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#509 - The name of the alliance is

Chapter 507: The Name of the Alliance Is——

After the banquet, followed by a day of rest, the tripartite talks officially began.

The original Jeanne d'Arc Castle church hall was filled with delegations and Salvation Army monks.

Beneath the column-lined hall, the benches were occupied by people dressed in indigo-dyed cloth, brocade, tattered linen, and even those who wore nothing, using fur to cover their bodies.

As the host of the talks, Madelaine announced the resolutions one by one.

Most of them were unanimously agreed upon in three to five minutes. After all, the day after the banquet was reserved for Horn, Ludwik, and Lurlei to communicate.

Thus, the following echoed repeatedly under the dome:

“Sugar and Oil Trade Agreement.” “Passed!”

“Open Border Agreement.” “Agreed!”

After resolving the primary issues, the remaining details were things like flags, names, and titles.

To give the people present a sense of participation, the Salvation Army directly solicited names from the crowd.

“First, it must highlight the nature of our alliance. Second, we are the orthodox state religion, so it must be sacred, righteous, and bright. Third, it must show our determination to resist the Church,” Horn shouted to the enthusiastic crowd.

“It should also have the effect of promoting our strength,” Madelaine, as the Truth Speaker, added.

Before Madelaine finished speaking, Rudylo raised his hand high: “The Invincible Holy Warrior Alliance.”

Madelaine ignored him directly and asked the others, “Who wants to go first? Who has a suggestion for the first one?”

“Why make it so complicated? Just call it the Anti-Church Alliance,” an impatient monk shouted loudly.

“We gathered together because we oppose the Church, so why not be straightforward and call it the Church-Fucking Alliance?” Geoffroi, a secret society wizard from the Johan Sect, was the first to stand up and suggest.

This idea was obviously not recognized by most people, and they began to complain.

“Too vulgar…”

“It doesn’t highlight our characteristic of being the orthodox state religion.”

“That’s right, at least there should be a symbol representing the sacred, right?”

“Then, the Cunt-Your-Mom Church Alliance?” Geoffroi thoughtfully added the sacred symbol “Cunt” to the organization's name.

“No, this will cause punctuation problems,” a Brago monk immediately stood up to object. “Does the ‘Cunt’ refer to the Church or the Church Alliance? Wouldn’t that be us fucking ourselves?”

“Then what is your brilliant idea?” Geoffroi retorted dissatisfiedly.

“We formulated the Jeanne d'Arc Castle-Long Dyke City Agreement here, we should be called the Allied Powers,” the Brago monk said, raising his head.

Horn almost stood up from his chair to object.

Fortunately, a Salvation Army priest immediately retorted, “The Allied Powers already exists, it’s the name of a beastman kingdom alliance.”

“The same name? Hiss, that’s a pity,” the Brago monk said in astonishment, then blinked his eyes and sat down again, biting his fingers helplessly.

Horn secretly breathed a sigh of relief, glad they didn’t choose this name, it was too unlucky.

“I have a suggestion,” Busak suddenly stood up at this time. “Look, we are all gathered together because we are resisting the Church. Snowleaf City, the Holy See, and Long Dyke City form an arc on the map.

In that case, why don’t we just call it the Holy Arc of Resistance? What do you think?”

The Holy Arc of Resistance?

Horn stroked his chin. It sounded like a good name, but he felt like he had heard it somewhere.

“I feel like this name is good, what do you think?” Horn turned his head and said to Lurlei, who was bored and yawning.

“I think it’s a waste of time. Why don’t you just say one and everyone agrees?” Lurlei exhaled a smoke ring.

She liked smoking not entirely because of nicotine addiction, but more to relieve her nerves and brain.

After all, as they get older, the pressure of magic on a witch's body becomes heavier and heavier.

In fact, no end point has yet been discovered for the lifespan of witches, because before they die naturally, when they realize that their madness is uncontrollable, they will take their own lives.

Or go to the Church's territory and make a scene.

“A name that you come up with yourself, a name that you all agree with, will have a sense of identity,” Horn knew that Lurlei always had the final say, and didn’t say much.

“The Arc of Resistance is a good name.”

“Anyway, it’s much better than the previous two.”

Many monks below the stage praised it.

“I don’t think so. We only have three parties now, so it can be an arc. If more join in the future, won’t it become a wavy line?” Jeschka suddenly stood up to retort.

Ever since Busak prevented Jeschka from receiving the medal, the two had been at odds and often found fault with each other to make each other unhappy.

“It’s just a temporary name, we’ll talk about it when we have others in the future,” Busak sneered.

“Hmph, who said there are three parties?” A sarcastic voice came from the side, letting Brolot cross his legs. “There are only the Secret Society and the Salvation Army, just call it the Holy Straight Line.”

The venue suddenly became cold, and everyone focused their attention on the fat monk who was speaking.

“Let Brolot!” Ludwik suddenly stood up, trotted from the stage to his side, picked up his arm, and forcibly lifted him up.

“Let me go, Ludwik, do you still treat me as a friend?” Brolot’s saliva flew everywhere, but Ludwik ignored it, dragged Brolot into the carriage, and sent him away.

The venue suddenly became quiet, and everyone’s eyes shifted back and forth between Horn and Ludwik.

“It’s okay, technical adjustment, you continue to discuss, continue to speak,” Horn stood up calmly, pretending to go to the toilet.

But he bypassed the side halls on both sides of the Holy Proclamation Hall and went to the small garden outside, while Ludwik had just stuffed Brolot into the carriage and sent him away.

As soon as Ludwik turned around, he saw Horn walking out from behind the flowerbed.

“Your Excellency, I’m really sorry…”

“Are you going to tear up the agreement?”

“No, no, just one more procedure.” Ludwik looked at the bright sunshine. “Your Excellency, can you take a walk with me?”

“Of course.” Horn made a gesture of invitation, stepping on the green turf and strolling in the small garden.

The two strolled in the bee-flying garden. Ludwik was silent for a while before explaining, “The Brago Monastery is not a monastery, but a collection of monasteries…”

The Brago Monastery is the collective of monasteries throughout Cassia County, comprising thirty-three monasteries, distributed across all four townships of Cassia County.

According to the system left by Juanno, the townships are divided, and one to two highly respected monks are selected from the monasteries in each area.

Any monastery representative or cathedral monk, that is, a monk who holds a major holy office in the Brago Monastery, can initiate a vote to decide whether to pass a resolution.

Now that Let Brolot is a cathedral monk and the number two figure in the monastery, he can of course exercise this right.

With Ludwik's prestige, he can completely persuade most of the monastery abbots, while Let Brolot is obviously inferior in popularity and prestige.

“Then what is he doing this for?” Horn still couldn’t understand. “Isn’t this just doing useless work?”

Ludwik couldn’t help but smile bitterly. “Let Brolot originally opposed our union. He believes that the people of Cassia County should still do business with the Church.”

“Oh, I understand. He thinks that resistance is just to show an attitude, it’s a strike, and the Church still represents orthodoxy?” Horn almost guessed Let Brolot’s attitude.

“That’s pretty much what he means.” Ludwik rubbed his temples with his thick fingers. “We originally agreed that no matter what decision we made, we would be together, even if he didn’t agree.

But I was too impatient before and directly reached an agreement with you without going through him. I originally wanted to hide it from him and wait until the rice was cooked.

But I don’t know who leaked the news to him. He confronted me face to face, and I could only tell him everything. He accused me of breaking the agreement, and we broke up unhappily.”

Someone leaked the news, in just these two days?

Lifting his eyelids, Horn’s eyebrows trembled, but quickly returned to normal.

Ludwik, who was standing opposite him, suddenly felt his hair stand on end, as if the short young man in front of him had just turned into a man-eating tiger for a moment.

Raising his head, Horn’s smiling face carried a hint of suspicion: “Your prestige can’t even suppress him?”

“I broke my oath first in this matter, and he has the right to do so.” Ludwik leaned weakly against the carved stone pillar. “We’ve been hanging out together since we were in our twenties, what does my prestige mean to him?”

Now there are more troubles, and this delay will take another half a year back and forth.

Horn even couldn’t help but think, why not just assassinate him.

However, this old monk is, after all, an elder-level elder of Juanno, and being killed in his own territory would definitely be a major blow to the Salvation Army’s credibility.

This is still under the circumstances that he obviously opposes the Salvation Army, which can be seen at a glance.

“Can you persuade him?”

“He is both pedantic and stubborn, and often quarrels and throws tantrums with Juanno. He is now angry and cannot be persuaded.”

Ludwik sincerely bowed to Horn, scaring Horn.

“This is indeed my mistake, you can ask for any compensation.”

Since the words have been said to this point, what else can Horn say: “Okay, then you first sign those most basic things, such as opening the border, and then enter the alliance as a joining observer.”

After discussing the aftermath, Ludwik and Horn returned together.

As soon as he sat down, Madelaine happily reported to Horn:

“Your Majesty, during the time you were away, we have selected a good name, which is both meaningful and easy to pronounce.”

“Oh, what is this very meaningful name?” Re-sitting at the long table, Horn asked around with a smile.

This name obviously received everyone’s approval, and no one spoke out against it.

Busak cleared his throat and stood up: “Scholar Kerben of the Dragon Language Scholars Association said that if the trajectory of the sun rising in the east and setting in the west is the horizontal axis, then Long Dyke City and the Holy See are almost on a vertical axis perpendicular to the horizontal axis.

We believe that this is not an ordinary straight line, but a straight line that can extend and expand outward.

It is the eye of the storm that stirs up the storm, the gathering place of all those who resist the Church, or the axis of the sphere.

Therefore, we unanimously agree to call it——The Holy Axis!”