novelraw Chapter 1147 - 345: Holy City Residents Urging for Updates
Chapter 1147 - 345: Holy City Residents Urging for Updates
"New World Newspaper"
[Headline: The Honor of the Holy Temple: Prince Roxey Colin holds funeral for his father, Pope personally offers blessings, showcasing family glory!
Yesterday at noon, the Imperial Holy City witnessed a century's funeral that will be recorded in history under the solemn and sacred tolling of the bells!
Roxey Colin, the heir of the ancient and noble Colin family, held a grand memorial prayer and burial service for his deceased father, Prince Nanfu Colin, at Saint Clement Cathedral.
The ceremony was personally presided over by the esteemed Pope Gregory IX, with dignity and elegance. The guests attending the funeral included Regent King Granville Pot, Duke Albert Valencia, Count Casite Hillfin, Marshal Laco Aber. They jointly expressed their respect and condolences to the Colin family, highly praising Prince Roxey Colin's devotion and noble character.
In the eulogy, Prince Colin declared: "My father was loyal to the empire and believed in Saint Sis throughout his life. I shall inherit his wishes and continue to contribute strength to His Majesty the Emperor and the people of the empire."
That touching scene brought tears to the eyes of the citizens in the square, and a holy light appeared above Saint Clement Cathedral under everyone's prayers!
Let us bless Prince Colin and also bless the wandering souls, hoping they will find their way home under the guidance of the Holy Light!
Currently, the coffin of Nanfu Colin has been buried in the crypt of Saint Clement Cathedral under the blessings of Gregory IX.
Additionally, at the end of the funeral, Prince Colin announced the statutes of the Holy Temple Knight Order, presenting it as a gift to the people of the empire in the name of the deceased prince!
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—The extraordinary adventure story of Imperial Baron Ticky Cosia: detailing how he survived a shipwreck, drifted alone to the shores of Gana Continent, lived nearly a decade on the beach near the Sun Step Mountain Range, and was finally miraculously rescued by the Imperial Navy. Written by himself.
"Prologue"
I, Ticky Cosia, was born on a sunny day in the suburbs of the Holy City into a respectable baron family. My family, though not extraordinarily powerful, had sufficient means to afford me a good education and a carefree life without the worry of subsistence. My father always hoped that I would, like him, be content with managing the family's estate, eventually marry a lady of suitable status, and lead a plain yet respectable life.
However, deep within me, there always seemed to be an invisible flame burning, a kind of ambition that drove me to be restless and discontent with the limited income from the estate. Consequently, I invested the family assets into commercial trade, a venture full of risks and opportunities. Initially, I saw some success, but a single misstep rendered all my previous efforts futile and left me burdened with heavy debts.
To reclaim my lost honor and wealth, I gambled my remaining assets and bought a sturdy merchant ship, the "White Whale," leading the fleet myself, laden with specialties from the Holy City, setting sail towards the legendary golden New Continent.
The day we set out was calm, the seagulls at the port sang songs to bid me farewell. I was brimming with confidence, thinking this voyage would be the start of my recovery and comeback. Unfortunately, the divine envoy orchestrating fate had already prepared another script, entirely punishing me for my unending ambition and greed.
When our fleet sailed into the depths of the Vast Ocean, a storm came upon us without warning, like Hell's hounds upon us, turning the sky darker than the deepest night.
The winds howled, raising mountainous waves that easily toyed with our sturdy vessel!
Our main mast broke during the first wave, emitting a heart-wrenching moan; the sailors' cries and prayers were soon drowned by thunder and the crash of waves on the ship, leaving only me on the deck.
I held tightly to the broken rudder, watching helplessly as the "White Whale" was completely ripped apart by a series of titanic waves.
The icy cold seawater swallowed me, and I struggled in endless darkness and chaos until the last plank slipped from my hands, and my consciousness descended into the abyss.
I don't know how long I drifted in that dark, cold sea; perhaps a moment, perhaps eternity. When I regained awareness, I found myself lying on an unfamiliar sun-scorched beach.
The salty sea breeze blew against me, with only the remnants of the ship and the ceaseless sound of the waves surrounding me, without a trace of humanity.
I struggled to stand up, surveying this desolate coast, with only one thought in my mind—I am still alive.
And perhaps, all this is Saint Sis's trial for me... (to be continued)
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The funeral at Saint Clement Cathedral has ended, but in the coming days, this century's funeral remains the hot topic in the streets and alleys of the Holy City.
The nobles praise Prince Colin for his emphasis on tradition as well as his grace and elegance, while the citizens passionately discuss the supreme glory brought by the Pope's presence and the newly established Holy Temple Knight Order.
Young men dreaming of expanding the empire's territories are already fired up, eager to immediately board a ship bound for the Gana Continent, fighting for the empire's honor and the Holy Light!