"Isn't this Pope just too shameless? How can he still pull the best of three rounds trick?"
The villagers grumbled while bending over to pull the potato roots from the creek.
The other villagers chimed in, starting their daily tirade against the Pope.
After all, ever since Armand became the Gold Medal Scripture Reader, his everyday activity was compiling false news and little jokes about the Holy Seat Pope.
Like in Holy Seat City, the happiest thing is when the Inquisition knocks on the door and says, "You got it wrong, Tom is next door."
Or the most common thing in Holy Seat City is temporary difficulties.
And when it comes to promoting Horn himself, it becomes boldly admitting mistakes when chopping cherry trees and rigorously washing dishes seven times for hygiene.
Giving the Pope a little Gulag shock every now and then, eating in Gulag costs no money, and oil paper wraps are hidden in Gulag's sewers.
