Black-haired Knight King of Chaldea

Chapter 367 What's the matter with the village girl and saint!
The saint Martha stared at her eyes, put her hands on her hips, and a sturdy aura surged out of her body from these two simple movements.

It's not that I have any prejudice against the countryside. In fact, because the people in the countryside are too familiar with each other, and because they don't have much fun, they will do everything possible to find fun.When people get so close, it is easy to regard each other as objects of play.Simply put, it is to joke with others and have fun.

As for men, sometimes, because they are too familiar, they tend to speak freely, and their words become a little unacceptable.

As the eldest daughter, it could even be said that she was the head of the family at the time, so she naturally had the obligation to protect her young sister from being taught badly by other people's bad jokes at such an early age.

Naturally, Martha's character also became more and more fierce in the communication with these people.

Joan stared at Mirtha in front of her dumbfounded. These details were not written in the "Gospel of Matthew"—of course, she had never read the Gospel—seeing Mirtha like this, she felt There are mixed feelings, I feel that the image of the idol has collapsed, and I feel that she is just like myself, a little kind, of course, the most is emotion.

Watching her can tear off the sage's outfit so decisively, she showed her true colors.

Don’t forget that whether it’s Giorgios—St. George, or Martha—St. Martha, or Jean Nadalque—Saint Joan of Arc, the titles of these saints are not what they claim.These titles are imposed on them by outsiders. No one has asked them if they want to be a saint, and no one has asked them if they really want to be a saint.

People talk to themselves and entrust all their hopes and desires to them, and then continue to endure suffering with peace of mind, hoping that one day a saint will save them.They will convince themselves: After all, they are just ordinary people, and such things should be left to saints.

When encountering hardships, you will blame the sage for not coming.

When the saint comes, he will complain why he didn't come earlier.

Throw all the risks to the deified ordinary person with peace of mind, and endure suffering with peace of mind.Even if things don't get better, at least the mood will be much lighter.

In this way, they, who were originally ordinary people, turned into "sages", inheriting people's thoughts, and in order to live up to the hopes on their shoulders, they had to act like saints.

If it's just me, then forget it, but Martha couldn't see it, and Joan showed such an appearance.

Especially, seeing her hiding in the hay shed, the whole person fell on the haystack, and there was a happy glance on her face inadvertently.

"What about the saint! Anyway, I was originally a peasant girl! I don't understand that kind of thing! If you say that I don't look like a saint, then you can become a saint yourself. Go and defeat Tarasque by yourself. No way! Really! Right!"

"Ah... ah, um."

Oddly enough, Joan nodded slightly, although there was still a little ignorance on her face.

"You too, don't care what the title of Joan of Arc is! You can do whatever you want! Let me ask you, just talk about your own heart, do you want to save France?"

"think."

There was no hesitation at a moment.

It's not out of the thinking of a saint, nor is it in some kind of obligation, but purely from the heart, wanting to help others, and not wanting to see everyone in distress. 【Those who are capable should help the incapable and bear the weight of their lives for them】It is such a simple and pure idea.

"And what about that dark woman with a face like yours?"

"Er...that, it's me, right? Probably."

Jeanne showed difficulty, embarrassing response.

This is where she struggles the most.

No matter what, she didn't want to believe that she actually longed for such revenge deep in her heart?She sorted out her heart. Indeed, when she was burned at the stake, she felt a sense of sadness, but...

"I don't think I hated anyone. Whether it is the archbishop, the people at that time, or everyone in the UK, they just have a different position from mine. I can understand them."

Zhende thought carefully, and sure enough, the answer was still this.

She never hated anyone.

From the moment she received God's revelation, she was ready for martyrdom.

For a deeply devout believer, martyrdom is not something to be hated.

"That's it! Then she must be bewitched! When the time comes, grab her and beat her up! Then say, 'You are not me!' Then grab and beat the demon who bewitched her, and say 'Go away!' and it's all over! There's nothing to worry about!"

As Martha spoke, she raised her fist. As soon as she clenched her fist, she heard the creaking sound of her knuckles. Just listening to it made people feel that the fist contained considerable strength.

"Pfft...Really, as expected of Her Excellency the Holy Maiden Martha, is she completely ignoring the world's views to such an extent?"

Joan of Arc laughed, how can a saint persuade someone to beat someone violently with his fist?

However, unexpectedly... I feel a lot more relaxed.

Originally, I was worried about how to face the vengeful self.Will such a weak self hold back?Moreover, as the [Flag] of the Anti-Evil Dragon Alliance, I can't easily show a weak expression.As a result, all the worries of this kind were solved by Martha with a clenched fist.

Mierda blushed, and argued: "I, I am such a person! What kind of saint is not a saint, anyway, I am a rude village girl! Occasionally, I want to solve everything with my fists! This, this is a coincidence! It is a one-in-a-million situation! Yes, it is specially made for you! It is definitely not something like this!"

After speaking, Martha suddenly changed her mind.It could be seen that if possible, she hoped not to expose this side of herself as much as possible.Joan was deeply moved, as if she did not want others to know that she preferred haystacks to mattresses, and small wooden shrines to spacious and luxurious cathedrals.

"I understand, Miranda-sama. Thank you for your teaching, eh!"

Joan also imitated her and clenched her fists tightly, but none of her knuckles made a sound. She seemed to feel a little uncomfortable, so she squeezed again, but of course, it still didn't make any sound. Unconvinced, she simply grabbed the knuckles of her left hand with her right hand. The knuckles were gently bent from the side, and finally, this time, there was a slight clicking sound.

"You don't even need to learn this kind of place! How serious are you!!!"

"En! Thank you, Martha-sama! As expected of a saint who has been recorded in the scriptures, he is willing to use such a kind attitude for a village girl like me."

"Well, when it comes to village girls, so am I. We are all. Village girls and saintesses. There's nothing wrong with that!"

"Hmm! Nothing bad!"

Joan finally smiled cheerfully.

"Ah, that, let me remind you, that, this is our little secret, in front of others, you, you understand, right?"

Martha blushed, and wanted to maintain the image of the saint.

"Well! I understand!"

Joan of Arc nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

In this way, the Holy Maiden, who is also a villager, reached a consensus in a small and dilapidated straw house.

(End of this chapter)