I became Joan of Arc, walking on the continent of Terra

Talula was also very moved when she saw these people who were willing to follow her. It seemed that everything was not as bad as she imagined. Isn't there so many people who are willing to follow her?

"Talulah, do you really want to give them something?" After a while, a soldier asked reluctantly, recalling what Tallulah had said to them before.

"Of course, if those people don't have supplies, they can't live for two months. At least after living together for such a long time, we won't be too ruthless, right?"

Tallulah answered them, and although these people were still a little unwilling, they still agreed with Tallulah's words, and they didn't want to do too much in their hearts.

What's more, it is impossible to give those precious materials to these people, and those daily needs should be left to these people when they part.

Chapter 650 Seventh Tallulah Feels Depressed

"Put away your things, and never see you again!"

In front of the warehouse of the village, a few people in charge of distributing supplies looked at the villagers who were about to leave expressionlessly. Their expressions looked so cold, as if they were looking at a group of irrelevant strangers.

And the villagers who received the supplies did not have the joyful expressions before. Everyone looked at the "acquaintances" in front of them with a flattering smile, hoping that they could give them more supplies.

But this kind of thing is obviously a daydream. The houses allocated to these guys who plan to part ways have been calculated by these people, and each share is the same, which highlights a fairness.

As for whether these materials are enough, it can only depend on the attitude of these people towards their own lives. If they wantonly squander, even giving them a warehouse is not enough.

But if they save a little bit of food, plus they usually store some food at home, it is still possible to last for a week to two weeks. As for the future, it can only depend on their good luck.

And after these people got these things, they left the village where they lived for a long time, and they didn't even have the idea of ​​saying goodbye to Tallulah and Joan of Arc who established the village.

But having said that, even if they want to say goodbye to these people, they won't see them. They can give them dry food and allow them to leave like this.

You want to go to other places. If you want to live in this kind of village, those people would like to put your bones on a millstone and grind them back and forth a few times to see if the bone marrow can still be squeezed out.

Although in the eyes of other countries this may be nothing more than a disagreement and my leaving the village, it is tantamount to a kind of betrayal here, even if no one here will accuse them of doing things.

"So far, how many people have left the village?" Tallulah stood under the black night sky at this time, watching the village that should have been brightly lit now plunged into darkness, feeling very uncomfortable.

"About 800 people. There may be about [-] people who will leave us during this period, and more than half of them choose to leave with us. There will be very few villagers staying here."

Joan of Arc was standing next to this guy, also looking at this deserted village, and talking to him.

"There are so many people who want to leave... Although it is not incomprehensible, it still feels like I have failed in what I did?"

Tallulah's voice was a little low, and Joan looked at this guy but didn't know what to say. For a person who was good at finding faults in himself, it seemed useless to say anything.

"It's just that the life you want is different. You will experience this kind of thing many times in the future. The separation is not your fault. You can't let everyone listen to you now..."

Joan of Arc stood aside and was running her brain cells rapidly, trying to find out what words could make this guy who blamed himself come out of this emotion.

Again, a self-reflective guy is indeed very difficult to deal with.Because you don't know from what angle this guy will push the responsibility for this matter onto your own head.

"I'm fine, I just feel a little pity. The village we built with great difficulty, after working so hard for so long, is actually facing this scene..."

"So you don't need to blame yourself for these things!" Joan of Arc said solemnly with her hands on the guy's shoulders when she heard her talking about it.

She could understand that Tallulah felt uncomfortable for them to become like this after fighting for so long, but this guy, as the person who planned all actions, absolutely couldn't get stuck in it because of this kind of thing.

She is a person who can make decisions, which means that this guy must not be indecisive, but should choose a choice and bear the consequences to move forward.

"No matter what kind of choice you make, there will always be people who oppose it. You can't keep those who left. If you are sad because of those who left, what will those who stay think about your choice?"

Jeanne looked into this guy's eyes, and there was some confusion in those eyes now, because she didn't know if she made the right choice.

She had indeed managed the city before, but at that time there was a Kosche on her head, and everything she did was under the command of Kosche, so there were actually relatively few places to choose from.

So when she was here for the first time completely out of Kosche's control to manage everyone, she can be said to have put a lot of effort into this village. She hoped to prove that she could do better without Kosche. .

But in the current scene, if she had the old Kosiche in her mind, she would probably have started to laugh at her own decision-making, whether it was letting these villagers leave or distributing food to these guys.

"This is just the first time we worked hard. It is very normal to make mistakes. We can learn the lessons here and remember what the mistakes here are in the next actions..."

Joan of Arc continued to think of ways to comfort this guy who had gotten into the horns. She didn't believe that she could not persuade a giant dragon with her eloquence, and she planned to learn from her predecessors.

Senior Mirtha persuaded Tarasque by himself, but he couldn't tame her by relying on his own ability?You can't embarrass Senior Saintess, can you?

I, Joan of Arc, will rely on my own strength to convince the fire dragon today!

"puff--!"

Seeing Joan of Arc trying to persuade her, Tallulah laughed involuntarily, and the cloud in her heart for the past few days seemed to dissipate after she saw Joan of Arc like this. Not a lot.

And how could Joan of Arc not see such an obvious smile?She stood like this, looking at the guy in front of her, as if saying in her eyes, you have to give me an explanation today.

Seeing that Joan of Arc suddenly changed her face, clenched her fists and tried to persuade others to threaten her, Tallulah felt that her friend should have changed his face since he was a child, and his face changed so quickly!

"Sorry, I just suddenly figured out something. This village was built by me, you, and even everyone. Since those who were by my side and supported me before are all there, I don't think I have failed so much. .”

Looking at the gloomy village, Talula thought of everyone she met along the way, and these people are still firmly on her side until now, so it has proved that she is actually successful.

"That's not bad. I thought I needed to convince people with reasoning. I remember that creatures like saintesses have special bonuses for convincing people with reasoning when facing dragons."

When Joan of Arc said this, Tallulah felt a great malice surrounding her. Although she didn't understand what it meant, it was definitely not a good thing when she thought about it carefully.

"However, I think I'd like to give you some good news. None of the non-infected people who joined us have left. Your wish has initially proved its feasibility here!"

Joan of Arc said a piece of news that she planned to make Tallulah feel better in the future, and when Tallulah heard the news, she showed surprise as expected.

She didn't expect the non-infected people to choose to stay, after all, they have many more paths to choose from than those infected people!There is no reason for them not to leave.

Unless, they do have trust or belonging to themselves.And this also proves from another aspect that my thinking is not wrong, and the infected and non-infected can indeed coexist peacefully.

But now the reason why they regard each other as enemies is because some people deliberately manipulate the two to be hostile to each other.

In the future, if anyone says that infected and non-infected people cannot coexist, Tallulah will even make the non-infected people around her show up and hit them directly in the face.

"That's right, this is really good news..." Perhaps because of excitement, or because she felt that her hard work had finally yielded good results, Tallulah felt the corners of her eyes moisten.

"What's the matter? You're actually crying with joy? Would you like me to lend you a hug to release the excitement mixed with bitterness?" Looking at Tallulah's wet eyes, Joan subconsciously made a joke.

Afterwards, he felt a person throwing himself in his arms, hugging this thin and fragile girl with all his strength, and his shoulders trembled a little, his face pressed against his chest, releasing the depression and excitement in his heart these days.

Joan of Arc looked at this familiar figure that fell into her arms, and after a moment of stupefaction, she turned into a gentle appearance like a spring breeze, gently stroking Tallulah's head and back.

"Cry too. No one here will see your fragile side. Let's release the depression in your heart from the bottom of your heart."

Under this dark night sky, in a small corner that no one found, after a series of betrayals, hatred and stigmatization, Tallulah finally shed this depression in the arms of her best friend. let go.

And Tallulah like this is obviously only seen by Joan of Arc, because she is the only one in this world who can see Tallulah showing such a weak pattern, put aside the burden on her body and talk to herself .

And Joan will be willing to use her shoulders to carry this small space for her, so that she can release all kinds of negative emotions that are suppressed in her heart.

Because Tallulah knew that Joan of Arc would not worry about herself because of her appearance.No matter what this guy does, it seems that he will have enough space to hold up a space for himself to store those fragility that cannot appear in front of others.

Of course, this vulnerability will only exist for one night.After the emotions are vented, Tallulah will become the Tallulah who has her own ideals and leads everyone to move forward.

Chapter 650 The Drunken Joan of Arc

In the next period of time, as Joan of Arc expected, nearly a thousand people chose to leave the village under the instigation of some caring people, saying that they wanted to form a new village and continue to live.

But Joan of Arc knew that these people would not be so lucky in their future lives. Misfortune in this land would quickly find them after they left here. It would be considered lucky for these people to survive [-]% after a year.

But fewer people also have the advantage of fewer people. At least the village is quieter, and you don’t even need to live in several villages separately, and there is no such thing as some time ago when someone secretly caused trouble.

Tallulah, too, has started to organize everyone's activities by herself since she cried, and she looks exactly the same as before, and the influence on her during this time seems to have been swept away.

How good are you?Joan of Arc watched this guy eat two extra bowls of rice at noon today, and at that moment, Joan of Arc had the illusion that Ann was Fafuna growing up.

Even the others were curious about how this guy became so fast. It was obvious to all that Tallulah was in a bad mood before, as if she had changed into a different person in an instant, and everyone inquired about it many times.

"Are there any villagers who are planning to leave..." Jeanne looked at the front of the warehouse where there were not many people today, and lamented that she had encountered evil in her busy work. These days, she has worked very hard for nearly a thousand supplies. .

The people around also glanced at the sparse crowd, thought for a while, and then slowly said: "It should be... there are no people? These people should have left in groups. After all, it is not easy to live alone. of."

Dealing with these villagers these days is also very hard. Compared with physical fatigue, what is more tiring is actually the inner level. Dealing with these people is indeed not a relaxing thing.

These people will find all kinds of reasons to hope to get more things, and some people even lie on the ground and roll around to make trouble because they feel that they don't have enough things.

And the reason why they feel that there are few is because they see that there are still a lot of supplies, so they almost have the idea that they want all of them, and they don't even care about the lives of other people and the people in front of them.

They've already parted ways anyway, so why care about other people?As long as they can live better, they don't mind whose survival supplies they rob, and these people even have the urge to rob.

If it weren't for Joan of Arc and others to uphold justice here, it is estimated that many people would still plan to rob the guys who left the village like themselves on the outskirts of the village, and take away their living supplies to make their lives better.

Joan of Arc would not forgive the scum of such a group robbery. Flame is the only answer to save these guys. By the way, take back the supplies for these people, even if they run away, they will fend for themselves.

As for the guys who were robbed, it seemed that the appearance of Joan of Arc reminded them of what they had forgotten because of this peaceful life, that is, the appearance of this land eating people.

They regretted it, they actually forgot what they would face after losing the protection of Tallulah and the others, and it was too late for this regret, Tallulah and the others would not accept this group of guys who had left.

And this chaos was naturally remembered in Tallulah's mind. She witnessed such a scene but didn't say anything, just looking at the somewhat chaotic village.

Everyone turned away those guys who wanted to come back because they regretted it, and those people scolded the people in front of them, and scolded Tallulah for being an emotionless bastard, and they actually felt a little funny.

This kind of chaos lasted for nearly half a month. These people even ate almost the dry food they brought from the village, but they still couldn't return to the village.

Even now, when they find that these people don't even plan to give them a glass of water, they can only leave in despair. Now even if they are starving to death, they can't make a move.

What they don't know is that even if they break into the village now, it is impossible to find anything to eat, because the village is basically empty now.

Most of the people have already gone to the mobile city. This mobile city will be behind Tallulah and the others, and Joan of Arc's bipedal dragon will ensure that the city will not be attacked or destroyed.

"In a few days, we will leave here and set off!"

In this basically empty village, Joan of Arc's house is rare, with houses lit up with lights, and the four of Joan of Arc sat in the house looking at the dark village and chatting.

Tallulah seemed quite active today, perhaps because they were leaving soon, or perhaps because their family hadn't sat here for a long time, and they didn't need to worry about other things.

Now the vast majority of people have gone to the mobile city, and even the few who don't plan to leave will go to see that magical city to open their eyes, and there is no need to worry about anything that requires them to come forward.

"Yeah, obviously it hasn't been too long, but sitting here now has a feeling, as if we haven't cared about anything for a long time, and it's time to sit here."

While looking at Favna beside her, Alina looked at Joan of Arc and Tallulah opposite her, feeling very nostalgic for the current atmosphere.

A few days later, they will leave the village and head south. Now the mobile city is also watching a meeting to relax a little. After all, no one knows what they will face next.

But Joan of Arc and Tallulah did not participate. The three hit it off and came to this house built by them, sitting here to spend their last night here.

"However, since it's a celebration, how about we have a little wine?" Alina suddenly suggested this to Joan of Arc, and Joan of Arc didn't expect that it would be Alina's suggestion.

This little deer doesn't look like the type who can drink. Joan of Arc has been with her for so many years and hasn't seen her drinking, so she thought this one couldn't drink.

Tallulah can drink, but sometimes she only drinks a little bit of Quhan, and Joan herself, even she herself doesn't know if she can drink, she has never been exposed to this kind of thing before.

And Tallulah was obviously interested, and immediately went to get a cup to pour wine. Looking at the liquid like water that she seized at the beginning, Joan suddenly panicked, and drank a little by herself...it should be no problem, right? ?

"It's ok, but... Alina, do you know how to drink?" Joan of Arc looked at Alina in a panic, as long as she said that she didn't know how to drink, she would be able to veto the suggestion.

"Of course I will. How could the children in Ursas not drink some wine? The reason why you haven't seen it is because my family didn't have the spare time to buy wine at that time."

Alina looked at Joan with a natural smile, and said this sentence that sounded very normal, but Joan felt something was wrong.

But now even if she wanted to refuse, it seemed too late, because Tallulah had already brought the cup over, and Alina had poured three full glasses of vodka and handed them to Joan of Arc.