1288: Chapter 359: Protector Saint_2 1288: Chapter 359: Protector Saint_2 “The Holy Vatican recognizes only the status of the Holy Mother, as for the foster father of the Holy Son, we do not mind who it is,” Jade Dragon Knight Gaxia declared unequivocally, “Even if an ogre were to beco the foster father of the Holy Son, it would an nothing, the majesty of the Supre God is omnipresent!”
The religious fanatic.
Andulan’s elder said bitterly.
“But Richard is our War God Kampas’s spokesperson on earth!
All of a sudden, he has also beco the foster father of your Saint Paul Church’s Holy Son?
Isn’t this religious status a bit too disordered?” Mourinho furrowed his brow, striking his forehead heavily.
“As the foster father of the Holy Son, Your Majesty Richard, you may add a ‘Saint’ before your own na, a trendous honor that can be bestowed upon your country’s na only by those who believe in the Church.
Every saint must publicly address you as ‘Patron,’ and the family crest of Saint Richard the Patron may bear the ‘Bethlehem Lily’ as an emblem, representing the foster father of the Holy Son!
As you walk in the world of n, people will scramble to express their respect to you!” Dragon Knight Lampard politely nodded to the Swan High Priestess and Liu, shaking due to the shock, “However, I must declare that compared to the foster father of the Holy Son, the Church values the Holy Mother even more deeply, and in ti the Church will formally construct a cathedral in the Holy Mother’s honor.
Thus, the title ‘Saint Richard’ is rely an honorary title and does not conflict with the identity of the Shaman of Divine Songs.”
“We have already inquired with Saintess Joan of Arc, and she still devoutly believes in the Supre God.
The Saintess also believes that this pregnancy is the result of a miracle!
We acknowledge a profound connection between the birth of the Holy Son and Your Majesty Richard, so regardless of whether you agree to be the foster father of the Holy Son, the Church will bestow upon you the title of ‘Patron Saint Richard’!” Gaxia said bluntly.
“Impressive!
Half of the citizens of the Pompeii Empire still worship the Frost Goddess, so to this day, our country’s na does not bear the ‘Saint’ prefix!
Richard, on the other hand, was suddenly exalted to the heavens!” Master Aymar laughed heartily.
“What does this have to do with anything?
How is this related to the chief human deity?
Oh, I get it, it’s a rush to wear the green hat!” Yi snickered coldly.
“What did you say?” Both Dragon Knights glared at Yi with surging fury in their eyes.
“Damn!” Yi’s face was full of flippant recklessness, and just as he was about to further mock the two Church Dragon Knights, he was interrupted by Master Puskas.
“Silence!”
Master Saint Chiao brushed off the dust on his clothing and glared around in a manner reminiscent of a wild wolf, “Ladies and gentlen!
We Mages are eternal atheists.
As a father, there is one thing I want to know now!
Before we proceed, I implore you not to interrupt my questioning!”
A silence akin to the stillness of birds and cicadas ensued.
“Richard, what exactly are you planning to do about Joan of Arc’s pregnancy?
Are you planning to deny it?” The master’s eyes fixed intently on Liu, who was puffing away furiously at a cigar.
The master’s eyes narrowed into slits, his gaze reminiscent of a thief’s sharp knife slipping silently into a door bolt on a moonless murder night.
“Richard, don’t stay silent, I will absolutely respect your decision.” Master Puskas spoke reasonably, but his expression was no different from that of a bandit with a face full of horizontal flesh.
The hands of the two Church Dragon Knights quietly rested on their sword hilts.
“What else can be done?” Liu crushed the cigar butt under his foot, grinding it to dust, “Since Joan of Arc is carrying my child, where else could she want to go?”
Master Puskas was stunned for a good while, then burst into hearty laughter, slapping old Liu on the shoulder, “What a good son-in-law!
Truly one to make a decision and stand by it.
I was worried you, out of respect for the godfather’s title, couldn’t bear to lose face.
Good!
Good!
Good!”
“It’s not about being good,” Liu pinched the bridge of his nose, smiling bitterly, “This is about taking responsibility for one’s actions.”
“Don’t think I, as an old man, can’t see through you – you’re actually quite pleased at heart.
My daughter is so beautiful, and pairing her with you is like a fresh flower stuck in a pile of Bulersh*t,” Master Puskas scoffed disdainfully.
Old Liu’s face turned red with the comnt, strenuously arguing that it was for his son’s sake, not because Joan of Arc was beautiful.
“The Holy Son is only your foster child!” Jade Dragon Knight Gaxia hastily intervened, emphasizing the word “foster child,” “Praise to you, Patron Saint Richard, your decision will earn you boundless honor.”
“What if I refuse to acknowledge this title?” Liu looked bewilderedly at the Dragon Knight, “My son is mine, not your Church’s Supre God!
Andulan’s elder explained it very clearly!”
“Your Majesty Richard, please do not let the Holy War start over one individual!
For Beamon and mankind alike, it would be a disaster!” Gaxia’s tone turned frosty instantly.
“Threatening ?” Liu raised his head with a cold chuckle, “Gaxia, haven’t you been mingling in the Aegean long enough to know your threats of violence won’t work on ?”
“Richard, I’ve always admired you, but there’s indeed no room for compromise in this matter.
After all, Joan of Arc is the Saintess-elect and has conceived without marriage!” Lampard spoke with a troubled look, trying to persuade, “It’s rely an honorary title, why make such a fuss over it?”
“So what if it becos a big deal?” Yi sneered from the side.
“Respected Fire Crane of the Far East, I acknowledge your exceptional combat prowess, but that is not a reason for us Dragon Knights to back down!” Jade Dragon Knight spoke angrily, “If you insist on provocation, we Dragon Knights will fight without turning back!”
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