and he smiled and reached out to Leo who was wearing a new crown: "Please stand up, Your Excellency. It's your turn to talk. Leo nodded and stood up calmly.

He looked around and said in a deep voice, "In the name of the ninety-eighth pope, the highest patriarch of the Solomon Church, who we have chosen as the successor of the disciple of the truth."

"Here proclaim the three sacraments.