When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

For some reason, the beastman envoy's face changed after being told that the Papal State was the official orthodox continuation of the El Empire, rather than some fan-made work that ruined the original like the Holy El Empire.

After that, Boussac took him to visit the magnificent Papal Palace, the orderly Senate, the well-organized Four Legions, and the boundless citizens.

When he returned to the tent and saw Horn, his first words were: "I offer you loyalty and respect, great and supreme Emperor, welcome to your loyal Kingdom of Hithien."

Horn's gaze shifted to Boussac, who had a righteous look on his face.

He thought he had built up immunity to this sort of thing after being tortured by the Papal State, but he underestimated this world.

Horn never expected that they would actually believe Boussac's bragging.

How are the brains of the people in this world wired?

Of course, to be precise, compared to the kingdoms of the savages and beastmen, which often had forty or fifty people, Horn's country of one thousand two hundred people was indeed a great empire.

Looking at this Papal State, with its elections, Senate, legions, emperor, marshal, codified laws, and theocratic system,

except for the lack of a sea, it perfectly matched the characteristics and definition of the El Empire.

It was much more orthodox than the so-called Holy El Empire, and completely understood the spirit of the original work.

"Your Majesty, please forgive our rudeness," the envoy said, kneeling on the ground respectfully.

"Please, please rise," Horn said, barely managing to keep a straight face, his mouth almost pulled into a V-shape by the tense muscles.

"We didn't know this was your army before, and we offended you. We are truly sorry," the envoy no longer had his previous unruly attitude. "There is no need to mention the exchange of prisoners, we will send them back tomorrow."

Regardless of the process, the result was at least good.

Horn put on a smile: "That's great."

"But we have another request, that is, our king may want to ask you to crown her."

"Crown?"

The envoy nodded: "The El Empire has not appeared for a thousand years, and those fake El Empire people outside are rampant, which has led to us being loyal to the El Empire, but we have never been conferred, and the legal issues cannot be resolved, and rebellions continue."

"Why do you think those people outside are fake El Empires?"

"Hmph, missionaries once came to preach to us, and they actually claimed that the Father, the Mother, and the Son are one, which is simply absurd!" the envoy cursed angrily. "The Father, the Mother, and the Son are three gods, how can they be confused?"

Horn seemed to understand a little.

It was likely that these beastmen believed in the original Messianic Church from a thousand years ago, or the Messianic Church's personality heresy.

"They even call the Holy Mother the Holy Tree, which is even more absurd! If the Father doesn't 'day' the Holy Mother, how can the Holy Mother get pregnant? If she doesn't get pregnant, where does the Holy Son come from?"

"But the Holy Mother Asclepius is indeed a tree, only called the Mother of All Trees by the elves..." Armand couldn't help but ask.

"Can't the Father 'day' a tree? Is the Holy 'thing' such an inconvenient thing?"

Horn found that as long as he listened to him, he had to confirm with the people next to him to confirm whether what he heard was true.

What kind of outrageous words are these?

Does he know what he's talking about?

"You are not only the Lord of the Empire, but also the Son of Messiah, much more orthodox than that so-called Holy El Empire."

A barely-suppressed expression appeared on Horn's face: "Haha, is that so? That is to say, as long as I crown your king, you can send our people back?"

"Sending them back is our obligation, the coronation is just a request," the envoy replied sincerely.

"Understood," Horn nodded, indicating that in the outside world, face is given to each other, isn't it just a coronation? It's not the first time.

No one understands coronation better than Horn.

"Go back and make an appointment, preferably tomorrow morning, we won't wait too long."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

After saying goodbye to the envoy of the kingdom, Horn returned to the tent tiredly. After instructing Madeleine to prepare the props for the coronation ceremony, he fell into a deep sleep.

In the moonlight, howls came from the distant mountains, disturbing the sleep of many villagers.

Before dawn, the envoy arrived again, agreeing on the time and place for the coronation with Horn.

The time was when the sun rose, and the place was this small hill.

However, the conditions had changed. The news of the New El Empire spread rapidly throughout the Nine Kingdoms as soon as the Kingdom of Hithien came into contact with it.

The kings all hoped to be conferred by the emperor.

In this way, Horn would have to confer nine kings.

But whether it's one sheep or two, he was used to it.

After arranging the villagers, Horn stood on the side of the Blood and Sweat Road on the hill, quietly watching the distant mountains.

In the golden-red sunlight, water voles ran back and forth on the path, and several long-legged waterfowl slowly picked up green snakes from the puddles.

The air, with a faint smell of mud and the fishy smell of aquatic plants, poured into Horn's nose, and he exhaled a long breath.

He saw plumes of smoke rising from the foothills, from the groves of trees and bushes in the swamp.

"Aminoas, Aminoas, Idgraminoas."

A vast and sonorous folk song sounded over the swamp, accompanied by the sound of a flute and the out-of-tune sound of a lute.

At the end of the crisscrossing paths connecting to the main road, several staggering figures began to appear.

Walking on the path, two beastman strongmen carried a sedan chair, and a burly woman sat on the sedan chair.

The woman wore an apron around her waist, had knife scars left over from cutting vegetables on her hands, and a national treasure-level knife, which was also the best kitchen knife in the country, hanging from her waist.

The previous Mushadius led the way, pressing his fingertips on the air holes of the flute, blowing out-of-tune sounds.

After that, a square-faced beastman female guard followed behind the sedan chair.

As for the singing, it was Her Majesty the Queen personally providing the accompaniment for her appearance.

After all, Her Majesty the Queen also doubles as the court musician, court chef, court groom, and a series of other jobs.

One after another, such teams began to walk out from the end of the road, some still had sedan chairs, and some even had to walk by themselves.

Among the many kings, the most conspicuous were the wooden carvings and thatched statues they carried.

Sometimes the king himself held up the statue, and sometimes the king's husband, who also served as a "guard," held the statue on either side of the king's chariot.

"What is that?" Horn asked, looking at the greenish statue with some doubt.

"I asked, that's their patron saint, the angel Kengo and the angel Mongo," Boussac said in a low voice.

"I've never heard of these two angels."

"It may be the gods they worshiped before converting to Messira, which is very common among barbarians," Boner, as the etiquette instructor for this coronation, replied softly from the side.

After the "angel" with the classic orc face, blue face, fangs, and two pairs of wings appeared, Horn couldn't help but cover his mouth and cough.

Beyond the mountains on the horizon, half of the sun's halo had already appeared.

After the kings arrived, the chariots lined up opposite Horn, and the kings got out of the chariots and came to a distance of two fathoms away from Horn.

Because beastmen are prone to giving birth to women, they have always been a matriarchal society. Men are the common breeding machines of the entire community, and only the queen can monopolize a man.

Under the rule of the kingdom, the warlords are constantly rebelling, I am afraid this is the reason.

"The Nine Kings are here!" The envoy and King's husband Mushadius shouted loudly.

After Mushadius finished shouting, the nine queens greeted and bowed to Horn in turn.

After the pleasantries were over, an old queen stepped forward and asked: "Can you verify whether you are really the Son of Messira?"

If Horn was not mistaken, she should be Queen Amazon of Hithien.

Horn immediately tore open his clothes and showed them his neck, immediately eliciting a burst of exclamations and amazement.

"Sure enough, this looks like the seed of Messira."

"Yes, if it were Lilith, there would be a big hole in her chest."

"It's still a matter of relatives, Messira failed to become emperor, and this little grandson was directly appointed as emperor."

Lilith? Who is that?

In fact, Horn wanted to ask who Lilith was, but he held back, fearing that it would conflict with the beliefs of these beastmen and reveal the truth.

Cece next to him seemed to be recalling something, with an extremely solemn expression.

Looking at the rising sun, Horn decided to urge them, otherwise, if these old ladies started chatting, he didn't know when it would end.

"It's getting late, let's hurry up with the coronation."

At Horn's suggestion, the coronation ceremony officially began.