Moe Cultivation Diary

Chapter 825 The Holy Maiden
"It's really poor..." Sitting on the table in the church, You Feng thought with a little heartache.

While I was bored, I calculated my remaining stigmata for a while, and Youfeng felt that it should be close to zero...

There is not much difference between the normal Heroic Spirit avatar and the main body, but Youfeng can't do it. The system thing is simply something that is difficult to copy. As an avatar, the weapons that are carried with it have been copied.

There is no way to check the specific stigmata.

"What have I exchanged during this time, [Honkai Gift Box], three access rights, the exchange of Niangyian Spring"

"That's right, there is also the matter of Sister Lan. I used the last stigmata to make myself a false quasi-god before bringing Sister Lan back."

After counting the stigmata used, You Feng wailed, but within a few months, he had defeated about [-] stigmata, and maybe the remaining stigmata are still negative...

Fortunately, there is a vacancy in charge of supporters over there. Ten supporters earn one-third of the stigmata income, and there will be a stigmata income in about six months to three years.

The main reason is that most of the supporters entered the middle world, and the time difference between them and the high world was ten times. It took a few months inside, but a few years outside.

"Next time, if you spend any more money, you will chop off your hands..."

"It's very strange, I came to the church for the second time today." The dilapidated door rattled, and the blond girl Joan of Arc walked in familiarly.

Youfeng was a little surprised that the two of them were familiar with each other during this period of time. Generally, Joan of Arc would come to church once a day, and the length of time was variable, but rarely came a second time.

"Uncle Edienne hoped that I would come tonight to pray for his deceased daughter, that she could accompany the Lord after death"

"Let me guess, his daughter must have been dead for a long time." Looking in the direction outside the village, Youfeng showed a thoughtful expression.

"...It's been more than half a year." Joan of Arc's holy face showed sadness, living in the same village, it's impossible not to know her.

"And still during an attack"

"Yes" God said, even if he knew some secrets, it would not be surprising. Joan of Arc didn't feel too surprised about it, but just responded silently. She didn't understand why the God in front of her wanted to raise this question.

"That Aidian, he must treat you like his own daughter, otherwise he wouldn't let you come here"

"...what's going to happen tonight?"

Gradually, Joan of Arc also discovered the problem in the words. Today is not the death day of Uncle Ai Di'an's daughter, nor is it any special day. Why did she specially ask her to come to church tonight?
"Invaders, if you are unlucky, the village will no longer exist from tomorrow on."

Youfeng said calmly, after a deliberate search just now, he found a group of cavalry approaching the village, and had already confronted the villagers at the entrance of the village.

Her expression changed slightly, and Joan of Arc, who had anticipated some possibility, immediately left the church and ran towards the village.

The dilapidated church was built on top of the higher earth and rocks in the village. Not long after I left the church, I could already hear noisy voices coming from everywhere, some familiar and some unfamiliar.

"Taxes, hand over"

At the entrance of the village, a knight in armor sits on a horse and calmly looks at the villagers in front of him. Although he is carrying a weapon, there is no threat to him.

Behind him is a group of nearly ten guards, fully armed, facing the villagers. This is not the first time they have collected taxes, nor is it the first time they have encountered resistance.

To be precise, there will always be a few villages out of ten who will not know what to do and want to resist them.

"Seven days ago, we came to Mi Village to pay the tax. We really can't make it up." The middle-aged man stepped forward and prayed. He is the tax officer in the village, but he really can't afford the tax. On average, it takes a month Twice, they are just a small village.

"Your previous king has already signed a treaty. As his subjects, you are obliged to repay the outstanding amount for him." The man in charge of recording beside the knight said lightly, stroking his beard.

They are not French expropriation teams, but English ones, but so what, all French people have to pay taxes as long as they are in the areas they occupy.

"No money, you know what will happen?" The mocking smile is not within the territory of his own country, and no one will be held accountable for anything he does.

"Father" in the blink of an eye, Joan of Arc had left the church and came to the entrance of the village.

"I didn't tell you, stay in the church to pray, and no matter what happens, you are not allowed to come out!" Jacques Dac, a middle-aged male tax official and also the father of Joan of Arc, said angrily.

Churches, even dilapidated churches, generally have a certain majesty. Hiding inside may cause those soldiers to ignore them, but...

"Well, since I can't pay the tax, I can use you to offset it." The eyes of the tax collector's man lit up, with a holy aura, and he hadn't seen such a strange girl for a long time.

The knight next to him glanced at the man in disgust, even if he was depraved, he would not like this kind of thing happening in front of his eyes.

"It was the Lord who told me to drive them away." Joan of Arc still calmly said to the soldiers who were about to come after scolding her father.

"Pfft haha, do you want to say that the Lord has bestowed grace on you?" The recorded man laughed loudly, even the priests of the church would not dare to say that.

"...I'm sorry, the village can't be for one person..." Jacques let the soldiers pass by in grief, raising and lowering the weapon in his hand several times.

He is the tax officer of the village, and he is also responsible for leading and guarding the village. Once he does it, he understands that even if all the people go together, they will not be opponents of experienced soldiers.

Joan of Arc didn't say anything, but quietly closed her eyes, not giving up, but waiting.

A flash of lightning flashed across the dark sky, and the expressions of the villagers and soldiers were printed in white. The next second, there was a rumbling thunder, and a bucket-thick lightning suddenly fell from the sky and struck an old tree.

The lightning caused the flames to burn, and at the same time, the old tree that had existed for an unknown period of time also collapsed. The two soldiers who stepped forward showed horror, because the direction of the collapsed tree was facing them.

The combat training made them all subconsciously retreat to the rear, but one of them was still a step too late, the burning giant tree pressed against his legs, and the sound of mourning sounded immediately.

The expressions of both the knight and the recorder of the confiscation changed. On the other side of the burning giant tree, the blond girl stood there silently with her eyes closed, her hands clasped together in front of her chest.

"It's the Lord's blessing" The soldiers who fled back were already a little calm, but their eyes still couldn't help the panic, what they were doing to a woman who might be a saint.

(End of this chapter)