Aware of Richelieu's arrival, dudean's eyes gradually focused on him, took back from the empty ground, looked up at him, and said, "how is the ceremony going?"
"It's in progress. There won't be any mistakes. Please rest assured, my Lord." Richelieu bowed his head and humbly said that up to now, he had put down his identity and had a respectful attitude towards dudean.
Dudean nodded slightly. "When his succession ceremony is over, let him read out the speech we prepared in advance."
"I will." Richelieu nodded.
Dudean slowly withdrew his eyes, looked down at the air on the ground, and his thoughts drifted away again.
Richelieu glanced at him, saw that he had nothing to do with himself, and then slowly retreated.
As the sun grew stronger and stronger, the ceremony came to an end. Barton stood alone on the altar, facing the eyes from all directions. Although nervous, his attention was focused on the Bible in his hands, it was not so embarrassed and embarrassed.
The Bible is very thick, but the place where he opens it is another layer of paper. On it is the new words translated by the ancient Chinese teacher from the Bible last night. He has read through every word of the Bible twice last night. Although he is a little nervous, there is no mistake.
No one knows that at such a solemn moment, the people on the stage who are devoutly reading poems full of fraternity are thinking only not to make mistakes.
A moment later, Barton finally finished reading the Bible. Barton breathed a sigh of relief and closed the Bible. Then he felt that his hands were stiff and strained. He looked up at the front, and saw the countless dark heads and the eyes cast by the great people in the front row. These eyes seemed to see through all his details.
At this time, Richelieu led two old men dressed in snow-white robes to the stage slowly, holding in their hands a tray with the papal scepter and the holy crown. Richelieu, with a solemn face and a steady gait, approached Barton step by step.
Barton saw such a serious Pope for the first time. His heart leaped and he was nervous. He didn't know what to do.
Richelieu looked at the timidity and embarrassment in the young man's eyes, and his heart filled with melancholy and sadness. Although the matter was carried out under the plan of dudean, he never thought that the man who replaced himself as the new pope was such a young boy. He felt a bit ashamed of previous popes and the mountain he had cherished.
There was a moment's silence. When the preaching bell rang, Richelieu woke up and put away his thoughts. According to the ceremony, he gave Barton the scepter and crown which had been with him for many years.
Barton's head was originally wearing a white hat, and his black hair was covered in it. When Richelieu crowned him with the crown, he did not take off the white hat, but directly put it on it. Although people with ulterior motives will feel strange when they see this scene, most of them have never seen the grand occasion of the papal succession and do not know the tradition of the Vatican of light, but they do not pay much attention to it 。
In the twinkling of an eye, Barton put on the magnificent and noble papal robe and the crown representing the most holy and true. Holding the scepter given by the God of light, he stood on the high altar. Although his eyes were full of tension and uneasiness, his dignity and temperament had already emanated, and the square issued tsunami like cheers, like waves.
Seeing the cheers and shouts, Barton's heart gradually sprouted confidence and an unprecedented experience.
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