The Dark King

Upon the arrival of Richelieu, Du Di'an's gaze gradually focused, retracting from the empty ground, looking up at him and saying, "How is the ceremony going?"

"In the process, there will be no mistakes, please rest assured." Richelieu bowed his head in humility, and now he has put his identity down and respects Du Dean.

Du Dian nodded slightly. "When his succession ceremony is over, he will read out the words we prepared in advance."

"I will." Richelieu nodded.

Du Dian slowly regained his gaze, and looked down at the air on the ground, and his thoughts drifted away again.

Richelieu glanced at him and saw that he had nothing to do with him. He immediately retreated.

When the sun became stronger, the ceremony also came to an end. Barton stood alone on the altar and faced the eyes from all sides. Although his heart was nervous, his attention was concentrated on the Bible in his own hands. It seems less so cramped.

This Bible is very thick, but the place where he opened it is another layer of paper. The above is the new words that the ancient Chinese teacher translated the ancient words of the Bible last night. He read it twice in the last night. At this moment, although it was a little nervous, there was no mistake.

No one knows, at such a solemn moment, the stage is devoutly reading people who are full of philanthropic poems, but they don’t want to make mistakes.

After a while, the Bible was finally finished, and Barton sighed and closed the Bible. It felt that his hands were already stiff and stiff. He looked up and looked at him. He suddenly saw countless dense black smudged heads and a front row. The eyes of a great and extraordinary man, these eyes seem to have an insight into everything and see through all his details.

At this time, Richelieu led the two old men in white snow robes to slowly come on stage. The two held a tray in each hand, with the papal scepter and the crown of the Holy Crown. Richelieu looked solemn and calm, step by step approaching Barton.

For the first time, Barton saw such a serious pope. He jumped in his heart and was nervous. He didn’t know what to do.

Rousseau looked at the coziness and cramped in the eyes of this young boy, and there was a burst of sadness and sadness in his heart. Although this time was carried out under Du Di’an’s plan, he had thought about replacing himself as the new pope. It was such a young boy who felt so awkward about the past popes and the mountain that he once loved.

For a moment of silence, when the preaching bell rang, Richelieu woke up, put away his distracting thoughts, and according to the ceremony, while talking about eulogies and entrustment, he handed over his many years of scepter and crown to Barton.

Barton’s head was originally wearing a white hat and covered his black hair. When Richelieu crowned him, he did not take off the white hat, but placed it directly on it, even though he had ulterior motives. It would be strange to see this scene, but most people have not seen the grand occasion of the Pope's succession, nor do they know the tradition of the Holy See.

In a twinkling eye, Barton wore a magnificent and noble Pope's robes, and represented the crown of the Holy Prophet. He held the scepter of the gods of light and stood on the high altar, even though his eyes were full of tension. And uneasiness, but the temperament of the temperament has already emerged, and the tsunami-like cheers on the square are transmitted like waves.

Seeing this cheering and shouting, Barton’s heart gradually developed self-confidence and an unprecedented experience.

In the cheers, Richelieu handed the scroll in his hand to Barton, whispering: "You are now the new pope, just succeeded, according to the rules, to state your views on the future of the Holy See, and to attack the darkness. The Holy See, when you are finished, you should express your grace, and these are all on it."

Barton stunned, woke up and immediately put away.

After the cheers ended, Barton coughed a little, and took the courage to open the scroll, roughly swept it over, and knew the approximate content, and immediately mourned it from the beginning.

Countless people in the square listened, and this is the main purpose of their coming here today.

"...I announced that from today, the Holy See has halved the asylum tax in all places! From now on, all poor towns and villages can apply to the Guangming Holy See for poverty alleviation..." Barton’s voice is thick, and his words are transmitted as much as possible. Far away, "The second point, from today, forgive all the criminals who disturbed the Holy See within five years and insulted the Holy See..."

There was a thunderous cheer under the stage.

Sitting in the front row of the generals of the military, the director of the trial, and the legendary knights of the Knights’ Hall, and others, they were stunned. This first grace is too big, and the asylum tax is halved. How much will it cost? ? At least worth the entire annual income of a consortium? !

As for the second article, it is their expectation that most of the previous Pope will carry out a series of pardons for criminals to show tolerance.

"The third point is to restore the identity of the legendary genius 'Du Di'an of the Temple of the Temple. Master Du Di'an was framed by the Dark Holy See. After detailed examination, the innocence of Master Dudian was ascertained, and the identity of Master Dudian was restored from now on..." Barton read here. Something agitated in my heart. At the beginning, Du Di'an was completely banned, which made him worry about life. He did not expect to be unsealed now.

“The fourth point is that the slum poverty alleviation plan will start today...”

In a twinkling of an eye, Barton said six in one breath and finished the above content in one go before taking up the reel.

The applause was already on the square, and cheers were not repeated.

Especially the wealthy businessmen, civilians and other people gathered from the outer edge of the square are excited from the heart. In these six graces, in addition to the tax exemption, there are many other taxes. We must know that these heavy taxes have always been pressured. The mountains on them have now eased most of the time. How can they not cheer and cheer?

Richelieu looked silently at the side, and his eyes were a bit complicated. He didn't know what Du Di'an thought. He thought that Du Di'an would take this opportunity to raise taxes in all aspects, squeeze the people clean, and gather all the wealth into his hands. However, I did not expect that the latter, on the contrary, not only did not crush civilians, but gave civilians more opportunities and more help.

He did not know that the bright Holy See fell to Du Di'an, the little devil's head. Whether it was good or bad, and at the same time, he was awkward. In this respect, he did not do as good as this sinister and sinister little devil.

When it comes to being a pope, he seems to be not as good as he is, shame!

When Cage heard the words of Barton’s sound outside the main hall, he sighed and said to Du Di’an: “You, your identity has finally recovered, and you can no longer hide.”

"The one who can save himself is, after all, himself, and only himself." Du Di'an's dark eyes had a deep color.

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