When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

"How is Horn?"

"They say he woke up for a little while, ate some millet porridge, and then fell asleep again."

"Why didn't anyone stop Horn?"

"What could I do? Is there any point in you badgering me like this?"

Unlike usual, even though they had entered Andburg for rest, the Senate remained gloomy.

The 'Ten Thousand Votes' they were talking about was the senators' nickname for Horn, as addressing him as 'Your Eminence' was reserved for face-to-face conversations, and 'Holy Grandson' and 'Pope' sounded too formal.

After some deliberation, they gave Horn the nickname 'Ten Thousand Votes'.

After all, the rules stipulated that all senators were equal, with one vote each, but clearly, as the Holy Grandson, Horn was more equal, so his vote was worth ten thousand.

Their trouble today was that the 'Ten Thousand Vote' lord insisted on testing that orichalcum great bow named 'Ferdinand'.

The power of the Ferdinand bow was clear to all; a single arrow could blast a small hole in a mountainside rock wall, its power was self-evident.

But 'Ten Thousand Votes' was too excited and insisted on shooting a fourth arrow. It wouldn't have mattered if he hadn't, but as soon as he shot it, he fell straight down, scaring everyone.

You see, Horn was the absolute central figure of the entire Papal State. If he fell, almost no one would have the prestige to suppress the surging senators and unruly soldiers of the Papal State.

Fortunately, Horn only fainted and was not seriously injured.

After the usual mutual accusations were completed, they entered the formal deliberation phase. Cherville rapped on the table.

"'Ten Thousand Votes' has ordered us to deliberate independently and just show him the final result. After all, we have to set off tomorrow, and there must be no delays."

Under the chairmanship of the cardinals, the Senate meeting proceeded as usual in the dusty castle hall.

Looking out from the hall, the massive mountains seemed about to topple over.

Before the towering mountains, within a radius of dozens of miles, only this lonely, abandoned white castle stood, like a small white flower on a hillside.

When the valley wind blew, it seemed as if it would truly sway.

In the red glow of the setting sun, the stone walls were covered with spreading moss, and the dilapidated castle gate was overgrown with weeds and tangled bushes. It seemed no one had been here for many years.

Refugees pushed carts, drove livestock, and rode wagons, stepping over the century-old flagstone ground.

Black Hat Army soldiers gathered firewood and cut down trees around Andburg, bonfires were lit not far away, and children played among the ruins.

This was a rare moment of rest in a day's journey.

A hundred years ago, this castle was a bridgehead to defend against beastmen raiders. At that time, the highland mountains were full of beastmen tribes and bandits.

After the end of the Century War, a large number of knights and armed personnel became unemployed, and the Empire simply sent them to suppress bandits and serve as pioneer knights.

Thus, the beastmen were gradually driven into the Thousand River Valley and the swamps and forests of Black Serpent Bay.

The castle naturally lost its purpose and slowly fell into disrepair over time.

Later, the Joannites discovered this place and set it up as a secret stronghold, serving as a supply point for that 'Blood and Sweat Road'.

Cecilia's White Mountain Hermitage and the Joannites were sister secret parties with a good relationship, so some facilities and strongholds were shared.

That's why Cecilia knew there was a warehouse here.

But when she searched according to her memory, she found a big problem.

In this small room, Cecilia was covered in cobwebs, wriggling on the ground while feeling around the floor.

She touched here and knocked there, but couldn't find the entrance to the underground warehouse.

Standing up, Cecilia looked around. The underground warehouse should indeed be here, so why couldn't she find it?

She frowned, carefully recalling. It shouldn't be wrong. Could it be that she remembered it wrong?

Or did the Joannites make a mistake or give her false information?

Just as she hesitated, a faint click sounded from her ear.

Cecilia immediately turned her head and saw Carrie on the other side of the room, pushing open the rotten bookcase, lifting the carpet, and revealing the iron grating door under the carpet.

Cecilia's eyes widened: "How did you know the warehouse was here?"

Carrie turned her head, her eyes revealing a matter-of-fact, clear foolishness: "I just knew."

She muttered softly: "This place, I always feel like I've been here before."

"You're a Joannite, it's normal that you've been here before." Ignoring Carrie's muttering, Cecilia immediately went around, opened the iron grating door, jumped in, and came back up after a while, "Get some people to come and move supplies."

At Cecilia's call, everyone began to move supplies from the cellar.

The underground warehouse was dark and damp, filled with a musty smell, and the iron grating door creaked.

Standing at the warehouse door, Cecilia carefully checked and registered each item, sorting and organizing them, preparing to load them onto the wagons.

Everyone took turns carrying out all kinds of boxes, barrels, bags, etc., and opened them to check the supplies inside.

Divided into two categories, food and daily necessities. The food included various potions, dried chili peppers, high-proof rice wine, and rice cake glutinous rice cakes. Daily necessities were mainly iron basins, needles and thread, and canvas.

In addition to this, there were also several huge sheepskin rafts and strange glass shards.

Frowning, Carrie stood aside. The usually mischievous her didn't even play a prank.

She seemed to be recalling something. After standing for a long time, Carrie shrugged her arms in a carefree manner and went to provoke Jeanne, humming that song 'Blue Orphan'.

Under Cecilia's command, the supplies were moved to the wagons. After the last sheepskin raft was transported to the wagon and checked to be correct, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Compared to Madelaine, the political officer who washed her hands of everything, Cecilia, as the secretary of the Logistics Department Minister, took on almost all the work.

As for Madelaine himself, the real person in charge of the Logistics Department, when Cecilia saw him again, he had just returned from literacy class.

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"Mr. Cecilia, I've saved you some food, come and eat."

Sitting by the campfire, Madelaine handed Cecilia a piece of wheat bread and a bowl of wild vegetable rice porridge.

Don't underestimate this bowl of wild vegetable rice porridge. If you underestimate it, then it will really be underestimated.

This wild vegetable rice porridge is a semi-dry, semi-soft porridge made of rice cake, potato roots, carrots, cabbage, raw vinegar, and stinky cheese.

Rice cake and potato roots supplement carbohydrates, vegetables supplement vitamins, vinegar is used for seasoning, and cheese supplements protein. Soldiers in the army also have eggs and salted fish to eat every few days.

This recipe was personally formulated by Horn himself.

Due to the previous events, Horn was frightened by this group of green-skinned bugs and was always meticulous in everything.

Even the menu for this dinner was his own, changing every three days.

The taste can't be said to be fragrant, but at least it can be said to be like a bone stuck in the throat.

But putting aside the taste, the nutrition is definitely balanced and rich.

"Madelaine," Cecilia said, looking at Madelaine, who was using a twig to learn to write simplified Franconian characters stroke by stroke in the sandbox, "I've been thinking about His Eminence lately."

"Mr. Cecilia," Madelaine put down the twig in his hand and said helplessly, "We are now at a critical moment. It's best not to say things that are not conducive to unity."

"But the more I think about it, the more I feel something is wrong," Cecilia said, touching his smooth chin.

"What's wrong?"

"Look, in that magic rabbit forest, everyone's minds were disturbed by the bone flute, only His Eminence Horn and Jeanne were not disturbed, right?"

"Right."

"And then later, after they rescued Carrie, Carrie was only close to the Holy Grandson and Jeanne, right?"

"Right."

"Look again, Horn's magic can pull open the great bow that even witches can't pull open, right?"

Granpven didn't speak.

"Look, His Eminence Horn is not affected by magical items, can gain the recognition of witches, and most importantly, he has powerful magic beyond the level of witches.

Tell me, is there a possibility that His Eminence Horn is actually a male witch or a magic man?"

"How can there be male witches?"

"Do you dare to assume the gender of witches?"

"No, it's still impossible," Granpven said decisively, "I saw with my own eyes when His Eminence Horn got witch sickness. It's impossible for a witch to get witch sickness."

"That's also the point I can't figure out. If he's not a witch, he meets a lot of the characteristics that witches have. If he's a witch, how can he get witch sickness?"

Cecilia grabbed his hair. These days, he just couldn't figure out this point.

Perhaps when we get to Black Serpent Bay, there will be specialized wizards to check, and then there will be results.