In This Life, I Only Push Joan of Arc

"I think if there is a good plan, and the roads around it are not so easy to find when it snows, we can consider making people who come to ask for food."

He said it casually, the girl obviously took it seriously, and covered her mouth in surprise,

"But Lon, what if they find out?"

"Let's meet the enemy, these things mainly depend on Uncle Jacques' own thoughts."

In his heart, he was also thinking that in the fifteenth century Europe, fire guns should not have prevailed, not to mention that such small troops around should not be equipped with one, in fact, hard work and tactics can still win.

Just when he had these thoughts, the system in his mind suddenly made a sound.

"Ding - the road of evil begins."

Ok?

Luo An gave a strange sound, and subconsciously clicked in to take a look.

"Kill the Burgundians who came to ask for food."

The content of the quest is just that. There is no reward or punishment. It even feels like a reminder, so that Luo An is completely unclear.

When he looked at the road of heroes again, he realized that it had also changed.

"Task content: Leave this alone and let the Burgundians burn down part of the village."

Is this the so-called hero?

Looking at this sentence on Hero's Road, Luo An subconsciously felt a little displeased.

This is where he grew up, doing nothing and watching those people do evil?

No, he will not choose either of the two paths.

By the way, ingredients and methods!

Luo An suddenly remembered that the food of this century is not so delicious. He still cooked some food before.

For vegetables, if a small amount of grain is made into a delicacy, it may be possible to replace the insufficient amount with delicious food.

Looking at his suddenly enlightened appearance, Darke knew that he must have thought of a way,

"Lon, do you have any good ideas?"

"It's not a good idea, it can only be said to be gambling."

He quickly stood up, then took two or three bites of the bread in Darke's hand, and it didn't taste much.

Sure enough, that's the key.

The girl still didn't respond.

"That's my bread!"

"Okay, don't talk nonsense, I'll get you something better later."

With that said, he left the house directly.

Only then did Luo Ang remember that food such as porridge is not very popular in Europe. In fact, add more water. It is also good to drink hot porridge in winter.Then there is the making of the bread. When the time comes, the group of people will come over and give them the prepared ingredients directly.

Looking at his hurried appearance, Darke could only get up and follow quickly.

It's a pity that the girl's physical strength is obviously not as good as that of Luo An. The latter also noticed that she couldn't keep up at all, so he had no choice but to slow down his pace.

"I can't solve this, don't forget that I'm only the same age as you this year,"

Extending his hand, he motioned for the girl to come up.

Let Dalke gasp for breath, put his hand on it without any thought,

"I trust you, Lon."

"Then I'm really flattered that I can gain the trust of the Holy Maiden."

"You're saying strange things again, I'm serious, no matter when, I'll believe you in Luo An."

He turned his head indifferently,

"Okay, okay, I know."

The girl wasn't angry at the way he didn't care, but she held the other's hand tighter.

At least Luo An also said that he hoped that she would accompany him forever. This sentence is enough.

6. Happy Birthday

Luo An's idea was quickly told to Jacques and the others. After listening to this group of adults, they were a little skeptical at first, but in the end, when he insisted on using the pot, he made a bowl of sweet porridge for everyone to taste. Some people started to agree with this approach.

More people are drinking warm porridge to warm their bodies.

Even Darke looked at Lon with a little surprise, wondering how he suddenly knew this.

Luo An was too lazy to explain.

As a result, the adults began to immerse themselves in learning the making of these delicacies, and Luo An also took time to teach, hoping this method would be useful, after all, he knew not only porridge, but also all kinds of small breads and snacks to adorn the delicacies. .

Time passed like this, ushered in the night of January [-]th.

After twelve o'clock tonight, it was Joan's birthday.