"Get up! Get up! Get over early and get a good spot! ”

"Lord Tepes, sure enough, is the monarch chosen by God, and he actually allowed the commoners to watch the sacred coronation ceremony."

Before dawn, the whole city woke up from its slumber.

The hustle and bustle of shouting, one after another, enthusiastic people, excitedly discussing today's big event.

Half a month ago, there were preachers at bulletin booths all over the city to publicize the news of Tepes's coronation.

All this time, the coronation of the monarch was held in a stately church.

Only the nobles and high-ranking clergy can witness this sacred process.

And today, the great Lord Tepes, has changed the place of his coronation to the palace terrace.

And what an honor it is to allow them, the commoners, to observe the ceremony in the square in front of the palace.

In order to witness this historic moment, countless people got up before dawn, just to rush to the square early and occupy an excellent position.

When people arrived at the square, the excitement was half cooled in an instant.

Because they saw more than 200 Ottoman soldiers surrounding the Palace of Kurtea, responsible for the coronation ceremony.

As Wallachians, whether it is an artisan or a trader, or even a beggar begging along the street, I feel that my face is gloomy.

Of course, although angry, the coronation ceremony still has to be seen, and more and more people gather in the square.

As the sun moves from due east to southeast, people gradually walk up to the spacious and empty palace terrace.

At this moment, the people in the square were even more unhappy, because it was the annoying Ottoman soldiers who stood on the terrace.

Four groups of Ottoman soldiers, eighty men in all, stood in a neat line at the four corners of the terrace.

"Damn, don't go to church to be crowned, it can't be because of these heretics!?"

"Lord Tepes, but the chosen monarch of God, how can he do this!"

Loud voices of skepticism spread among the crowd, and of course, this is only the idea of a few people now.

Immediately afterwards, someone went up to the terrace, and the discussion stopped.

An aristocratic lord wearing a floppy hat and a crimson velvet coat stepped onto the terrace.

The attire on their bodies is the standard dress of aristocratic men when attending major ceremonies.

The number of mink inlays on their caps, and the different styles of their tiaras, speak for themselves.

Beside these noble lords are noble ladies who are all over their bodies and shining with jewels.

Compared to their husbands, these ladies are much more gorgeously dressed.

"Wow! Such a beautiful evening dress and long dress, when will I have one! ”

"The aristocratic lords and noble ladies are so magnificent, and look at the patched torn clothes on my body, it's really embarrassing."

Attention shifted from the Ottoman soldiers to the noble lords and noble ladies on the terraces.

A few minutes later, the aristocrats, according to their status, lined up on either side of the terrace, in a biased place towards the entrance.

In the midst of them, a wide road is left with a long cashmere red carpet.

Clang...... Clang...... Clang......

After a while, the quaint bronze bell at the top of the sunset tower was slowly ringed.

The bell rings twelve times, heralding the beginning of a new year and telling people that the coronation has officially begun.

The last bell rang and silence arose, and ten altar attendants, dressed in brown friars' robes, walked up the red carpet from the entrance to the terrace.

These altar attendants are not of high status, but they are an integral part of the whole ceremony.

Behind them were ten chanting attendants dressed in gray monk's robes.

Behind, a church choir of twenty people, dressed in white robes and wearing a red belt around their waists.

The members of the choir were all white-faced and beardless, and all of them were underage teenagers.

The first thing they did when they joined the choir was not to be taught, but to be castrated in order to preserve their delicate voices.

Non-clergy, after admission, stand in the place where they belong.

Twenty nuns then walked into two rows and onto the terrace.

They were dressed in black nun dresses, light blue cloaks, and held wooden crosses in both hands, which were placed on their chests.

Two rows of nuns stood on the left and right sides of the red carpet, and then the deacons in gorgeous yellow robes entered.

As you can see from the clothes, this is a group of respectable guys, with wrinkles on their faces and gray hair, betraying their age.

Find your place and stand still, and then enter behind you are not religious people, but members of the Basarab family and invited guests.

Lady Maria, Little Vradis, Duke Daan, and others were among them. Bogdan and little Stefan also walked together as VIPs.

A smiling Braye, dressed in a luxurious purple robe and a black felt hat inlaid with rubies, walked alongside Madame Maria.

Until this moment, the huge palace terrace was already full of people.

The most important characters also began to appear in turn.

Bishop Mitte, along with the two tall friars that Tsepeš had ever seen, slowly walked onto the red carpet.

Bishop Mitte walked in the center, holding a tray in both hands, and on a purple flannel cushion rested a quaint silver crown.

Two monks, lined up on either side, each holding a long sword and a thick book in both hands.

They walked to the front of the terrace, stopped on the left, and turned to face the crowd below.

Finally, Patriarch Apaca appeared, dressed in a red robe, wearing a red round hat, and carrying a gem-encrusted scepter in his right hand, as he walked down the red carpet.

Slightly past Bishop Mitte's position, he slowly turned around and stood impartially on the central axis of the red carpet.

"My God I will worship you, and my heart loves you deeply......"

The innocent voices sounded, and the boys of the choir, with their most beautiful songs, greeted the noble protagonist.

Amid the chant, Cepes strode up to the terrace, dressed in a purple garment, with a red velvet cloak behind him, long dragging on the floor.

The crowd on the terrace looked at Cepes; Countless people in the square couldn't help but cheer.

"He is worthy of being the monarch chosen by God, he is really imposing!"

"Look, how powerful the steps of Master Tepes, he will surely lead us to a better future!"

The appearance of both aristocrats and religious figures before was to pave the way for this moment.

People's mood was already extremely excited, and with the appearance of Cepes, it reached a climax.

Under the cover of people's cheers, a few out-of-tune voices in the choir were naturally ignored.

Tsepes came to Apaca, a priest attendant, and quickly placed a square mat filled with feathers between the two of them.

When the square mat was placed, the waiter glanced at Cepes imperceptibly.

Cepes blinked in response, then looked at the square mat on the ground, on which were written three words, six-six-six.

Seeing the familiar code means that everything is going smoothly and the personnel are all in place.

Tsepes smiled, lowered his head, and knelt on the cushion.

ps Eunuch singers only became popular in the 16th century, don't be more serious.