When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

After a day of trekking, ascending and descending mountains, the Papal State's massive convoy finally reached the campsite marked on the map.

Sheltered from the cold wind by the hillside and supplied with water by the stream, the people began busily setting up the real camp after establishing a decoy camp ten miles away.

Calculating the time, Hoen returned to the Papal Palace tent.

According to the rules and regulations set by Hoen, every evening at the encampment, after the camp was arranged, all the elders had to come to the Senate to deliberate and decide on the arrangements for the next day.

The Senate was located in the Stag Room of the Papal Palace.

This round table brought from the Gulag Monastery could serve as both a privy council and a Senate.

At this moment, twenty-four elders were seated around the Senate table, consisting of twenty heads of ten households, two heads of a hundred households, and two legion commanders.

Their seating arrangement was clearly divided into three factions, each pounding the table and roaring.

"On what basis? Who can judge whether a head of ten households is doing a good job?"

"The selection of heads of ten households was initially based on voting, so why can't we, the elders, use voting to remove them?"

"Ah, I see," an elder who had been sitting quietly suddenly stood up and slammed a fist on the table. "If you don't side with the Donkey faction or the Elephant faction, you'll be ganged up on, is that it?"

"That Fink from our ten households, I was wondering why he's been helping others with their work lately. He's the replacement you've arranged, isn't he?"

"Stir it up, stir it up, you just keep stirring! If you mess up the journey, throw the whole country into chaos, and lose the race walking competition, then you'll be satisfied."

Sitting at the head of the table, Hoen rested his head on his fist, a look of numb despair on his face.

In fact, when Hoen heard the intelligence about the elders from Cheka Director Rene, he couldn't quite understand it.

How many people were there? How few people were in this fake Papal State of theirs?

There were only twenty-four heads of ten households in total, yet they were divided into three factions.

The Donkey faction, represented by Busak, the Elephant faction, represented by Jeska, and the leaderless Neutral faction.

The Donkey faction was named because Busak had a long face, like a donkey.

Busak's supporters were mainly from the Old Red Mill village and the first batch of heads of ten households who joined.

They always considered themselves to be from the same village as Holy Grandson, absolute family, and looked down on Jeska who came from out of town.

The Elephant faction was named because Busak mocked Jeska's round face, like a pig, while Jeska claimed that war elephants also had round faces.

Jeska's supporters were mainly refugees and the later joined heads of ten households, mostly from the Black Hat Army.

After the daily routine of arranging the itinerary meetings, they would begin their usual political infighting.

The current scene was the Donkey and Elephant factions forcing the three neutral elder heads of ten households to take sides.

Seeing that they were about to brawl before the Holy One again, Hoen picked up the scepter that had been knocked askew and slammed it heavily on the table.

"Silence! Silence!"

Slowly standing up, Hoen looked around, and when he saw that everyone had quieted down, he slowly said:

"Right now, we are traveling through the mountains, enduring great hardship, all for the sake of winning two out of three games, so that the old Pope has nothing to say.

But you must know that the overall situation is not yet settled. If we don't win this time, and the old Pope insists on dragging it out until he dies before passing on the throne, what will you do?

Some things require distinguishing between primary and secondary priorities. Sometimes, if you suffer grievances, you must endure them. You are elders, bearing insults and tolerating filth, serving the country. This is what you should do.

I established the Senate so that the voices of the common people can reach my ears directly. In the Senate, we are all equal. How can there be any reason to target each other?"

Sighing deeply, Hoen called out to Armand beside him, "Announce the vote. Regarding the Elder Exile Act, I vote against it."

"Ahem." Clearing his throat, Armand read out the voting results in his hand, "Elder Exile Act, 14 votes in favor, 10008 votes against, 2 abstentions, not passed."

"This is simply the darkest day in the Senate!"

"If this continues, the country will be ruined!"

"How can the Papal State be run well with this bunch of vermin elders?"

The elders walked out of the Senate grumbling, leaving Hoen slumped in his chair.

He walked out of the Papal Palace, called out to Jeanna and Carrie, and headed towards the food tent.

He and several bishops randomly chose a head of a hundred households to eat with each day to prevent the deduction of Holy grain.

Arriving at a food tent, according to Hoen's own words, he should have queued up.

But most of the time, when the villagers saw Hoen coming, they would have the food servers fill a bowl first, passing it along one by one to His Holiness the Pope.

Hoen held the ceramic bowl, nodded and smiled at the villagers, asked for Sissi's location, and went over to find her.

"Sissi."

Sissi was sitting next to a fallen log, with a campfire in front of her. She was hammering sorrel in gauze to make sorrel sauce.

"Your Holiness Holy Grandson." Sissi wiped the sweat from her forehead with a handkerchief, full of charm, and straightened up. "Is there anything you need?"

"Wasn't today supposed to be about the issue of spells? Do you think I still have a chance to use spells?"

"From the orichalcum, it can be seen that you can't feel mana, but you have mana and can interact with alchemical products..."

Sissi pondered silently. After thinking for a long time, she still spread her hands, "I really haven't thought of any passively cast spells. If we were at our secret party headquarters, you could try alchemy."

"Alchemy?"

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"Yes, first-generation wizards don't need to learn, second-generation wizards learn shaping, third-generation wizards play divination, and the worst wizards do alchemy."

"How am I the worst wizard?"

Sissi was thinking, as if trying to explain to Hoen. After a moment, she slowed down her speech, thinking as she spoke:

"For witches and first-generation familiars, spells are mana. As long as you simply release mana, it will form a spell. The rest is just a matter of control.

Only from the second generation onwards will there be the issue of learning spells. Correspondingly, they are freed from shackles and can try to learn and cast other spells.

However, the more similar they are to their source spells, the smoother they will be to cast and the faster they will be to learn.

Therefore, wizards often form organizations and families based on factions and lineages, and intermarry within the organization or family to prevent mixed bloodlines that lead to nothing.

Alchemy is done by wizards with mixed bloodlines. This doesn't mean they are not important, it's just that there are too many of them. You know that things are valued when they are rare."

"I seem to be a first-generation wizard, right?" Knocking off Carrie's unclean little hand that was playing with his hair, Hoen stood up and sat opposite Sissi.

"But you can't feel mana, which is similar to the fifth or sixth generation," Sissi said helplessly, "No matter what kind of spell, the first element is to feel mana, and you can't feel it at all."

Scratching his scalp hard, Hoen could only sigh, "Then I'll honestly use my big bow."

He had originally planned to take this opportunity to improve his personal strength, but looking at it this way, it was still a no-go.

But compared to before, Hoen is now equivalent to a small mobile ballista, which is still much stronger.

At this time, Jeanna suddenly leaned over, "Since the people infected by the witch are first-generation familiars, what are the witch's offspring? The zeroth generation?"

"There is no zeroth generation. It is basically impossible for witches to have offspring."

Jeanna propped herself up on the log under her buttocks and forced a smile, "What are you talking about?"

"It is very difficult for witches to conceive. Even the most powerful wizards, if they make children with witches, even first-generation familiars, are likely to be bedridden due to more serious witch disease.

Even if they are lucky enough to get pregnant after several times, they will give birth to stillborn babies, or simply miscarry during pregnancy.

The only exception was about twenty or thirty years ago, when a witch gave birth to a living baby. At that time, it was regarded as a miracle, and all the witch secret party witches ran to observe the fake.

In the end, it was proved that the reason the baby didn't die was that she was also a witch.

We estimate that the reason witches can't have children may be because ordinary babies die in the witch's womb due to witch disease and mana contamination.

Without saying a word, Jeanna slowly retreated and sat back in her place.

"The world is sometimes so cruel to witches, or rather, for all extraordinary creatures, reproduction is a problem.

If the witch's power could be inherited, it wouldn't take a hundred years for all the church empires to be flooded by witches and familiar armies, just like the vampires did back then."

Sissi seemed to see something and said sincerely, "Witches can adopt second and third-generation babies as their own children. Many witches do this, and it's almost the same as having their own children.

Jeanna, I'm afraid I have to tell you that everything has a price. Your powerful strength is also your powerful curse."

ps I'll try to add more and see if I can come up with another chapter tonight