These people stood in two rows dressed in gorgeous and noble clothes, with respectful expressions and pious attitudes, as if they were praying for the blessings of the common people, and the fluorescent stones taken from the magic objects emitted a holy and soft light, shining in the main hall and on them, and their faces, even every eyelash was in a soft light, exuding a solemn, sacred aura.

On the high steps behind these people, there stood an old man holding a scepter, wearing a crown, and wearing a gorgeous robe like a star and a moon, with an elegant temperament and a gentle expression, but the white hair on the sideburns and slightly sunken eyes looked a little haggard.

When Barton saw this elegant old man, his heart was shocked, his eyes widened, and he stood there and could not move.

"Teach, Your Holiness the Pope!" Barton looked up at him in amazement, his heart filled with shock and indescribable awe, he did not expect that he would actually see His Majesty the Great Pope with his own eyes.

Richelieu's eyes narrowed slightly as he looked down at the trembling young man, who, although he was not good-looking and not at all outstanding, was surprised to be trusted by the suspicious Dudian.

The people in the left and right rows looked at the young man with vague and sharp eyes, wanting to see what was so extraordinary about this man that he could become the new pope.

It's just that after looking at it for a while, everyone found that the latter is a real ordinary trainee knight, and he has no temperament just by his appearance, you know, in many cases, other people don't know your inside, and often imagine your personality and character through your temperament and appearance, and this young man's appearance and temperament really can't match the identity of "Pope".

For the first time, Barton was watched by so many people, and he felt his heart beat faster, his whole body was like a mountain, and he couldn't breathe, and it seemed that even the dark spots of radiation hidden under his clothes were exposed to the air, making him feel insecure, and he was so nervous that he broke out in a cold sweat all over his body, but he was ashamed to show it, so he only secretly endured it, and slowly moved towards the main hall under the guidance of El Nolin.

Richelieu watched Patton quietly, and when he walked in, a smile slowly appeared on his gentle face, "Mr. Patton, tomorrow is the time for you to succeed to the throne as the new Pope, are you ready?" ”

When Patton heard him speak, his heart skipped a beat, and he stammered: "Professor, Your Excellency, I, I ......"

Seeing his reaction, the people in the two rows on the side frowned slightly, but they all consciously lowered their heads slightly, and did not show it obviously.

Richelieu raised his hand slightly, stopped his words, and said softly: "You don't have to be nervous, when I was the Pope, I was as worried as you, and I didn't even sleep all night!" At this, he laughed softly.

The tense atmosphere in the main hall suddenly eased, and the rest of the people looked at each other, thinking that this was the same, and if they were to succeed the Pope, most of them would also tremble with nervousness and excitement.

Seeing his gentle appearance, Barton immediately felt more cordial, and nodded vigorously: "I know!" ”

Richelieu smiled and said, "When you succeed to the throne tomorrow, you need to recite the holy scriptures, and you should prepare this tonight, so that nothing goes wrong at that time." In addition, this succession ceremony will be attended by many nobles and bigwigs from the military region, and there must be no mistakes in the ceremony, so as not to be laughed at, you know? ”

Barton was startled, "Still chanting holy scriptures?" He didn't know many words, and they were adapted in recent years, and the holy scriptures were written earlier, and they were all ancient characters from the past, so he might not be able to recognize them all, and wouldn't it be too embarrassing if he couldn't read half of them?

Richelieu's eyes flickered slightly, and he said softly: "You don't have to worry, you only need to choose one of the recitations, you don't need to recite the whole one, I will have someone come over to guide you in the evening." ”

Barton breathed a sigh of relief, and just wanted to say that it was great, but he felt that it was too casual to talk like this, so he had to say in a curtive voice: "Thank you, Your Majesty, Pope." ”

"The ritual will be rehearsed in the evening, and you should familiarize yourself with it first." Richelieu said gently, and then turned his head to the two rows next to him: "Tomorrow's succession ceremony, don't make any mistakes, all the paperwork must be ready, this matter can't be sloppy, you know!" At this, his expression was extremely stern, and there was no softness towards Barton.

"Yes!" Everyone responded in unison.

El Nolin also responded, sighing secretly in his heart, knowing that the matter was a foregone conclusion and he was powerless to change it. However, this was not the worst thing for him, and he guessed that the reason why the other bishops would agree was probably because of one reason - this little imp was at least better than Richelieu as pope, and when his foundation was unstable, he was able to put it to the air, and even plunder resources to a great extent for his own use!

This is something that Richelieu could not do when he was in office, and secondly, this little ghost is too ordinary, even if he is cultivated by the resources of the Holy See in the future, it will be difficult to become atmospheric for a while, and the certainty of replacing him in the future is far greater than replacing Richelieu!

In these respects, this is a greater benefit.

Thinking of this, he was secretly relieved in his heart, and suddenly felt that looking at this little ghost was a lot more pleasing to the eye.

The night passed in a blink of an eye.

The liturgical rehearsals were held all night in Piazza San Marco of the Holy See of Light, and Patton attended several times, and after getting acquainted with it, he read the canon of Light under the guidance of someone arranged by Richelieu. The rest of the Knight of Light, the Knight Chief, and the Light Priest were still rehearsing over and over again, until they cooperated with each other without any mistakes, and then ended the grand exercise.

The dawn shone obliquely down from Mount Utop.

Although it was early in the morning, it was already extremely lively at the foot of the mountain, and groups of carriages were slowly coming, and the carriages were planted with the flags of various nobles, among which there were also military carriages, as well as the carriages of the inquisition, the knight's hall and other big people. Pedestrians who had come to watch the grand ceremony on the side of the street were excited and pointed at the passing carriages.

Knock~Knock!

The bell rang and the echo reverberated throughout Mount Uto.

The grand ceremony began in St. Mark's Square, a square that has been held for more than 200 years, with towering statues of successive popes, looking down on the dense figures of the square.

As the psalms and music sounded, Barton and Richelieu entered the hall and ascended to the highest altar.

Barton had seen so many people before, and as far as the eye could see, there were all black heads and cheers, and his back was covered with cold sweat with nervousness.

Richelieu sensed his crampedness and guided him slowly along the ritual.

Moments later, as the alternating rite ended, Richelieu withdrew from the altar, leaving Barton alone to recite the Holy Book of Light.

Richelieu, who had retreated, returned to the main hall at the back of the square, which was now empty, without half a guard, and everyone gathered in the square in front of him. Richelieu pushed the door in, walked into the center of the main hall, looked up, and saw a black-haired young man leaning comfortably on the papal throne behind the main hall, with his legs crossed and his cheeks on his hands, looking at the ground in distraction.