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The moon is dark and the wind is high, the clouds are heavy and the fog is thick. This is a good weather for killing people.

In one of the tents in the middle of the French camp, there was only the faint light of a lamp.

Several dark figures gathered together and lowered their heads to discuss something, and finally ended with a familiar ending.

"Very well, everyone, everything we just said is what we want to do. As long as all this is done, I guarantee that the Holy See will come forward and send a special envoy to mediate the differences between Britain and France!"

"I am very grateful to Archbishop François for your generosity. Your contribution to France will always be remembered. We hope that His Majesty the Pope will uphold justice. This is an important support for France!" Plane Travel Guide 1637

"Hmph, this should be fine. His Majesty the Pope will definitely not sit back and watch the scale of the war between Britain and France continue to expand. This kind of killing should not happen between God's people, and our blade should be aimed at those hateful heretics! "

"Yes, Your Majesty Archbishop. Your request will definitely be fulfilled, and she will definitely die!"

"But I am worried that His Royal Highness Charles VII will express his opposition to this action? You should know that that witch has almost become His Royal Highness Charles VII's only hope to restore the country!"

"Your Majesty, Archbishop, you don't have to worry too much. His Majesty the King may be unwell tonight and go to sleep early. And that witch, she will be sent to the guillotine for trial when the sun rises tomorrow morning at the latest!"

"Hehehe, that's good, that's good! Thank God, fortunately, most people in France are still normal."

"Of course, His Majesty the Archbishop. I think you can rest assured that apart from having some prestige in the hearts of the poor, that witch has no capital at all. However, when I return to Rome this time, I still hope that you will be beautiful in front of His Majesty the Pope next year." Say a few words, um... um..."

"What on earth are you trying to say? Come on and get straight to the point. We don't have time to waste on these details."

"Your Majesty the Archbishop, the Marquis of Alanva actually means that he hopes that the church can reduce some of the burden on the common people. If these guys are not really living in hardship, they will not turn to believe in Joan of Arc's demonic words to confuse the people."

"How can you say that? Does the contribution to God still need to care about secular vision and judgment? Everyone, including us, is a sinner, even if he sacrifices his life for God, this should be Our attitude!"

"Yes, His Majesty the Archbishop is right. Those civilians are too lazy to make such a rude request."

"Okay, let's stop here. I hope you don't forget tonight's promise. I want to see that heretic hanged in tomorrow morning at the latest... No, just send it to the guillotine!"

"Yes, His Majesty the Archbishop, we will handle this matter right away, and we will definitely not let you down!"

With the sound of "hula la", a group of people filed out of the camp.The cold wind aroused by their actions easily blew out the faint candle light, and the entire military tent was once again plunged into darkness.

There was only a black shadow standing in the middle, and the two eyes were extremely bright in the darkness, and even shone red.

"Heh heh heh, you damned heretic, are you finally helpless now? Sophistry is useless, and what you say is useless in front of absolute strength. As long as tonight is over, you will become rotten history! "

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In the most heavily guarded tent in the barracks, there were also whispers at this moment.

"Your Majesty, they have been persuaded by Archbishop François, and they are currently dispatching troops to prepare for a surprise attack on Joan of Arc. Look, are we..."

"No, we use everything. We just need to stay in the camp quietly. Don't forget that I am unwell now." Plane Travel Guide 1637

"But Your Majesty, we cannot lose Joan of Arc, she is the guarantee of our victory! Now not only the poor people, but even many soldiers completely regard her as the reincarnation of the God of War!"

"I know, I know, I know everything you said. But it's still the same, go to bed early!"

"Your Majesty, are you going to give up Joan of Arc and completely surrender to the Holy See? Without Joan of Arc, our soldiers would not be able to fight at all."

"So what? If Joan of Arc is really not a witch, and everything she said is the truth, then she won't die. If she's just lying, hehe..."

"...Your Majesty, are you going to verify the authenticity of Joan of Arc?"

"No, the fact I want to know is very simple. Does the goddess she mentioned have magical powers? Does she really exist? Could it be that God is really dead? I need evidence! More direct and authoritative Evidence! Before everything is clear, I can only go to sleep honestly!"

"...Yes, Your Majesty, I think I have understood your strategic intentions. So, is there anything else we need to do?"

"Of course, I think many people are concerned about the safety of Miss Joan of Arc."

"I understand, Your Majesty, the situation this time will definitely satisfy you."

"Well, you go out first, don't disturb my rest, this is very important! Another point, you have to see clearly!"

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Early the next morning, everyone, including the French army and the surrounding people, heard a shocking news.

"What did you say? The Holy Maiden...the Holy Maiden was arrested?"

"How...how is this possible? There was a victory just yesterday. Didn't those gentlemen all say that it was the saint's victory? Isn't this backfired? It's too fast!"

"Hmph, don't you know what kind of people those old men are? How naive!"

"It is said that Archbishop François, who was ridiculed some time ago, has returned. I saw it with my own eyes. He came to the barracks last night. This conspiracy must have something to do with him."

Not to mention the confusion expressed by these people, even the many soldiers who were fighting side by side yesterday were also at a loss.

What happened?Why did the generals send their own soldiers to arrest the saint?What's more, it's not just as simple as catching her, it is said that she will be executed this morning!God, she's a hero!

"Hero? Hahaha, you are wrong! She is just a shameful witch, a dirty heretic! The church has the right to execute this damn witch. Otherwise, more people will be hurt!"

In the stern voice of Archbishop Francois, all the people and ordinary soldiers present felt a little unacceptable.

The saint, who was clearly invincible on the battlefield, is now like a delicate woman with her hands bound like a chicken, twisted and tied to a high platform by a few not-so-strong soldiers, only her smile is still bright.

For some reason, Francois felt very uncomfortable when he saw her smile, and even panicked.Plane Travel Guide 1637

But he just grinned and shouted: "You damn witch, what else can you say now? You will be executed in the next moment, so wake up early and return to the embrace of God!"

"Hehehe, I said long ago that all gods will die, and I am no exception. However, I am blessed by the goddess. Even if I die, I can be resurrected. And it doesn't take 3 days, only 1 day. enough."

Seeing that Joan of Arc was still so calm, Archbishop Francois finally couldn't calm down anymore, he yelled a little frantically: "Send her to the guillotine for me, execute her, execute her!"

"puff!"

Blood splattered, and the head rolled to the ground. All the people watching the execution below were shocked: the head was still smiling!

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