These people were dressed in luxurious clothes and stood in two rows. Their expressions were respectful and pious, as if they were praying for the commoners. The fluorescent stones taken from the bodies of the monsters emitted a holy and gentle radiance that illuminated the hall, as well as their bodies, faces, and even their eyelashes. In the gentle radiance, they exuded a solemn and holy aura.
On the high steps behind these people stood a figure with a crown on his head and a scepter in his hand. He was an old man dressed in a gorgeous robe that looked like the stars and the moon. He had an elegant temperament and a gentle expression, but the white hair on his temples and his slightly sunken eyes made him look a little haggard.
Barton's eyes widened as he saw the old man. He couldn't move his feet.
"P-Pope!" Barton looked up at the old man. His heart was full of shock and indescribable awe. He didn't think that he would be able to see the great Pope with his own eyes.
Richelieu looked down at the trembling boy, his eyes slightly narrowed. Although the latter was not handsome and did not have the slightest bit of outstanding qualities, he was surprised that he could get the trust of the suspicious Dean.
The people in the two rows on the left and right turned to look at the young man. Their gazes were obscure and sharp, sizing him up. They wanted to see what was so special about him that he could become the new Pope.
However, after looking at him for a moment, everyone realized that he was just an ordinary apprentice knight. His appearance alone did not have any temperament at all. It must be known that most of the time, people did not know what was inside of them. They would often speculate about one's character and character through one's temperament and appearance. However, the appearance and temperament of this young man really could not match the identity of a "pope".
This was the first time Barton was being stared at by so many people. He felt his heartbeat quicken, as if there was a mountain pressing down on his body, making it hard for him to breathe. It was as if even the dark spots of radiation hidden under his clothes were exposed to the air, making him feel completely insecure. He was so nervous that his entire body was drenched in cold sweat, but he was too embarrassed to show it. He could only endure it and slowly walk into the hall under Elnorin's lead.
Richelieu stared at Barton quietly. When Barton walked closer, a smile slowly appeared on his gentle face. "Mr. Barton, tomorrow is the day you will inherit the throne and become the new Pope. Are you ready?"
Barton's heart jumped as he heard Richelieu's words. He stammered: "Pope, I, I …"
Seeing his reaction, the people in the two rows beside him frowned slightly, but they all consciously lowered their heads and didn't show their displeasure.
Richelieu raised his hand slightly and stopped him from speaking. He said softly, "You don't have to be nervous. When I was the Pope, I was just as nervous as you are. I couldn't even sleep for an entire night!" At this point, he smiled lightly.
The tense atmosphere in the hall immediately eased. The rest of the people looked at each other, thinking that it was true. If it were them, they would probably be trembling with nervousness and excitement.
Barton saw his gentle demeanor and immediately felt a sense of familiarity. He nodded vigorously and said, "I understand!"
Richelieu smiled and said, "Tomorrow, when you are inaugurating the Pope, you will need to recite the Holy Bible. You will have to prepare for this tonight. In addition, there will be many nobles and military leaders coming to watch the ceremony. Don't make a mistake during the ceremony. Do you understand? "
Barton was shocked: "I have to read the Holy Bible?" He did not know many words, and most of them had been adapted in recent years. The Holy Bible was written earlier, so it was written in ancient characters. He might not be able to read them all. Wouldn't it be awkward if he did not know how to read halfway?
Richelieu's eyes flashed. "Don't worry. You only need to choose one of them to read. You don't have to read the whole thing. I will send someone to guide you tonight."
Barton heaved a sigh of relief. He was about to say that was great, but he felt that it was too casual. "Thank you, Your Highness."
"The ceremony will be held tonight. Familiarize yourself with it first," Richelieu said gently. Richelieu said gently. He then turned to the two rows of people next to him and said, "For the inauguration ceremony tomorrow, everyone, do not make any mistakes. All the documents must be prepared. There is no room for sloppiness in this matter, understand?" As he said this, his expression became extremely stern. He did not have the slightest bit of gentleness toward Barton.
"Yes!" Everyone replied in unison.
Elnorin also responded, but he sighed in his heart. He knew that it was a done deal, and there was nothing he could do to change it. However, this was not the worst thing that could happen to him. He guessed that the other bishops had agreed to it because this kid was at least better than Richelieu being the Pope. When Richelieu's foundation was not stable, he could be a mere figurehead. He could even plunder a lot of resources for his own use!
This was something that Richelieu could not do when he was the Pope. Secondly, this kid was too ordinary. Even if he received the resources of the Church in the future, he would not be able to achieve much in a short period of time. The chances of replacing him in the future were much higher than replacing Richelieu!
From these aspects, this was a great advantage.
Thinking of this, he felt relieved. He suddenly felt that this kid was much more pleasing to the eye.
The night passed in the blink of an eye.
The Light Church's St. Mark's Square carried out the rehearsal for the ceremony the entire night. Barton had participated in it several times, and after familiarizing himself with it, he began to read the Light Scriptures under the guidance of someone arranged by Richelieu. The rest of the Knights of Light, the Knights of Light, and the Priests of Light were still rehearsing it over and over again. Only when there were no mistakes did the grand rehearsal end.
The light of dawn shone down from Mount Utopia.
Although it was early in the morning, the foot of the mountain was already very lively. Groups of carriages came slowly, with the flags of various nobles on the carriages. There were also carriages from the military, as well as carriages from the Court of Judges and the Hall of Knights. The pedestrians who had come to watch the grand ceremony saw the carriages passing by and were excited, pointing and whispering.
Dong! Dong!
The Holy Bell rang, and the echo spread throughout Mount Utopia.
The grand ceremony began in St. Mark's Square. On this square that had endured for more than two hundred years, the statues of the previous Popes were huge and towering, overlooking the densely packed figures in the square.
With the sound of poetry and music, Barton and Richelieu entered and ascended the highest altar.
Barton had never seen so many people before. As far as the eye could see, all he could see were black heads and cheers. He was so nervous that his back was covered in cold sweat.
Richelieu sensed his nervousness and guided him slowly through the ceremony.
After a while, as the succession ceremony ended, Richelieu retreated from the altar, leaving Barton alone to recite the Light Scriptures.
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