When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

After Honn's sincere speech and explanation, the villagers began to look forward to the upcoming arena competition.

They originally had many concerns, but after His Holy Grandson's explanation, it didn't seem so dangerous or unacceptable.

This special competitive event was neither war, nor opposition to the Church; death meant ascension to the Mount of Bliss, and survival brought wealth and titles.

A complete win.

At the monastery gate, the registration desk managed by Armand was instantly swamped by the surging crowd.

"Don't push, don't push!"

"One at a time,"

Seeing Armand's frail and helpless figure surrounded by countless burly men, Honn nodded with satisfaction.

He fetched Danji, told him to bring a few people to maintain order, and then summoned Bussac, instructing him to collect as much ironware as possible, even if it was rusty.

With everything arranged, Honn returned to the monastery.

He had more important things to do.

To build an army with some combat capability, training, equipment, and morale were indispensable.

The previous methods had only solved the morale problem, and now there were two more important issues: training and equipment.

As for specific training, Jeshka, with his years of experience in warfare, was quite familiar with it, so he could handle it.

But weapons and equipment were a major problem, after all, weapons, unlike training, couldn't be created through practice.

According to Dia, the army sent by the Church mostly consisted of ragged vagrants and serfs.

However, one could still see many armored soldiers and night watchmen among them.

Armored soldiers were armed peasants who could provide their own leather or chain armor, and many even knew breathing techniques.

During the off-season, they participated in Church-organized hunts and simple swordsmanship training, so they were often called half-knights.

Night watchmen were mostly recruited from poorer armed peasants and town residents, who rarely trained and were responsible for security and night patrols.

Generally, night watchmen were responsible for suppressing vagrant riots or villager disturbances.

If they encountered secret societies or bandits, the armored soldiers would take action.

They weren't like Tonley's thugs, who could win simply by being the least bad.

The critique of weapons cannot replace weapons of critique.

Honn knew his own situation; no matter how strong the villagers thought he was, it was just an illusion.

He had already figured out a way to manufacture weapons, and the key lay with Jeanne.

As he thought, he arrived in front of his bedroom.

For some reason, Jeanne had been running to his place a lot lately.

Honn was actually aware of Jeanne's feelings for him, but he had sworn before to be a cold-blooded person and never love anyone again.

But his life and fortune had to be maintained through Jeanne, which made Honn quite conflicted.

Shaking his head to clear away those distracting thoughts, Honn pushed open the door to his bedroom.

"Let go! This is a gift from Brother Honn!"

"You let go, Papa's things are always for me."

"This is a gift from Brother Honn, you have your own!"

"I used this hair tie to tie my hair the day before yesterday, it's mine."

Inside Honn's bedroom, two holy maidens, one tall and one short, were each tugging on a colorful hair tie, glaring at each other.

Pressing his fingers against his throbbing temples, Honn really didn't want to see this scene again.

This wasn't the first time these two had argued or had a conflict.

Since when, these two had been arguing every day, and every time Honn dealt with this kind of thing, he felt like he was a kindergarten principal.

One was sixteen or seventeen, the other was over twenty, and every day it was 'she hit me,' 'she stole my things,' things like that.

At first, Honn just thought that Jeanne was immature and Carrie had amnesia and was psychologically too young, so both were a bit childish.

But when Carrie complained to him that Jeanne had sat out the butt print on her bed, Honn just felt that these two were really children.

"Brother, look at her!"

"Papa, she's bullying me."

Sure enough, seeing Honn enter the room, the two immediately began to complain.

"Alright, alright." Honn quickly stepped forward and grabbed the hair tie that was about to break. "You two let go."

Jeanne and Carrie glared fiercely at each other, but still obediently let go.

"Jeanne, wait for me outside, I'll have something to talk to you about later."

Jeanne visibly turned red with anger, while Carrie grinned triumphantly at Jeanne.

The door slammed shut, and years of old dust were shaken from the door frame.

Sitting next to Carrie, Honn hadn't even spoken when Carrie reached out her hand.

"What?"

"That colorful hair tie just now."

"You don't even like this hair tie, what do you want it for?"

"I like it now."

The most ⊥ new ⊥ small ⊥ said ⊥ in ⊥ six ⊥ 9 ⊥⊥ book ⊥⊥ bar ⊥⊥ first ⊥ hair!

Honn took a deep breath, Carrie had become more and more mischievous since becoming familiar with them.

"Here."

Looking at the candied fruit in her hand, which exuded a sweet fragrance, Carrie was a little dazed.

"Hide it and eat it secretly, don't let your Sister Jeanne see it." Honn took out another hair tie from under the rabbit fur pillow and began to tie Carrie's hair.

Carrie shook her head: "I want to eat it in front of her."

"Tsk." Honn tapped her head with his knuckles. "Then wouldn't Sister Jeanne know that I like you more?"

"So what?"

"Sister Jeanne is my sister, and we grew up together since we were little, wouldn't she be pitiful if I liked you more?"

"Um..." Carrie swayed her body, neither saying yes nor no, just humming.

Honn tied her hair into simple pigtails: "So, you already know I like you more, she's so pitiful, so let her have it, okay?"

"...Okay then."

Closing the door behind him, Honn raised his eyes and saw that there were many more sword cuts and lightning strikes on the original church pillars.

And in the corner of the corridor, Jeanne was squatting in a corner, with her back to Honn.

Hearing Honn's footsteps, Jeanne hurriedly rubbed her eyes and stood up with a straight face.

"Here, this is for you." Honn took out a few pieces of rice cake crisps from his pocket and stuffed them into Jeanne's hands. "Just for you, don't let Carrie see it."

Looking at the rice cake crisps she had taken, Jeanne asked with some surprise, "Where did you get these?"

"Knowing you like to eat this, I specially asked the kitchen to make them." Honn reached out and tucked Jeanne's hair behind her ear. "Don't get it on your hair."

Jeanne was about to smile, but immediately restrained herself: "Do you still remember what I like to eat? Aren't you standing by that big dumb oaf?"

"How could that be? Think about it, we grew up together since we were little, I'm definitely on your side."

"Then why did you still speak up for her?"

"Carrie has amnesia, she has no relatives or anything, she's so pitiful, if I didn't pretend to like her, she would be so sad, don't you think?"

"But..."

Before Jeanne could finish speaking, Honn stuffed a piece of rice cake crisp into her mouth: "I'm definitely much closer to you than her, I've always been on your side."

Although Jeanne still forcibly pursed her lips, her gradually crescent-shaped eyes still betrayed her inner emotions.

"Hmph."

Just as Jeanne hummed, Honn interrupted:

"Alright, come with me to the electric arc iron furnace in the courtyard, I have a big thing I need your help with, Carrie can't help with anything, I'm counting on you."

With the rice cake crisp in her mouth, Jeanne giggled foolishly.

"Okay."

Rice cake crisp, so sweet.

ps There will be another chapter later