Father Mavie

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August 1860, 8, Paris, on the banks of the Seine.

Exquisite murals are carved on the majestic dome, and the afternoon sun transforms into something like holy light through the stained glass windows. In the grand hall, Anatole, wearing a classical robe, sits on the black cloak beneath the statue. On the stone seat, meditate silently.

Far away in Moscow, the news of Mavey's enthronement as pope has come, and Katerina has also become the king of the entire Romanov Kingdom. Anatole knows that after she escapes, all of this will become inevitable.

During the days when he returned to Paris from Tver, he had been thinking about the trend of this war.

Where is the problem?
Why did the powerful religion of Wisdom lose to the Church of Truth?
Is it because of the family members of the ancient gods?
Do not.
Anatole doesn't think so. He thinks that the family of the ancient gods certainly provided help to the Church of Truth, but this help is not decisive. The real reason for the failure of the Church of Wisdom
On the king, on Archbishop Henry.

The people of the Romanov Kingdom follow the Church of Truth. Are all their faults committed by Archbishop Henry?
In the final analysis, it was Paul I and the aristocracy that triggered public grievances, and wrong policies broke the social balance, which eventually led to the outbreak of the uprising.

This also made Anatole deeply realize that the relationship between the church, the kingdom, and the people cannot be maintained by the church alone. More importantly, it is the king who appears in the eyes of the people.

An excellent king can definitely win the support of the people!
Ma Wei's success is inseparable from Katerina's help, and Katerina's ability to become king is also due to Ma Wei's contribution.

The church and the kingdom achieve and complement each other, not the pyramid-like power structure that Anatole thought before.

If Paul I was a good king and loved by the people, the Church of Truth would not have had a chance to develop
Anatole thought of Ivan XIV, the king of Popon.

Was Ivan XIV a good king?

Anatole didn't think so, but Ivan XIV was definitely a 'good dog', he listened to and did what he was taught.

But the problem is that there seems to be no talent in the Wisdom God Cult who can inspire the fighting spirit of the people like Katerina. If Ivan XIV can't inspire the fighting spirit of the people, what should the Bourbon Kingdom do?
The rise of the Church of Truth is a foregone conclusion. Nereida, the God of Apocalypse, is nowhere to be seen. Having lost the God of Apocalypse, the Apocalypse Pantheon has long been torn apart and not united enough. How to deal with the turbulent international situation in the future has become Anatole's priority. important question.

A good and powerful king who can help the church in every way.

Who in Popang Kingdom has the potential to be a good king?
Do not.
"What we need is not potential stocks, but immediate combat power that can be used immediately." Anatole whispered.

"what did you say?"

In the corner, Archbishop Fay, who was reciting the teachings silently and praying devoutly, raised his head and looked at Anatole on the black throne in doubt. He didn't hear the oracle from the other side clearly.

"Faye."

"I'm here."

"In the history of the Popang Kingdom, which king is the most loved by the people?"

"Of course the great Emperor Bonaparte," Fay blurted out, and said the name without even thinking about it. Then his body trembled, and he quickly added: "Please don't get me wrong, what I mean is that although Emperor Bonaparte is very Great, but he's still no match for you."

"Where is he?"

"he"

Hearing this question, Fay was stunned for a moment: "He died decades ago."

"Where is he buried?"

"The Les Invalides is in Paris."

"Take me there."

Fay immediately put down the doctrine, stood up, and led the way: "Are you going to visit the coffin of Emperor Bonaparte?"

"What is there to visit in the coffin?" Anatole said lightly, "I want to recall his soul."

Fay, who was walking in front, shivered for a moment, and slowly turned around: "You mean to let Emperor Bonaparte be reborn?"

"Yes."

"What about His Majesty Ivan XIV?"

"What we need now is not an obedient dog, but a ferocious wolf, Fay." Anatole narrowed his eyes and said, "Dogs can be cultivated at any time, but wolves are unique."

When Fay mentioned Emperor Bonaparte, Anatole suddenly remembered that he had an impression of this name.

Belief in God is able to hear the prayers of believers. At a certain period before the seal was released, the name of Emperor Bonaparte appeared in Anatole's mind countless times. At that time, he did not take this name to heart. up, now.
It seemed that the hour had come when he was needed.

The Invalides is located on the south bank of the Seine, not far from the Notre-Dame Cathedral where Anatole is located, at least in the Paris area. Soon, He came to the Invalides Square under Faye's lead.

The guards guarding the gate didn't recognize Anatole, but they all knew Archbishop Fay, and they didn't dare to stop Archbishop Fay from entering the Invalides.

In the crypt of the cemetery, there are twelve white jade pillars engraved with reliefs, and each white jade pillar records the glorious battles of Emperor Bonaparte.

In the center of the tomb, on the central stone platform surrounded by twelve white jade stone pillars, a lacquered red coffin was quietly placed. White candles were burning on the surrounding walls, and the dim yellow light shone on the surface of the lacquered red coffin, refracting like a mirror.

Anatole strolled in the tomb, reading the records on the white jade pillar one by one. He read it slowly but satisfied.

"Napoleon Bonaparte, indeed, was a great emperor."

After a long time, Anatole read the life experience of the coffin owner and gave a pertinent evaluation: "He deserves to be reborn, and he should be reborn. Lying in a narrow coffin is not the treatment an emperor deserves."

Touching the lacquered red coffin with his palm, Anatole nodded and raised his arm slightly
click!
click!
click!
The rivets flew up one by one, and the inner and outer coffins were opened layer by layer. The outer coffin hewn from red porphyry was the first to float, followed by the second layer of white iron and mahogany coffin lids.
Counting the outermost red porphyry coffin, Emperor Bonaparte's boat-shaped coffin has seven layers, symbolizing his supreme glory and power.

When the last layer of oak coffin lid was opened, Anatole saw Emperor Bonaparte laying quietly flat with his hands on his belly. Even after so many years, the corpse was still lifelike and showed no signs of decay.

"He had a black stone in his mouth." Archbishop Fay said: "According to ancient records, this kind of black stone can effectively prevent corpses from decomposing, but there are not many left. The former pope took it out to commemorate Emperor Bonaparte. took one."

"That's not a black stone, but the gem formed when the soul of the undead dies. There is no specific name, so let's call it a black stone."

Anatole obviously knew the efficacy of the black stone. He looked at Emperor Bonaparte lying in the coffin, and asked softly, "Who is his enemy?"

"Enemies." Fay licked his lips, not quite understanding: "I haven't heard that Emperor Bonaparte has any enemies. If you want to say that the person he hates the most should be Marshal Marmont who betrayed him."

"Is Marmont still alive? If so, where is his grave?"

Fay found the managers and staff of the Invalides, and after asking, he said, "Marmont Marmont should be buried in Venice, the Kingdom of Sardinia."

"Well, Fay, before I return, look for the relatives of Emperor Bonaparte and the soldiers who have been loyal to him so far."

"Yes."

Anatole's body turned into a cloud of black mist and dissipated. Seeing him leave, Fay quickly began to prepare.

At dusk that day, a tomb in Venice, Kingdom of Sardinia burst open suddenly, and one arm picked up the head that had already turned into bones in the coffin.

The cemetery administrator fell to the side, looking at the young man who suddenly appeared in front of him with a pale face, as if he had seen a ghost, his whole body was trembling non-stop.

Fortunately, the young man didn't pay attention to his thoughts, got the head, and disappeared into a cloud of black mist.

In the middle of the night, Anatole reappeared in the crypt of the Invalides cemetery, and saw the old man and the woman following Fay.

"Which of you is a blood relative of Emperor Bonaparte?"

"It's me." The woman standing behind Fay raised her hand.

"very good."

Anatole waved his arm, and the woman's neck burst instantly, as if cut by a big knife, a hideous and terrifying wound appeared, blood gushed out instantly, and under Anatole's guidance,
Merged into the lacquered red coffin.

The woman didn't even have time to let out a scream, she fell to the ground, her body twitched, her mouth opened wide, and a low "ho ho" sound came out of her throat, her originally warm body became exhausted, when the last drop of blood flew out , she has turned into a withered mummy.

This scene stunned everyone, including Fay, except Anatole who looked indifferent.

Inside the coffin, blood wrapped the corpse of Emperor Bonaparte, adhered to the surface of the corpse, and flowed continuously.
Anatole raised the skull in his hand, and a huge six-pointed star array spread out under his feet, covering the entire crypt of the tomb.

"Blood of relatives, limbs of enemies forced to sacrifice"

The white bones trembled, turned into powder and scattered into the coffin, mixing with the blood.

"There is still a heart that the loyal are willing to give"

Anatole looked at the last man and asked, "Are you willing to give your heart for the rebirth of Emperor Bonaparte? You will forever be a part of Emperor Bonaparte's body and enjoy the honor with him, And the supreme power that I have bestowed on him."

"I am willing!"

The old man who recovered from the shock heard the word 'rebirth' and became emotional instantly: "I am willing to give my heart to Emperor Bonaparte!"

"It seems that he is really a beloved emperor."

Anatole nodded, stretched out his hand, took out the old man's heart, and threw it into the coffin.

"In the end, the flesh and blood voluntarily donated by the gods will recall the soul of the deceased, allowing him to escape from the ashes of the kingdom of death and reappear in the world."

Although he said it, Anatole didn't really cut off his own flesh and blood, but just cut off a small piece of hair and put it in the coffin.

The hexagram array suddenly brightened, and the blood in the coffin was turbulent. It seemed to be boiling hot, and was quickly absorbed by the corpse. Soon, the hexagram array dimmed, and all the blood flowing in the coffin disappeared.

The crypt of the cemetery was dead silent. Suddenly, Emperor Bonaparte opened his eyes, grabbed the coffin wall, and slowly sat up from the coffin.

His eyes were blank, still in the ignorance and numbness of waking up.

"I gave you new life."

Anatole said softly: "Remember my name, Anatole, now, you should go and deal with the soldiers pouring in outside, and let the world witness your return."

Emperor Bonaparte stood up from the coffin, spit out the black stone, threw it on the ground, then picked up the boat-shaped military cap in the coffin, and put it on his head.

at the same time
Outside the crypt of the cemetery, there was the sound of dense footsteps. Soldiers with guns surrounded the Invalides. Anatole's actions in the crypt of the cemetery aroused the royal family's idea. Ivan XIV led his The guards arrived quickly, intending to stop all this.

unfortunately
It's too late.

When the emperor Bonaparte came out of the crypt of the tomb, the soldiers took a step back at the same time, their eyes extremely frightened.

Ivan XIV widened his eyes and screamed: "Shoot him! I order you to shoot! Shoot!!!"

"you."

Emperor Bonaparte moved his stiff body, looked at the countless soldiers around him and said, "Are you really going to shoot your own emperor?"

"I am the emperor of the Popang Kingdom! You are already dead!!!"

Seeing that the soldiers did not move and did not obey his orders, Ivan XIV became angry. He grabbed a rifle from a soldier, pointed it at Emperor Bonaparte, and pulled the trigger.

boom!
bullet
It flew over Emperor Bonaparte's cheek, as if even the bullets were afraid of the majesty of the emperor, Emperor Bonaparte touched the blood on his face, and smiled: "I'm back, my soldiers , let the Popang Kingdom shine again, and I will lead the Gauls to the top again! If you are still loyal to me and believe in me."

A soldier suddenly dropped the rifle in his hand and knelt down: "Long live the emperor!!!"

"Long live the Emperor Bonaparte!!!"

The soldiers turned their backs one after another, clustered in front of Emperor Bonaparte, and let out deafening cheers.

Ivan XIV, who attempted to murder the emperor, was arrested. Murdering the emperor is a capital crime, waiting for him.
It will be the guillotine on the Rhine!

August 8, Kingdom of Sardinia, Rome.

Thick dark clouds hung over the head, and on the top of the mountain, nuns holding burning white candles in black coats walked on the stone steps and walked towards the ancient temple on the top of the mountain.

The shovel dug the soil and dug out an ancient coffin buried deep in the temple. The sky was covered with dark clouds, and thunder fell from time to time. The strong wind shuttled through the temple. As the six-pointed star array unfolded, the candles that should have been extinguished flickered and flickered.

The surface of the ancient coffin is full of patterns left by the craftsmen. No one noticed that the rivets of the coffin left traces left when they were opened. A figure wrapped in a cloak stepped forward, raised his arms flat, and the coffin lid It opened with a bang, revealing the ashes of the bones left after the cremation.

"On that day, the world will surely remember that name"

Accompanied by the sound of the body falling heavily, blood gathered in the coffin. The figure in the cloak had a hoarse and dull voice. He cut off the little finger of his right hand, and it fell into the bloody coffin:
"He was an excellent military commander, he...was an excellent dictator, he conquered Gaul, Egypt, Greece."

"His death made everyone sad"

"His return will lead the people of Sardinia to the top of the world!"

"his name is"

"Caesar!"

(End of this chapter)