When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

“Ehehe, chicken soup's here.”

The night was as still as water, even a bit chilly, but Madelaine's voice sounded so warm at that moment.

He carried a large pot of chicken soup, taking quick, small steps as he entered the scribing room known as the dining hall.

The rich aroma of chicken soup, eager to burst forth, wafted from the pot's lid, causing the noses of the papal state's high-ranking bishops present to twitch slightly.

Placing the chicken soup on the five-meter-long scribing table, Madelaine wiped his hands with his apron and looked around. “Drink up, why aren't you drinking?”

“Jeshka, sit down. Let's have a couple of sips of soup first.” Horn smiled, explaining to the bishops present, “This is a late-night snack I specially ordered the kitchen to prepare, to reward everyone.”

Jeshka, who had been standing by the map on the wall, obediently sat down at the table.

Picking up a ceramic bowl, Madelaine ladled a bowl of soup and handed it to Jeshka. “Here, drink it while it's hot.”

Each of the seven or eight people present received a bowl of soup, even the guards standing at the door.

Chicken legs, wings, and breasts naturally went into the bellies of the bishops, while the guards could only eat chicken heads and feet.

Although the papal state had vast territories and abundant resources, the guards couldn't enjoy chicken soup like this every day, so naturally, they had no complaints.

Picking up a spoon, Kirvis scooped up a spoonful of chicken soup, wanting to put it in his mouth.

But his hand trembled uncontrollably, and he had to use his other hand to hold his wrist to successfully drink the soup.

“This tastes a bit strange.”

“Having chicken soup is good enough, what are you complaining about? If you don't drink it, I will.” Madelaine rolled his eyes and took a sip. “Tsk tsk, not too salty, not too bland, the taste is excellent.”

Granpwen, who was next to him, took out a small glass of malt wine. “I think you're probably missing this.”

Kirvis grinned and took it. “I have important things to do tomorrow, so I'll only drink this one glass, just one glass, no one can talk me out of it.”

“Who's trying to talk you out of it?”

The others, including Busak, couldn't help but laugh, and even Danji, who was usually serious, smiled and took a sip of the chicken soup.

“Alright, alright, be serious, we're having a strategy meeting here.” With a smile on his face, Horn tapped the table with the scepter in his hand. “Quiet, quiet.”

Blowing on the steam rising from the chicken soup in his bowl, Horn smiled at Jeshka and said, “Madelaine wasn't here just now, can you briefly summarize our plan again?”

“Yes, Your Excellency.”

Jeshka pointed to the simple map spread out on the table and said, “Please look, this is the battle location we agreed upon with the militia captain of the church, Little Muddy Ditch.

This place was originally a small slope, a field belonging to an armed farmer, with dense bushes and small woods on both sides, and a circle of fence around the edge.

After the flood, this part of the original dirt road became muddy, restricting the width of the battlefield.

No matter how many people they have, they will definitely not be able to deploy here. Originally, any commander with a brain would avoid this route.

But due to the enemy's selfishness and arrogance, they actually set the route through here.”

Jeshka gestured on the map with a small twig. “We can arrange for the Black Hats to attract attention at the opening in the front.

Our Guards and the Knights of the Holy Grail will be ambushed on the flanks, taking the opportunity to strike.

The armored soldiers will be encircled and annihilated by the Knights of the Holy Grail, dividing their forces into two groups.

The Pontifical Swiss Guard only needs to entangle the night watchmen, and when the Black Hats defeat the peasant soldiers, they will come to support us.

At that time, we can take them by surprise and defeat the enemy with a pincer attack.”

“The plan is impeccable.” Granpwen scratched his head. “But can the Black Hats really defeat the peasant soldiers?”

“The Black Hats' training results have improved by leaps and bounds recently. I think they can barely meet the requirements.” Horn took a sip of the chicken soup. “Jeshka, what do you say?”

“Absolutely, Your Excellency. If even one church soldier steps over the fence, I will change my last name to Snot.” Jeshka replied decisively.

“Everyone, the rise and fall of the papal state depends on this battle.” Horn nodded and raised the ceramic bowl in his hand. “It's getting late, everyone finish this bowl of soup and go back to rest.”

After drinking the chicken soup, everyone dispersed, and Horn returned to his bedroom with heavy steps.

But when he lay on the big bed, he didn't feel sleepy.

He rolled from one side of the bed to the other, unable to close his eyes, tossing and turning like this.

Time passed little by little, the moon gradually hung high, and just as Horn was about to get up and wait awake until morning prayers, Carrie's arm reached over from the side.

The warm moisture tickled Horn's ears, and there was a fragrance of unknown origin.

“Papa, are you going to fight tomorrow?”

“No, we're just going to a special knight tournament, not going to fight.”

“Really? I don't believe it.” Carrie pouted. “You're clearly going to fight.”

Horn chuckled and tapped her head. “You knew that?”

“I'm not a damn fool!”

Horn's eyes widened. “Who taught you that?”

Carrie stammered and refused to continue speaking, but reached out and hugged Horn's waist, pressing Horn's head into her undulating curves.

Pillowing his head on Carrie's broad chest, Horn sighed comfortably.

“Papa, if you leave tomorrow, will you come back?”

“Maybe never, maybe tomorrow.” After a long silence, Horn murmured.

Horn didn't know if he was saying this to Carrie or to himself.

Not long after saying this, lying in Carrie's arms, sleepiness climbed onto Horn's forehead, which he hadn't felt in a long time.

Resting his head between two warm mounds of flesh, as if floating in soft seawater, Horn's eyelids grew heavier and heavier.

After a long silence, Carrie hugged Horn's head and whispered, “Papa, I want to go with you too.”

“Don't be silly.” Horn's eyes were already closed, but he still didn't forget to refuse. “You've even forgotten your witch abilities, you're too weak to truss a chicken, stay at home obediently.”

Pouting, Carrie didn't reply, but just pressed her cheek to the top of Horn's head.

Feeling the soft touch on his head, Horn couldn't open his eyes anymore and fell asleep just like that.

In the midst of the piled-up breasts, Horn seemed to release his long-standing fatigue and tension, and slept exceptionally sweetly.

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“Your Excellency, Your Excellency.”

Granpwen's voice rang in Horn's ears, and Horn opened his eyes groggily, as if he had just closed them.

“Is it time?”

Granpwen didn't speak, but just stepped aside, and the faint morning light poured in through the rose window.

Horn instantly woke up.

According to the original plan, they were to get up and assemble at 5 o'clock during morning prayers and set off, when it should still be dark.

A terrible thought appeared in Horn's mind.

They seemed to have overslept.

Jumping out of bed suddenly, Horn didn't care about his clothes or anything.

He darted to the bedroom door, and as soon as he walked out, he saw Jeshka walking over from the other side of the corridor.

“What's going on?”

Looking at Jeshka, who had his pants on backward and was hastily tucking the hem of his clothes into his waistband, Horn asked sternly.

Jeshka was covered in sweat. “Originally, we were supposed to be woken up by the cock crowing three times or the monks ringing the bell, but today the cock didn't crow, and the bell didn't ring. I thought I woke up early, until the sun rose, then I realized something was wrong…”

“The cock didn't crow? Why?”

“Our only timekeeping cock seems to have been made into chicken soup by the cook last night.”

“Didn't you taste it? Weren't they told to use the little hen that fell to its death!?”

“No…”

“What about the monk who rings the bell?”

“He was accidentally injured and died when Townley attacked the monastery.”

“Didn't you arrange for a newcomer?”

“Yes, two armed farmers, but those two armed farmers joined the Black Hats, and you ordered all the Black Hats to sleep in the barracks collectively, so…”

At this time, Kirvis and the others also realized what was happening, and they hurriedly walked over from the end of the corridor.

“Your Excellency, Bunian and Rafael have already started assembling the troops, and the Guards are also gathering.” Barefoot, Kirvis hurriedly walked and shouted.

“I went to ask about the timekeeping cock.” Madelaine was trembling with anxiety. “The cook said that the little hen fell to its death from a high place, was tempted by the devil, and its soul went to hell, so it couldn't be eaten.

You also ordered that a pot of chicken soup must be made no matter what, although they were very reluctant, they still slaughtered the timekeeping rooster.”

Horn was momentarily speechless. “It's already dawn, and none of us woke up?”

“Cough.” Kirvis coughed. “Your Excellency, actually many people woke up early, but only a few of us bishops dared to come out.

According to the 'Horizontal Sleeping Doctrine,' getting up and going out before the cock crows three times or the bell rings is considered going out at night without permission, violating the doctrine, and is punishable by whipping.

You only dismissed a brigade commander for this matter the day before yesterday…”

Having been hit by two boomerangs in a row, Horn only felt his eyes bloodshot. “How late are we?”

“We were supposed to get up at morning prayers (5 o'clock), set off at dawn (6 o'clock), and start the battle at Chenjing time (8:30), now it should be a little past dawn.”

“Wake them all up and set off for Little Muddy Ditch immediately.”

ps There will definitely be another chapter later, I've already written half of it.

Then, there will be extra updates on the weekend to make up for what I owed before.