When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

#229 - I vote for the Lord

Inside the bedroom on the second floor, Hohen lay flat on the four-poster bed, his eyes tightly closed, but he wasn't completely asleep.

The issue of musket production, the Moon Pool problem, uniform issues, magic potion problems...

Hohen lay in bed, so tired he could barely open his eyes, yet these troubles continued to swirl in his mind, preventing him from falling into a deeper sleep.

But half an hour quickly passed, and Hohen had to sit up and face the grim reality.

"Fritzi, have the monks from the Holy Father Society all arrived?"

After the expansion of the Children's Army, Duvaron and René, who had previously taken on some quartermaster duties, were no longer able to spare the time to accompany Hohen.

After some discussion, Fritzi volunteered to become Hohen's quartermaster.

After this period of training and sufficient nutrition, Fritzi's face had become much rounder than before, and perhaps under René's influence, she also exhibited an almost cold temperament.

"They have all arrived, Your Eminence. They are waiting for you in the courtyard."

Throwing on a woolen coat, Hohen splashed cold water on his face, washing his nose until it was slightly red, before stopping.

Walking into the courtyard, more than twenty monks were standing by the flowerbeds, waiting for Hohen's arrival.

After a round of culling, this was the first gathering of the Holy Father Society, and what they needed to resolve was the work that the Holy Father Society should do in the coming period.

"...We have previously determined that the primary goal of the Holy Father Society is to overthrow the rule of the Church and the Empire, and the secondary goal is to realize our three major propositions." Hohen picked up a few sheets of hemp paper and handed them to the people present, asking them to pass them around. "Of course, this will inevitably be a long and iterative process, and we need to be well prepared."

The twenty-odd monks of the Holy Father Society present took these documents, either reading them themselves or asking others to help them read.

This document recorded Hohen's arrangements for the work ahead.

These twenty-odd Holy Father monks were divided into two teams: the Scripture Recitation Team and the Scripture Debate Team.

The main task of the Scripture Recitation Team was to accept the confessions and prayers of the Salvation Army soldiers, and to proclaim to them the corruption of the Church and the Empire, so that they would understand—the Church must be eliminated.

During this period, they had to try to teach the soldiers literacy and mathematics, and pay attention to the soldiers' mental state and life problems, and even organize entertainment and collective activities.

The main task of the Scripture Debate Team was to continuously expand and patch the relatively rough "Holy Doctrine of Salvation," making it a logically closed ammunition depot for scripture debate.

Most of the members of these Scripture Debate Teams were petty intellectuals or craftsmen. Although they were literate, they did not know much about theology.

Therefore, they had to complete the "Holy Doctrine of Salvation" with the help of the lost souls of the Trinity.

Thomas served as the Grand Scripture Reciter of the Scripture Recitation Team, and Armand served as the Grand Scripture Debater of the Scripture Debate Team.

The monks reported and summarized to the two captains every three days, and the two "masters" reported to Hohen every seven days.

As for their internal affairs, Hohen explicitly formulated rules, that is, if they encountered contradictions, they would vote, and the minority would listen to the majority. If the voting results contradicted Hohen's orders, then they would listen to Hohen.

"Thomas, your main task is to let the soldiers know, what is the Holy Doctrine? What is a believer? What is freedom and equality? Why should we defeat the Church?"

Sitting at the table, Hohen looked at Thomas, who was constantly taking notes, and asked slowly, "Do you understand?"

"Understood."

"As for Armand, your task is to figure out why it is the Holy Doctrine that saves the world? Why believers? Why freedom and equality?"

"Understood, Your Eminence." Armand, who now looked a bit like an adult, nodded heavily.

"Speaking of this, our internal titles had better be changed." Tapping the table with his scepter, Hohen said lightly, "Otherwise, always calling me Your Eminence, we want to overthrow the Pope, that Johnny VIII is a Pope, and I am also a Pope, which will confuse the soldiers."

This was indeed a serious problem. As the saying goes, if the name is not correct, the words will not be smooth. Just a title alone can have a significant impact.

Hearing this, the monks immediately began to discuss it.

"Then what should we call you?"

"How about following the usual religious orders? I remember that normal religious orders are called the head or the leader."

"Then others will think we are subordinate to the Church. Why not call you the Lord?"

"I vote for the Lord."

"I also vote for the Lord."

"I think we should call you Big Brother. Saint Sun is our Big Brother. When the time comes, we can say, Big Brother is loving you..."

Seeing that they were getting more and more outrageous, Hohen hurriedly called a stop before they came up with even more outrageous names: "Leader, let's just call me Leader."

"Agreed."

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"Then I also agree, Leader Your Eminence."

Adhering to the principle that if the voting result contradicts the Leader, the Leader's decision prevails, the monks agreed to this title.

Besides, even if there was a real vote, Hohen's one thousand and one hundred votes could crush them all.

Armand smiled from the side: "In order to show our difference from the Church, our monks should not condescendingly call people believers anymore. Let's just call each other brothers and sisters in the faith. Whether they are monks or civilians, they are all brothers and sisters in the faith. This can reflect the equality in the 'Holy Doctrine'."

"Good suggestion."

In the afternoon meeting, Hohen implemented the Holy Father's spirit of love, pointed out the problems existing in the current missionary work, arranged and deployed the specific personnel and activity policies of the Scripture Recitation and Scripture Debate groups, and cordially and friendly greeted the families of some stubborn monks.

He solved the material conditions for soldier training in terms of hardware, and arranged monks from the Holy Father Society to specifically strengthen their spirits in terms of software.

The only thing left was to do well every day and wait for the results to blossom.

Next, Hohen's schedule was like pressing the fast-forward button. He drilled with the soldiers every morning, recited military regulations at noon, and inspected the soldiers' situation before dinner.

During this period, he also had to write work plans in between, brainstorm with the Scripture Debate Team, and quibble over the words and sentences from their own translated Leahwen "Gospel" and "Commentary on the Gospel of the Saints."

From time to time, he had to go to the town to see the situation of the industrial area and the residents. When he returned to the military camp, he had to listen to the monks' reports on the soldiers' situation and activities without a moment's rest.

In the evening, he had to continue to write military laws and temporary statutes, teach the bishop officers, and conduct cost accounting and reconciliation of logistics and industry with Madeline and others.

There was no way around it. Hohen and his group were just starting out and had no experience. Everyone could only grope their way forward.

Almost every bishop and steward had to be taught by hand. Hohen could only micro-manage and put out fires everywhere, almost taking over most of the affairs on Autumn Twilight Island.

On the contrary, Hohen, the cloud domain expert, became the most prominent, after all, he could offer opinions on everything, relying on the knowledge gained from the developed Internet in his previous life, and his suggestions were all quite right.

One day, Hohen calculated the time and found that he had only slept an average of five hours a day during this period, which was about the same as when he was a top student in high school.

"When will this be over?"