Dark Soul Moon

The peasant woman showed a grateful expression, and then dragged another obedient farmer into the city.

"This farmer is really timid. But that peasant woman is very good, but I don't think I've seen her before..."

The soldier thought so.

But for the sake of the extra money given by the peasant woman, the soldier didn't think too much about it.

He decided to find some fun that men can understand after changing shifts today.

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Lifting his head, Gildrey looked like he wanted to say something.

He watched Joan act like a village girl who wanted to go to the city to sell things.

If he didn't know that the other party was the supreme commander of the French army, Guildre really wouldn't be able to tell.

Joan of Arc didn't have any idea, she was originally a village girl.

All of this is just a true character.

"Jill, let's go, let's go to the market in the north of the city first."

Carrying the basket for camouflage, Joan of Arc said.

"Yes, Holy Maiden..."

Seeing Jeanne's stern expression, Gildera's voice gradually became quieter.

He is now a farmer, a farmer who came out with his aunt to see the world.

While Gilderray felt that his role was very problematic, Joan felt that there was nothing wrong with it.

One of her was no better than ten Gilderreys to play the role of a village girl.

"What are you going to call me, Jill?"

With her hands on her waist, Joan raised her eyebrows.

"..."

Gildera couldn't speak.

Calling aunt to his lord saint, he felt very wrong.

Even if it was necessary for the mission, Gildrey couldn't yell out.

After hesitating for a long time, he still didn't say it.

"never mind."

Joan shook her head. Anyway, Gildrey was playing the role of an ignorant and timid farmer, and it was okay to speak little.

It's better to say that if you talk a lot, you may reveal your secrets.

"follow me."

Pulling Gilderre forcefully, Joan headed towards the north of the city.

Along the way, she took Jill to avoid the carriages driving on the road, stopping from time to time, talking with the vendors, and getting information.

Occasionally, he stood in front of a Catholic church with an expression of admiration, as if he wanted to go in and pray.

After seeing the priest walking towards her, she counted the few coins in her hand, showing a dejected expression.

Then the priest showed a disgusted expression, because this dirty peasant woman obviously didn't have much to fish for.

It's better to choose other targets who seem to be richer to make money.

In this way, acting with her true colors, Joan of Arc, like a village girl, brought Jill to the market in the north of the city.

Along the way, Gildre had to admire the acting skills of Her Majesty the Saintess, who played a village girl so vividly.

He forgot that Joan of Arc was a village girl before she became Commander of France.

After walking into a hidden corner and dropping the basket in her hand, Joan uncovered the cloth, revealing the contents inside.

It was a weapon for self-defense and a stone to cover it.

Joan hid the holy bell and a dagger on her body, and then gave the other dagger to Gilderray.

Gildera took the dagger knowingly and hid it.

Then, the two walked out of the corner.

At this moment, a bell rang.

Joan raised her head subconsciously.

She saw a Catholic priest ringing the bell, and then pasted a portrait on the wall, and the person in the portrait was familiar to her.

It is ashes.

"Listen well, if anyone finds traces of the person in the portrait, please report it to the Catholic Church, and the Catholic Church will generously reward you with money."

"Your Excellency, isn't that Your Excellency Fahan?"

Looking at the portrait, Gildrey asked in a low voice.