Vol 6 Chapter 640: : New Emperor

These people are dressed in gorgeous and noble costumes, standing in two rows, with respectful expression and sincere devotion, like praying for the civilians. The fluorescent stones from the magic objects exude a holy and soft radiance, shining in the hall, and shining on them. The body, face, and even each eyelash is in a soft glow, exuding a solemn, sacred atmosphere.
On the high steps behind these people, standing with a scepter, wearing a crown, wearing an old man with a gorgeous robes like a star, temperament, gentle expression, but the white hair of the horns and the slightly concave eyes, It seems a bit embarrassing.
When Barton saw this old man, he felt a shock in his heart, widened his eyes, and stood still in his place.
"Teach, Pope!" Barton looked up at him, his heart full of shock, and indescribable awe, he did not expect that he could see the great Pope.
Richelieu looked down on this treacherous teenager, his eyes narrowed slightly. Although the latter was not well-dressed and did not have much of a good point, but he was able to get the suspicious Du Di'an's trust, but it surprised him.
The two rows of people looked at the boy, his eyes concealed and sharply looked at him, want to see what the difference between this person, can actually become a new pope.
Just, looking for a moment, everyone found that the latter is a real ordinary trainee knight, the appearance is temperament alone, you know, in many cases other people do not know your inner, often through you The temperament and appearance of the imaginary of your personality, character, and the teenager's external and temperament, but it can not match the identity of the "Pope".
Barton was watched by so many people for the first time. He felt his heartbeat speeding up. His whole body was like a mountain. He couldn’t breathe. It seemed that even the dark spots hidden under his clothes were exposed to the air, making him insecure and nervous. I was so cold and sweaty, but I was ashamed to show it. I only resisted it. Under the guidance of Elnolin, I slowly walked towards the hall.
Richelieu watched Barton quietly, and when he walked in, the gentle face slowly revealed a nice smile. "Mr. Barton, tomorrow is the moment when you succeeded to become the new pope. Are you ready?"

Barton heard him talking, his heart leaping and stuttering: "Teach, Pope, me, me..."
Seeing his reaction, the two rows of people frowned slightly, but they consciously lowered their heads, and did not clearly show them.
Richelieu raised his hand slightly and stopped his words. He whispered: "You don't have to be nervous. When I was a pope, I was as sultry as you, even if I didn't fall asleep at night!" It’s up.
The tight atmosphere in the hall suddenly eased, and the rest of the people looked at each other. I thought that this was also the case. In exchange for the words of the next emperor, most of them were nervous and excited to tremble.
Barton saw his gentle look, and suddenly felt very affectionate, nodded hard: "I know!"
Richelieu smiled and said: "When you succeed the Pope tomorrow, you need to commemorate the Holy Scriptures. You are prepared tonight, and you will not make a mistake. In addition, this succession ceremony will have many nobles and great people in the military region. Come over and watch, you can't make mistakes at the ceremony, so as not to be laughed at, do you know?"
Barton was shocked. "I still want to commemorate the Holy Scriptures?" He didn't know much of the words, and he had adapted the words in recent years. The writings of the Holy Scriptures were earlier, and they were all old words. He may not be able to I all know that if I don’t know how to read half of the time, isn’t that too embarrassing?
Richelieu's eyes flashed slightly, whispering: "You don't have to worry, you just need to pick one of the mournings, you don't have to mourn all the time, and I will let you guide you in the evening."
Barton sighed and just wanted to say that it was so good. He felt that he was too casual to talk like this. He had to say "Thank you, Pope."
"The evening ceremony will be previewed. You will be familiar with it first." Richelieu said gently, then turned to the two rows of people next to him: "Tomorrow's succession ceremony, you don't make any mistakes, all the instruments must be prepared, this Things can't be sloppy, you know!" When it comes to this, the expression is extremely strict, and there is no soft attitude towards Barton.
"Yes!" everyone answered in unison.
Ernolin also responded with a sigh in the heart, knowing that things are a foregone conclusion and unable to change. However, this is not the worst thing for him. He suspects that the other bishops will agree, and most of them think of a reason - this little devil is the pope, at least better than the Richelieu Pope. When the foundation is unstable, you can overhead it, and even plunder the resources for your own use!
This is something that Richelieu could not do when he was in office. Secondly, this little devil is too ordinary. Even if the resources of the Holy See are cultivated in the future, it will be difficult for the moment to become an atmosphere. Sele stays bigger!
In these respects, this is a big benefit.
Thinking of this, his mind was secretly relieved, and suddenly felt that this little devil was stunned.
I turned my eyes overnight.
On the St. Mark's Square in the Holy See, a ceremonial rehearsal was held all night. Barton participated in several times. After familiarity, he read the light teachings under the guidance of the people arranged by Richelieu. The rest of the bright knights, knights, and bright pastors are still previewing over and over again, until the coordination of each other is completely error-free, and this grand exercise is ended.
Twilight slanted down from Utto Mountain.
Although it was early in the morning, the mountain was extremely lively. The horse-drawn carriages came slowly. The carriages were lined with the flags of various nobles, including the military carriages, as well as the carriages of the trials, knights and other big men. Pedestrians who came to watch the grand ceremony on the street side of the street saw the shuttle bus passing by, excited and pointed.
Hey~ Hey!
The holy bell rings and the echo spread throughout the Utto Mountain.
The grand ceremonies began on St. Mark's Square, a square that lasted for more than two hundred years. The sculptures of the pope were soaring and overlooking the densely visible figures on the square.
As the poems and music rang, Barton and Richelieu entered the stadium and boarded the highest altar.
Barton has seen so many people, looking at it, all black-painted heads, and cheers, he is nervously carrying all the cold sweat.
Richelieu perceives his cramps and guides him to follow the ceremony slowly.
A moment later, with the end of the alternation ceremony, Richelieu retired from the altar and left Barton alone to mourn the light of the Holy Scriptures.
The retired Richelieu returned to the main hall behind the square. At this moment, the hall was empty, there was no half of the guards, and everyone gathered in the square in front. Richelieu pushed in and walked into the center of the main hall, looking up and seeing the pope's throne behind the main hall. A black-haired boy leaned comfortably on the chair, tilting his legs and rubbing his hands and looking at the gang. The ground is fascinating.