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Those things are not important!

Phew - Like some impatient ferocious beast, Shuo Yue let out a fierce gasp, quickly pulled the female creature, dragged her into her room, and slammed the door.

——Such a scene full of misunderstandings fell into the eyes of other artificial humans, and was then reported to the leader.

The leader named 'Dur' did not hesitate to approach Sieg, who was discussing the matter with Joan of Arc and others, and calmly explained the matter in front of many people, including Fiore Corles. Number report.

As we all know, asking an artificial person with imperfect emotional functions to explain will only make things worse.

Ever since... Black, who had just calmed down, fell into restlessness again.

Although this chapter can be written with more than 3,000 words... but allow me to be lazy and save some for the manuscript (laughing and crying).

Chapter 504 Shocked, Joan of Arc is suspected of falling in love? !

boom!

The door that had just been violently closed let out a scream again. The combat boots that had kicked the wooden door away were retracted, but the owner did not rush in. Instead, he pushed and shoved at the door. In the end, it was the guardian and hero of the androids—— Sieg plucked up the courage, rushed in, and poured out the words he had thought of.

Teacher, this is not okay! If you want to do that kind of thing, just come to me!

As soon as these words came out, a powder keg was detonated.

What are you talking about, Sieg! The blond saint jumped out in fright, covering her face and secretly peeking out through her fingers, That kind of thing, that kind of thing is definitely going to happen! No matter if it's you or anything else, Not even humans!

Well, I don't think Mr. Shuo Yue should be such a person, so please let me Kangkang...

No, sister, as a younger brother, I have the obligation to take the risk for you first!

Corless held up Fiore who was pushing the wheelchair. However, in the excitement, the two of them got into a mess. Corless fell on his sister and was knocked in by the wheelchair, injuring Joan in the back. .

Ah, what!

No, be careful!

Just listening to the sound, you can feel the mess, like Newton's pendulum. Fiore and her sister stopped, but Jeanne exclaimed and rushed forward involuntarily - falling on Shuo Yue's lap. Wanli!

At this time, Shuo Yue was sitting cross-legged on the bed, and the way Jeanne fell down looked like the indescribable scenes in some short videos.

The masculine scent hit her face, and the virginal Jeanne's brain suddenly shut down. She raised her head in confusion, only to see Shuo Yue's wandering eyes and her Adam's apple rolling up and down.

Can you get up?

Ah, ah! I'm so sorry!

Amidst the chaos, the female creature who was first dragged into the door by Shuo Yue was sitting on a chair in front of the window. She was intact and neatly dressed. She greeted all the uninvited guests who came in with her usual calm attitude.

Good evening, Lord Fiore, Lord Corless, Lord Sieg and Lord Joan of Arc.

It was like reporting the number of buns to be eaten, or reading out the book of life and death drawn by the God of Death. Everyone's hair stood on end, just because a pair of iridescent blue eyes filled with murderous intent had dimly lit up.

Like Mordred and the Lion, Jeanne went straight back to the church after finishing her discussions with Black.

Firstly, she is the arbiter after all and should not stay in Black's camp at will; secondly, she is too shy...

Who would have thought that Shuo Yue really just randomly picked up an android and did nothing to her?

[I just found a random reference to test my physical and mental state]

Thinking of Shuo Yue's explanation after repairing them, and how she was caught off guard when she jumped into Shuo Yue's arms, Jeanne couldn't help but swing her arms so hard that she didn't even know that a layer of the window glass had been wiped off.

Shame... so shameful! It is simply a disgrace to be a saint!

How could you panic because of a one-sided report! Sieg is also serious, how could he say such a thing!

If you really want to do it, I will do it...

No, no, what am I thinking!

Frightened by her own thoughts, Jeanne's mind became dizzy. As a result, her body swayed and she fell off the bench.

thump!

Are you okay, Miss Jeanne?

Sister Alma, who was in charge of the church, hurried over and saw the blond saint falling to the ground, covering her butt in grievance. Apparently, she had successfully landed softly.

Okay, it hurts...

Oh, you are really...

After a while, Joan of Arc helped Alma make the stew with two big bags of tears in her eyes. Just as she was stirring the cylindrical pot that began to release a tempting aroma, Alma, who was baking bread next to her, suddenly spoke:

Joan of Arc, can I ask you a question?

Yes, what's the matter?

“Do you believe in the Lord?”

Hearing such an unexpected question, Jeanne couldn't help but turn around with a blank look on her face. Alma waited for the girl's answer with a slightly confused smile.

Of course, I believe it.

Those who believe will be saved. This is a saying that is often ridiculed in the world. Are those who do not believe unable to receive salvation from the Lord, or does the Lord never think of saving them at all?

This, in fact, the most fundamental premise is already wrong... It is too arrogant to want to be redeemed before the age of suffering.

Rejoice with those who rejoice and weep with those who weep. That is the prerequisite of being a believer.

Really? Does that have something to do with the fact that you have not been redeemed?

The kitchen suddenly fell silent.

After hearing what Alma said, Jeanne shook her head silently while staring at the stew in the long pot.

No, this has nothing to do with me. Moreover, being burned at the stake is not the result of not receiving God's redemption. That... I just chose my own destiny.

The stew is finally done.

...Alma seems to be a monitor of the Holy Church who was ordered to monitor the Yggdomirenia clan. If there is any movement, report it immediately. If not, perform your duties as a nun in the church. While this is no easy task, nothing noteworthy has occurred during her two decades in office.

The drastic change in Qianjieshu's behavior started a few months ago. Relatives gathered from all over the world, rituals held all night long, a large amount of materials transported to the city, and there were obvious signs of the use of powerful magic.

At this juncture, a visitor who called herself ‘Joan of Arc’ and looked like a saintly girl knocked on the door of the church.

Since when did you know about me?

At first, I thought you were a magician from Yggdomirenia, because there are really few tourists in this city. But after that, I was immediately surprised when I received the contact.

Well, if you think I'm a magician, why would you let me stay here?

Oh, because this has nothing to do with that? We have always opened our doors to people who come to this church for help.

Seeing Alma's elegant smile, Jeanne couldn't help but laugh too.

After revealing their identities, the exchange of information between the two was quite smooth - Joan of Arc learned that apart from the fact that the supervisor sent by the Holy Church went on a rampage, she knew nothing else and had no intention of participating in the fight for the Holy Grail. , chose to continue to wait and see; and Alma also received a promise from Joan of Arc that she would handle the matter perfectly.

At the end of dinner, or rather supper, Jeanne couldn't help but say:

Well, can I ask one last thing?

Well, what's going on?

Why did you go out of your way to reveal your identity to me? Although it won't cause any disputes, it's actually not necessary.

Oh, you forgot something very important, Jeanne.

Facing the confused girl, Alma showed a mischievous smile:

Joan d'Arc, you are a great saint who brings light to this world. Isn't it natural to want to talk to such a person?

Eh, ah, uh... speaking of it, is there such a reason? But that... some great saint who brought light to this world, I think it is a bit exaggerated...

Jeanne lowered her head shyly. Indeed, his true name is quite famous in the world, otherwise, he would not have been summoned here as a servant.

But when I hear other people express their admiration for me face to face, I always feel an itch in my heart, but this feeling soon fades away.

But, that guy doesn't seem to be enthusiastic about me at all...

ah?

Ah! It's nothing, it's nothing, really! I mean, today's food is delicious, although I would rather eat his... Ah, no, it's nothing, I said it wrong, sorry!

Looking at the saint waving her hands in panic, Alma narrowed her eyes thoughtfully.

After dinner and prayer, Alma opened the secret compartment of the desk, took out the church diary, and began to record today's events.

The ownership of Black's servants was transferred, the artificial man and the Millennium World Tree formed an alliance, and there was no new movement in the Sky Garden...

The pen tip paused slightly, and the ink smudged, but soon it drew a smooth trajectory.

Joan of Arc is suspected of falling in love...

Alma paused for a moment, then suddenly received a revelation. She tore off the page and whispered to herself:

No, what's wrong with that?

The candlelight reflected the figure on the wall, and with the sound of tearing and tearing, the figure bent over the desk and started recording again.

Today, everything is fine...

Chapter 505 The night that never stops

When Jeanne returned to her room, after gathering her thoughts, she slept in her clothes.博

Although the Servant does not need to rest, the way she comes is special. As a carrier, Leticia needs sufficient sleep, otherwise the predicament from the beginning will reappear.

So, go to sleep, all rest is for better progress.

Carrying the responsibilities of a saint and the little sadness of a young girl, Jeanne quickly fell asleep.

——I had a glorious dream.

It was a celebration that seemed to focus on glorious glory and all blessings. The Dauphin Charles returned to Reims in triumph and was crowned King of France.

This is the dream and hope of all French people. After Joan of Arc successfully rescued the siege of Orleans, she continued to fight against the British army. Surrounded enthusiastically by the soldiers, the girl waved the battle flag at the front line. Although she never pulled out the holy sword from the scabbard at her waist, even so, the girl's footsteps never stopped——

... Dreams rush by like a revolving lantern, and after the glory, they are scattered and lost.

Inquisition. A day of ridicule, torture and revenge by everyone.

Although it was a harrowing experience, the torture did not change anything until the end. The motherland was liberated, and what Joan of Arc had dreamed of had become a reality.

You keep fighting.