When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

“But that's the money we saved for our wedding!”

“Aren't the folks in the village all family? Don't worry, they'll pay it back.”

“Jeanne, tell me honestly, are you refusing to marry me because Uncle Pike and them are advising you to?”

“What do you think of Uncle Pike and them? After Dad died, Grandpa Andock and Uncle Pike have been taking care of me without asking for anything in return. They're getting old, and I want to take care of them more. What's wrong with that?”

“Okay, then let me ask you, how long do you want to take care of them?”

“You're a good man, Brother Hohn. We're already family, why do we have to get married?”

Inside the low farmhouse, under the dim lamplight, a hesitant girl and a youth curled up in pain.

Scenes flashed before Hohn's eyes, and a realization dawned on him: so, you're also a simp?

However, unlike the original owner, Hohn had no woman in his heart when he died.

This heartbreaking scene could at most make him sympathize and offer a "respect, blessing, locked" sentiment.

This girl is pretty, but he doesn't plan to repeat the mistakes of his previous life. He's transmigrated, who still wants to be in a relationship?

In his previous life, Hohn wasted most of his life in the so-called goddess's neither-rejecting-nor-agreeing limbo.

You know, back then, he was a top student from a small town.

As a result, even though he was admitted to a prestigious university from his hometown, she caused him to not get his diploma, and he was still delivering food in his thirties, which led to him being killed by a big truck.

Now that he's living a second life, is he going to let that happen again?

Absolutely not!

This time, Hohn will no longer trust anyone, no longer love anyone, he will only live for himself.

He will step by step by step reach the top, he wants to be above others, he doesn't want to be bullied by anyone again!

Breathing out, eliminating these inexplicable emotions and miscellaneous thoughts, Hohn calmed his mind and continued to sort through his memories along the timeline, gradually piecing together the life trajectory of the original owner of this body.

Hohn Galar, from Thousand River Valley in the Kingdom of Leia, just turned eighteen this year, and is an accounting apprentice.

His mother died in childbirth when he was born, and his father was stabbed to death by fleeing robbers three years ago...

Hmm, a classic parents-dead opening.

As for the world he's in, the civilization is roughly equivalent to the late Middle Ages on Earth.

The king sits on the Blackthorn Throne, knights raise their hooves and lances in castles, the Pope waves a golden emerald scepter, and priests hold up greasy indulgences, selling them to farmers in the fields who can't straighten their backs.

Everything that should be there is there, but things that shouldn't be there are also there.

Ogres, vampires, witches, dwarves, dragons...

The only thing to be thankful for is that there aren't any demons and monsters like the Four Little Traffickers.

In addition to the alien species, there are also extraordinary powers such as knight breathing techniques and priestly blessings, which give Hohn infinite surprises.

But before that, Hohn has to consider another thing, and that is how to reattach his head.

Generally speaking, the process of transmigration and possession is: the original owner dies - the transmigrator possesses - resurrection.

He suspects that the main reason why he has completed the first two steps but has not been able to resurrect is because his head and body are separated.

This leads to him resurrecting and then dying, dying and then resurrecting, in a Schrödinger's head state.

It's a bug.

Hohn's only hope is that after this is over, someone kind-hearted can piece his body back together, and not just throw it separately into the flood.

Silently praying in his heart, Hohn focused his attention on the battle between the girl and the knight.

After all, the original owner pushed this girl away and was beheaded by the knight, he still wants to know the outcome of the matter.

After all, he has nothing else to do.

After locking his sight, Hohn realized that the battle had already reached its end since Jeanne fell last time.

Stepping on the soft mud, with the crisp collision of arm armor and shoulder armor, Knight Barnett walked to Jeanne's front.

Holding a pitchfork in one hand, Jeanne leaned forward, struggling to stand up, exposing most of her back and slender neck to the knight's longsword.

But Barnett did not treat Jeanne the same way he treated Hohn.

He walked up close and kicked Jeanne hard in the chin, knocking her backward and falling into the mud again.

But this time, the knight didn't give her a chance to stand up.

A heavy iron boot pressed on her chest, sinking her back deep into the mud.

“You abuse the believers of Mysra like this, you will be punished by God.”

Struggling, Jeanne frantically hammered the knight's shin guards with her fists.

The shin guards made a clanging sound, but couldn't hurt the knight at all.

“God's punishment? Do you sinners deserve God's favor?” Scornfully bending down, stretching his neck, Knight Barnett put the tip of his sword against Jeanne's chin, forcing her to raise her head to face him, “Impure one, ptooey!”

Although Jeanne tried to avoid it, the foul-smelling, dark green phlegm still landed on her face, slowly flowing down her temples.

“You will be punished!” Holding Barnett's boots with all her might, Jeanne glared angrily, she turned her face and shouted to the villagers, “Mysra really conveyed a divine revelation to me in a dream, she said that only by uniting can we overcome the difficulties, everyone, family, believe me, unite!”

No villager dared to raise their head to respond to Jeanne.

They buried their heads, huddled together, like a group of chickens trembling under a farmer's hand.

They didn't even dare to make big movements, for fear of being considered as wanting to help the little girl who was trampled under the feet of the tall knight.

“How... how... everyone, family, unite—”

“Hahahaha.” Covering his stomach, the knight was bent over with laughter by Jeanne's naivety, “Who is your family? These people? Hey, family, stand up quickly.”

The villagers couldn't wait to stuff their heads into their chests, and some even smiled obsequiously and bowed repeatedly, clearing their relationship with Jeanne.

Jeanne opened her mouth, unable to say a word.

“Mysra is above, Lord Barnett...”

Just then, someone actually stood up from the villagers.

That was the only person wearing a woolen priest's robe but mixed in with the serfs.

The fat priest was called François Joseph Corset, but he had lost a lot of weight after being hungry for these days, and the originally large skin on his face was sagging, hanging on his face.

He bowed, flattering and rubbing his swollen fingers, taking two or three steps forward:

“Mysra is above, God bless you, Lord Barnett, allow the sinner Joseph to say two fair words, old Corset thinks little Jeanne must be starving mad, and besides, you see, his father is an armed farmer, you know...”

“What do I know? Shouldn't her father die for me? That's his duty and honor!” Turning his head, the knight turned his longsword, his eyes narrowed into a slit looking at Corset, “Corset, do you think you're a pig-slaughtering butcher, who bought a traveling priest can accuse me?”

“No no no, Lord Barnett, I dare not have this meaning, I just said...”

“Then what do you mean? She dares to falsely convey Mysra's divine revelation, shouldn't she be hanged? I didn't kill her is already looking at her father's face.” The knight contemptuously raised his chin, squinting at the priest Corset, “What, you don't agree?”

“I, I...” Under the shaking tip of the sword, beads of sweat dripped from the forehead of the priest named Corset, “The Holy Trinity bless you, your judgment is indeed extremely fair, she does deserve to die.”

“I really feel worthless for my father!” Madly twisting her body, Jeanne's roar approached breaking sound, “No one will follow a lord like you, without backbone, only knowing how to lick the ass of the powerful, bullying your own people, wait, one day, you will be pierced by ten thousand swords by your people!”

As if being poked at some sore spot, the knight's originally smiling face froze.

The knight's face instantly darkened, he gritted his teeth and made a sound from his throat: “Good good good, good ah, little whore, good ah, I tell you, I changed my mind, I originally just wanted to taste your taste in the house, but now, I want to strip you naked in front of everyone! Fuck you!”

“You deserve to go to hell, Barnett, you deserve to go to hell!”

“I hope your tongue can still be so flexible later!”

Taking off his iron gauntlets, the exasperated knight grabbed hard towards Jeanne's chest.

It's a pity, he grabbed an empty, and Jeanne bit on the thick sword cocoon.

“Little beast!” In pain, the knight's movements became more violent.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, as if obscuring all the light of the sky.

Everything was covered with a gray filter, lightning flashed, illuminating the black silhouette on the grass.

The knight's armor was angular, he lowered his head, his face was grim.

Under the iron boots, the girl used her hands to hold his soles, desperately struggling.

Mud splashed, crying came from the crowd, the villagers knelt on the ground, holding the cross pendant, and couldn't help praying in their mouths.

In the increasingly weak struggle, that hand was getting closer and closer to Jeanne's body.

Too young too naive ah, Hohn couldn't help but regret, really treating people as family.

But one thing is one thing, even from a stranger's point of view, could he just watch so indifferently?

Could he just witness the tragedy happen and do nothing?

Taking a deep breath, Hohn made the final decision, he resolutely - closed his eyes.

He swore, this time, only to live for himself, regardless of others.

“Hiss—” The moment his eyelids closed, a pain almost forced Hohn to shout out.

He could feel a foreign object under his eyelids, what was that, flying sand?

This rainy day, how could there be flying sand?

Hohn blinked his eyes to try to squeeze the foreign object out, but the moment he opened his eyes, he immediately felt that the vision in front of him seemed to be different from before he closed his eyes.

How does this headless corpse seem to have gotten a little bigger...

No, no, it's not that the corpse has gotten bigger, it's that he's closer to the headless corpse.

Hohn widened his eyes, he couldn't care about the pain in his eyeballs anymore.

This is not flying sand ah, Hohn quickly reacted, this is the eyes touching the stones when the head is sliding.

In other words—

His head is actually moving!