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

Tallulah explained with a sneer.Speaking of which, she also wondered, how did Joan manage to wear her own clothes and go out without being bumped into by others?

"And I only wear this dress when I have something to go out. It was given to me by my father. He was robbed by a man with a glowing ring on his head. He was seriously injured trying to keep this dress. I was crying wearing this Unclothed and escaped! With my father's blessing, nothing will happen."

Hearing this, the old man tapped Tallulah's head with the bowl he was just preparing to hold the soup in, and said:

"Bad boy, I'm lying! Last time I said it was a gift from a guy with a snake tail, saying it was blessed by their chief. This time it's even more nonsense, how could there be a guy with a glowing ring on his head! If Why would we light candles with that kind of guy! Find someone to save everything!"

"Oh~ Did I say that last time? I forgot, grandma, you have a good memory..." Tallulah tilted her head and thought for a while.

Grandma looked at her expression that she wanted to remember what she said next time, and couldn't help but tapped her head lightly with the bowl again.

"Ah! I know I'm wrong, grandma, don't knock! Joan of Arc comes to persuade grandma! Why are you just watching there!"

Tallula hurriedly asked for help from Joan who was watching the fun.Obviously the two of them were the ones who preached at the beginning, why did she become the only one who was knocked out in the end?

Joan of Arc sat on the side, with an expression that she didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement.She looked at the head that was hit by the bowl, as if she heard the empty echo inside.

"Okay grandma, calm down. It's impossible for her to have such a good memory like you. She is not smart in the first place, and she will really be stupid if she keeps knocking."

"It's okay if you're so stupid, save you always running around and making me worry about her at night. Don't you feel sad for lying to me, an old guy who is about to go into the coffin every time?"

While talking, the old man filled a bowl of broth for the two of them.

"Wow! What day is it today? There is broth to drink? Could it be that I forgot some important day again?"

Talula was a little surprised. You must know that in the village, let alone broth, it is a question whether vegetable soup is available for every meal.Meat is so precious, it is basically exchanged for the necessities of life in the village.

"Huh, what an important day! This is the prey that Joan of Arc hunted yesterday! The soup made from the leftover meat after decomposing, otherwise how could we eat meat at this time? Hurry up and eat it, you will give it to Ali later Na sent it."

"Hey, really? Jeanne has caught her prey again! It's amazing. Then can we eat barbecue after a while?"

"What kind of barbecue are you eating? Isn't that a prodigal? How can meat be so wasted? I kept some at home, and the old man took out the rest to exchange for things. It is estimated that I can exchange for new clothes and quilt materials for you this year."

The old lady looked at Tallulah, as if she didn't expect her to say such a thing.He tapped her on the head and said:

"You really want to eat it. There is a lot of meat hidden in the cellar. You, Joan of Arc and Alina went to the back mountain to eat it secretly. This year's harvest is not good, and some people will not have any moss seeds next year. If at this time They know that if we still have enough meat to eat, they don't know what will happen."

"Really, why can't Joan of Arc eat the prey she kills openly?"

Talula couldn't help complaining a few words, and she also understood that their family was already a well-off family in this year.

Even if they knew that it was Joan who hit him with her own ability, it would be unreasonable for some people to be jealous.

They would think that it was Joan who robbed the prey that belonged to them, and maybe they would secretly frame their family.Not for other things, just because your family lives better than mine.

But with their two hits, let alone hitting wild animals on the mountain, even rabbits may not be able to catch them.

"Then go kill yourself! Don't you always say that you are very good? Why haven't you seen the prey you hunted a few times?"

"It's not like I haven't been there before."

Hearing grandma's words, she said a little depressed.

It's not that she hasn't tried hunting before, but the beasts in this area have become ghosts and ghosts in the battle of wits and courage with the hunters.In addition, once she got into the depths of the forest at that speed, she couldn't catch up at all.

In the beginning, she worked hard for a month, and she managed to kill a tumor beast and a few rabbits in total.The tumor beast was still burned to death by her flames, and a large part of it could not be eaten.

And Joan of Arc's hunting method, even if she was exhausted, she couldn't do it.Relying on his more terrifying physical fitness than himself, this guy can knock out the prey on the opposite side in a single rush.

You know she is Draco!Her race is also one of the best on land.What race is Joan of Arc?

"You also know that prey is not easy to hunt, but those guys don't care about these things! Otherwise, why would your grandfather go to them to exchange meat for cloth, cotton and other sundries? Isn't it good to wait for the caravan to come here? In order to make them think that our family is not doing well, they should not be jealous and hurt others."

Grandma looked at Tallulah worriedly.Joan of Arc is very relieved, that cleverness and quickness can make her live a good life.

But Tallulah is different, this child is too naive, and this kind of person is most likely to be used by others.

Because they tend to think of other people's good, those who have evil intentions like this kind of stupid guy the most.

If one day she gets married, she is worried that this girl will be bought by others and count the money.

Fortunately, with Joan of Arc watching from the side, it must not let her go to this point.

Chapter 3 Alina is an Angel

"Grandma, what's wrong?"

Talula suddenly found that the old man suddenly stopped talking, just looking at her there.There was also a vague worried expression on his face, and he widened his eyes to carefully check what was wrong with him.

"It's nothing, I'm just worried about whether anyone will want you if you get married in the future."

"I... I'm not old enough to marry yet!"

Tallulah's face flushed instantly when she heard these words.She didn't expect the old lady to say such a sentence out of the blue.

"Anka from the next village got married when she was around 15 years old. You are already old."

"It's too early, isn't it? Besides, even if it's a marriage, shouldn't it be Joan of Arc first? Why do you worry about me so much!"

Tallulah became more and more shy when she heard it, and then looked at Joan of Arc who was drinking soup, her big eyes and her expression had completely expressed the emotion that the old lady just wanted to watch this kind of excitement, please continue, and quickly shifted away topic.

"There is no shortage of people who are interested in her. If she hadn't said that she didn't plan to think about this kind of thing, someone would have come to her long ago."

"Wum, you even lost in this aspect!"

Tallulah lowered her head and drank the soup a little depressed.Although she has no idea about getting married now, she still feels somewhat uncomfortable when she thinks that sooner or later she will face Joan who will get married.

As for herself?She hadn't thought about it.She is an infected person, who wants to marry an infected person as his wife?Her own life is decided when she makes a choice.

"Grandma, I brought all the mended clothes!"

Outside the door, a quiet voice came.A grey-haired Elafia came in.With a gentle smile on his face, that smile seems to be able to purify people's hearts.

"Oh, Alina, you are here. Didn't I tell you that I will pick up the clothes later?"

Seeing Alina coming here, Joan also took the clothes.He served her a bowl of hot soup and put it there.

She is the Alina in grandma's mouth, she looks very quiet and weak.

She is also a member of the village, because her family has passed away, and the two old people often helped their family before.

After Joan of Arc came here, it didn't take long for the two of them to get acquainted.Due to her relatively weak body, she often helps the family with sewing, cleaning and cleaning.

"Anyway, there is nothing to do, so a person will send it over."

"Alina, you're finally here! Grandma and Joan of Arc just made me miserable! You need to speak for me!"

Seeing Alina's arrival, Tallulah regained her spirits instantly, and told her about the suffering she had just suffered.

"You still have the nerve to say that you want to be as stable as Alina! You also like reading, handicrafts, and you are the only one of you who can't sew clothes."

"Old mother, Tallulah has also worked very hard. She never slacks when she works... Hey, is it broth?"

"That's right, I've done a lot!"

Tallulah proudly puffed out her chest, as if she had found a backbone.

"You... just spoil her, I don't know what will happen in the future. Forget it, let's talk, I'll go back to the house to rest. "

Grandma smiled and shook her head, picked up her clothes and went back to the house.If it wasn't for seeing Tallulah come back, she would have gone back to the house to rest.

Sometimes she couldn't help but sigh that she was really old, not as young as these kids.If it was her 20 years ago, she would not feel tired at all.

But now, if you don't have a good rest one day, you won't even think about doing any work the next day.If it weren't for the help of Joan of Arc and the others, she and her old man wouldn't even be able to survive this cold winter.

"This person, it's really not good to be disobedient sometimes..."

In the words, the old man gradually fell asleep and fell into a deep sleep.

And outside, the three of them were chatting there.Tallulah is still learning how to mend clothes with Alina, and she is also worrying about whether she can learn how to mend clothes.

On the other side, Joan of Arc was weaving a red cloth there.Although Tallulah didn't understand why Joan of Arc wanted to weave cloth by herself.

For more than a year, she had never seen Joan wearing such a red dress.She also knits very slowly, perhaps not doing much in a day.

But they have long been used to this way of getting along, and Tallulah also likes that kind of cloth, which gives her a warm feeling.

But she would always vaguely hear a crying and wailing voice, but when she turned her head, there was nothing.Maybe it was her hallucination?It was nothing but the howling wind outside.

"By the way, Alina. How are your family's preparations going? It is said that the blizzard will be worse than ever in a few days, so you should pay attention!"

Jeanne reminded that Alina's house was not like theirs after all.Of course she didn't need to say much, Tallulah was Draco with dragon's blood after all, so she was a good hand at work with that body!

"Ah, it should be enough. I haven't used anything recently, and the remaining things should be enough to survive this winter."

Alina thought for a while and responded.

"That's fine. I'll go see what's missing tomorrow. It's going to be hard if I don't have something in a few days."

Joan of Arc was still a little worried. She had stored some things for her some time ago, and it stands to reason that winter should be enough.But who would have thought that this winter would be particularly frightening, and she was really worried.

Suddenly, she seemed to sense something, and immediately put down what she was doing.Revelation told her that tomorrow a group of people from the search team for infected people will come and conduct another search.

Even Joan of Arc, who has a good personality, couldn't help but feel a little displeased. This was the fifth time she came to search this winter, and this was the rhythm to completely bald their sheep!

"What's wrong? Could it be that those black bugs are coming again?"

Seeing Joan's expression, Tallulah and the others immediately thought of this reason.

This is not the first time that Joan has noticed that the pickets are coming, but Joan always uses her feeling as an excuse.

Although it was absurd, Tallulah still believed this kind of rhetoric.And the accurate prediction every time after that made them completely believe what Joan of Arc said.

After seeing Joan nodding, they quickly followed Joan to hide the valuables at home.And miraculously, the hiding places guided by Joan of Arc will not be discovered every time.

This ability, which is close to prophecy, is exactly the ability of Joan of Arc's revelation.This ability can guide her how to do it.But this kind of thing that is close to intuition is so amazing that most people would never believe it to be true.

However, they still left some supplies in the cellar.If there is really nothing, the picket team will definitely be suspicious.Might as well leave some to numb their eyes.

However, Joan of Arc's revelation has always given her a sense of crisis, is something going to happen?Are those coming guys really pickets...

Chapter 4 The Dedicated Saint of Salvation

That night, everyone fell asleep with some worry.They knew Joan's ability, and every premonition of the arrival of those black bugs would come true.

Inside the house, Tallulah and Joan of Arc slept in a bunk bed.It can be seen that it is stitched together on the basis of a single bed.

Tallulah couldn't sleep, she seemed to hear something again, it was like a groundhog screaming.

She sighed, a voice that vaguely reminded her of Kosche.I don't know what it is, but it's definitely not a good thing.

And Joan of Arc, who lives in her upper bunk, is praying in a low voice to a wooden cross, which is also her compulsory course every morning and evening.

Sometimes she also curiously asked what the name of the god she believed in was, but she said that the name of the god should not be used in vain.

This also made Tallulah a little helpless. In the legend of Ursas, there were countless evil gods sleeping in this snowy field. She was just worried that Joan of Arc believed in the wrong god and would encounter misfortune.

However, she has believed in it for so long, and has not found any problems. It is estimated that it will not be some kind of cruel evil god.