When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Golden light illuminated Horn's face.

The light came from holding up a raised golden thread.

The rabbit fur thread, which had been limply hanging down in Jeanne's hand, seemed to have taken a blue pill the moment it was electrified, instantly standing upright.

Like offering a treasure, Jeanne stretched out her thumb and forefinger and gently flicked the thread.

"Ding!"

The sound of metal striking was crisp and melodious.

Horn reached out to touch the rabbit fur, but was afraid of being electrocuted.

"When I shocked that rabbit before, I discovered that its fur would flash with golden light and become as hard as steel when it came into contact with my electricity."

Jeanne dissipated the electric light and placed the thread aside:

"I'm going to make a flag. That way, when it's electrified, wrapped together it's a spearhead, unfolded it's a broadsword, and folded it's a battle axe, so there won't be any problems with using weapons."

Although Jeanne's face was full of indifference, her left foot was wagging back and forth on the ground like a puppy wagging its tail.

Her other hand was constantly rubbing the corner of her linen shirt behind her back, as if she was about to write "Come and praise me" on her face.

Although she usually looks righteous and heroic, Jeanne is just a sixteen-year-old girl after all, who would have just been starting high school in Horn's previous life.

Hesitantly reaching out, Horn gently stroked Jeanne's head: "Then have you thought about what pattern you want to sew?"

"Not yet," Jeanne said, her cheeks slightly red, shaking her head.

"Then you can ask the villagers and have everyone decide and spin it together, otherwise it will be too slow for you to do it alone, just as..." Saying this, Horn suddenly stopped.

He remembered that since Jeanne was labeled a "witch" last time, her relationship with those villagers had dropped to freezing point, and they hardly spoke.

Even if she had to talk to them, it was as brief as possible.

Correspondingly, Jeanne's attitude towards Horn became more and more dependent, and she followed him wherever he went.

Basically, she went from one extreme to another, no wonder they all say that "witches(魔女: witch)" are stubborn.

How to get rid of her in the future is a big problem.

"Okay." Jeanne didn't have much emotional fluctuation, she turned around and continued to spin the rabbit fur thread with the spindle.

"If you don't want to go, I can go and talk to them."

"No need, I always have to face them, this is my hometown after all, I am after all a saintess." The smile on Jeanne's face gradually disappeared, "But the current me is completely different from the past, the so-called knights... are just stories after all."

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Two days passed quickly, although it was still cloudy, but the rain had stopped.

Jeshka, wearing a newly woven straw hat, walked slowly on the path in the woods.

He carried a rattan basket on his back, containing peeled potato root that had been cut up.

Compared to the other sallow and emaciated refugees, Jeshka was much stronger.

His arms were thick and square, his waist and abdomen were stout, and he was about four feet six inches (one meter seventy-five) tall. In this era, he was considered one of the tallest among the common people.

Standing among the villagers and refugees who were mostly only about one meter sixty tall, Jeshka seemed to be a crane standing among chickens, stand head and shoulders above others.

Jeanne's height of one meter seventy at sixteen years old was a typical example of genetic mutation.

Eating little and growing tall, it's unknown where the nutrition came from.

Horn was considered tall, but he was still an inch shorter than Jeanne.

However, Jeshka's height had nothing to do with his frequent zero-cost purchases from the lord's property, but was due to family reasons.

He was born into a knightly family in the None Kingdom, the fifth son, and was driven out by his father after adulthood to send talents to the empire.

As a major exporter of mercenary labor, the None Kingdom, Jeshka naturally followed the path dependency and became a glorious mercenary.

He fought in the south and north, working for a full ten years.

Until five years ago, Duke Papani of Golden Gate and Grand Duke Jishi of Bacon Castle simultaneously claimed the title of Grand Duke of Cod Castle.

In the war of succession, Jeshka fought as a mercenary for Duke Papani of Golden Gate.

During the battle, due to some small accidents, he killed three illegitimate sons of the High Fort Archbishop in one go.

Because the High Fort Archbishop only had these three illegitimate sons, the Bishop was a little angry and ordered the execution or exile of the mercenary group Jeshka was in.

Of these three hundred people, only Jeshka himself escaped, but he still had to be a refugee, living in constant fear.

Stepping on the soft humus that had accumulated for thousands of years, Jeshka held onto a black branch protruding from the side and stepped over a fallen giant tree.

A drop of rain fell on Jeshka's ear, and he looked up at the sky, but could only see countless withered branches like wizard fingers.

They overlapped each other, twisted and stretched, almost covered all of the sky.

Only rain, like tears, could slide down the crocodile-like bark.

Jeshka continued to move forward silently, and for some reason, he suddenly thought of that " holy grandson老爷".

He originally thought this " holy grandson" would be his lifesaver.

You should know that in the Holy See City of Golden Horn Bay, among the Cardinals, the one currently competing for the position of Pope with the most momentum is the one recognized by the church as an "angel reincarnation".

Alas, what a pity, Jeshka shook his head, when the flood recedes, the identity of holy grandson probably won't be useful.

The church cannot recognize Horn's identity.

The villagers in the remote small village may not be clear, but Jeshka, who is knowledgeable, knows that since female Pope Joan, witch are a taboo to the church.

Other " auspicious omens", as long as they are lucky and well-operated, and become a fait accompli, even if it is an "angel reincarnation", the church will reluctantly recognize it.

But for witch, they will never tolerate it.

Lightly jumping over a ditch, Jeshka's pace was steady, and his gaze in his single eye was deep.

Walking out of the path in the bushes, there was a forest stream.

Dozens of baskets woven from rattan and bark were soaking in the stream, and a dozen strong young men were busy around several earthen pots.

They used holey linen gauze to scoop up the potato root that were emitting rolling hot air from the pot and put into them into the cold water on the side.

And the blue water in the pot was poured into the stream.

"How is it going?" Jeshka put the rattan basket on the ground, walked to the earthenware jar, and peered in.

"This is the last batch of potato root from a day ago. After this pot is cooked, we'll leave two people to guard it, and then we can go back."

Jeshka nodded and sat down on the bluestone on the side.

Picking up a processed potato root from the hemp cloth and breaking off a piece, Jeshka didn't dare to put it in his mouth.

He had personally seen people eat this harmful crop and die in pain.

For the wandering refugees, not eating potato root is a deeply ingrained rule.

Is Horn's method real?

Since he already knew that Horn's " holy grandson" was fake, Jeshka couldn't help but doubt it.

He even suspected that Horn was going to poison them all to death to make it easier for himself to escape.

However, with that " saintess" who harbored resentment towards the villagers, this holy grandson didn't seem to need to go to such trouble.

Thinking about it, Jeshka still couldn't figure out Horn's thoughts. What exactly was he trying to do with this far-fetched idea?

For thousands of years, no one has found a way to eat potato root, how would a fake saint know?

Even if this potato root is edible, who would be willing to test the poison for him?

" Jeshka boss..."

A youth carrying a basket full of potato root walked to Jeshka's side, but before he could finish speaking, he was knocked on the head by a companion.

"How many times have I told you, call him ten households leader when working."

Jeshka waved his hand: "Don't do it again, let's go."

But suddenly, the youth's expression changed, and he pointed to the potato root that Jeshka had broken open: " ten households leader, didn't you eat this?"

"How is that possible? I just broke it open to see if there were any residual toxins inside," Jeshka replied casually, not paying much attention.

He carried the rattan basket full of potato root on his back, walked to the front, and led the young men back, but suddenly, he noticed something was wrong.

Looking back at these former refugee companions, even though they were still talking and laughing, Jeshka clearly felt a sense of disharmony.

Their first reaction after discovering that he might have eaten potato root was not to worry about him being poisoned, but to be afraid that he had eaten the food that was originally supposed to go into the holy vault?

Forcibly suppressing the confusion and fear in his heart, Jeshka didn't say much, and slowly moved forward with his ten households partners behind him.

The road in the forest was desolate and long, Jeshka lowered his head and continued to think about a way out.

Maybe it was because it felt too lonely, suddenly, someone took the lead and started singing.

"Eighty acres of good fields, and a gentle mother-in-law, the children can grow up smoothly to adulthood, and when they are grown up they can build their own houses, grow their own food, the more I work the more I harvest..."

This was a little tune that Horn had taught a few days ago. Because the melody was simple and the lyrics were easy to remember, it quickly gained the love of the villagers of Red Mill Village.

Horn gathered all the children together, led by his orphan bodyguards, formed a choir, and sang this song every day.

Whether they were refugees or registered farmers, or even armed farmers, there was no one who couldn't sing it.

Although he still felt uncertain about the future, Jeshka listened to this little tune and couldn't help but hum along.

"Ooo ooo——"

Walking out of the forest, before even getting close to the camp, Jeshka heard bursts of cheers.

Until he got closer, he realized it was a registered farmer.

His face was ruddy, and there were potato root crumbs on the whiskers at the corner of his mouth.

Holding up the potato root in his hand, he was full of pride.

On that potato root, you could clearly see bite marks and a few clear rows of teeth marks.

potato root can actually be eaten?

His pupils contracted, and Jeshka once again felt a sense of unreality.

Over the years, many people have tried to find a way to eat potato root without success.

Even the church said it was a crop from the fiery hell, impossible to eat forever, and that demons used it to occupy the fertility of the land.

How many times had his refugee companions starved to death in front of potato root, but now, Jeshka suddenly felt that his experience and dissuasion were so laughable.

Could it be that he really is a saint?

Behind Jeshka also came the sound of joyous laughter, and the sweet smell of potato root rice had already wafted into their noses.

Looking at Horn, who was standing on the snake head stone with a smile on his face, Jeshka in a trance, seemed to see golden light above his head.

ps: Guess which two films are Holy Father Bain and vampire rabbit paying tribute to respectively?

Hint: Made by the same team.