After Wenger Doyle's speech, all the candidates sat in their exclusive seats.
Among the eight seats set up around the statue of the goddess, the only empty seat has not yet waited for its owner.
"The voting will begin below. In a moment, you will receive voting forms distributed by the chanters. Please write down your favorite candidates on the voting forms. We will collect them together. Within two hours, the Senate Hall will
There will be a final outcome.”
Chudka clapped his hands, and four hundred chanters in white robes filed out of the passages around the temple. The silver trays held by these chanters had stacks of thick cardboard placed on them.
There were bundles of quills and blue ink in small crystal bottles for those present to choose.
Faust took a voting form and scratched it with the pen and ink given by the priests.
The original clear writing on the paper disappeared naturally after a while.
"It's invisible ink."
The handwriting and symbols written with this kind of invisible ink require specially matched visible water to be visible. And due to differences in formulas, one kind of invisible ink only corresponds to one kind of visible water, and different types of invisible ink and visible water cannot be used universally.
However, both invisible ink and visible water are expensive alchemical potions, generally used to encrypt and protect military intelligence or royal secret orders. Just writing a name on these thousands of voting boards consumes thousands of invisible ink.
But this does allow people present to vote according to their heart without being constrained by their own positions.
Faust, who secretly lamented the wealth of the Holy See of Light, touched his goatee and began to think about whose name he should write.
On the pile of cardboard, in addition to the voting form, there was also a document with the resume of the candidate bishop. Faust flipped through it and found that there was no mention of the presiding judge Wenger Doyle.
Although there is a subordinate relationship, the Heretic Tribunal and the Holy See of Light have always been in a tense situation and have never been truly harmonious. If Wingedall really becomes the pope, then the Holy See of Light will be in chaos.
Bar?
Any bishop who holds the office of pope has more authority than Wenger Doyle.
"Then is there any use for me to write his name?"
Faust smiled. Having said that, he still wrote "Wenger Doyle L. Timothy" in the column of the preferred candidate.
This is not the result of being moved by Wingedall's speech. In fact, Faust is not optimistic about this judge. However, for Noah and the ecclesiastical states, the youngest chief judge of the Heretic Tribunal serves as the pope and seems to be more sophisticated than others.
The bishop is more interesting.
"Sir, who should we fill in?"
Compared with Faust's casualness, the assistant around him was a little uneasy.
"Just write whatever you want."
Faust handed the voting form directly to the chanter who was waiting aside, while the assistant who wanted to rush over to see what his boss filled out could only see a blank form.
"Isn't this bad?"
"It's okay. Have you carefully read the instructions on voting in front of the venue?"
"Huh? I remember it was 'We will listen to the saints and vote for our pope.'"
"No, that's not the sentence."
"Forehead?"
"It's 'The results of the voting will be an important basis for the Senate to select the pope'."
Faust picked up the strong tea brewed on his seat. His eyes had already moved away from the form, and he was watching the sacrificial performance below with great interest.
"What does this mean?"
The young assistant didn't understand the word play inside.
"That is to say - our vote is just a reference. The power to decide who can become the pope is not in our hands."
"In other words, our choice is actually... meaningless?"
After Faust revealed the mystery, the assistant finally realized it.
"Well, this is just a symbolic transition, don't take it too seriously."
The position of the pope has always been determined by the higher-ups of the Holy See, leaving the majority of believers to vote for their own democracy, etc. This is just the result of the whims of the fourteenth-generation Pope of Light, Balfoudet.
This is an open secret. In the eyes of Faust and other insiders, the election of the Holy See has always been a joke, but people have maintained a tacit understanding of "seeing through but not telling off."
After taking a few sips of strong tea, Faust's spirit improved a lot. He looked at the bishop's seats and found that the people who were supposed to be sitting on them were missing.
"We can also leave."
Faust handed the tea set to his assistant and stood up energetically.
"Won't you stay and watch the ceremony?"
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