Chapter 8 Saint!
Holding half a sword in hand, standing in the increasingly violent rain, Horn watched Jeanne quietly.
He clenched the sword in his hand, which was heavy.
This sword weighs about three kilograms. The hand guard is engraved with a pale carving of the word "屮", and there is an incomprehensible line of El inscriptions on it.
This sword is barely enough to deal with wild wolves and dogs in the forest.
But to deal with Jeanne, who is like a god of thunder descending from the earth, she is probably just a decoration.
Unless she can stretch her neck and let herself chop.
Glancing at the villagers who were still cheering him on, the veins on Horn's forehead were beating.
Sometimes he really can't understand, what are these people thinking?
The knight is not easy to mess with, but the witch is easy to mess with?
How can a knight oppress you, but a witch wants to be surrounded and suppressed by hundreds or thousands of knights? Can't you see the contrast in strength?
Are you satisfied with forcing people from fellow villagers to become fellow villagers, and then having an unparalleled figure show everyone off on the spot?
Originally, Horn wanted to take the opportunity to escape, but when the villagers shouted at him, he was directly exposed to Jeanne's sight.
Not to mention that Horn was nothing in Jeanne's eyes. Even if they were really related, would a violent witch who doesn't recognize her relatives care?
Hauntingly raising the sword, Horn remembered the faces of those who called out the words. The holy grandson is petty, just wait.
Unable to escape and unable to fight, Horn searched for a while and had no choice but to use his special skill again - Zhao An.
After appeasing the villagers and appeasing the knight, now I have to appease the witch.
I am almost becoming a slave of three families.
How to comfort Jeanne? In the name of the Holy Father? Or is Xiaozhi motivated by emotion and driven by reason?
Looking directly into her eyes, Horn took a small tentative step forward.
The bloody light in Jeanna's eyes suddenly weakened.
What's going on? A guess appeared in Horn's mind.
He took another step, and the electric light on Jeanne's body suddenly shrunk by half, as if she was trying to avoid it.
Is it possible...
Taking a deep breath, Horn straightened his body and walked slowly towards Jeanne.
Seeing Horn walking towards her with a sword, Jeanne couldn't muster any strength.
She didn't know how to face Horn, the brother she once regarded as vulgar.
When old Galal died three years ago, when she needed support the most, Horn insisted on "escaping" to High Castle City, abandoning her alone in that empty hut.
Just like when her biological father passed away when she was seven years old.
She thought that the person who reached out to help the second time was Andok, but in fact, it was the second Galar.
Horn did not expose her innocent fantasy about Andok. Among the countless lies, only his lies were kind.
Looking at the young man holding a sword forward in the rain, Jeanna's vision was a little blurry.
For the first time, she discovered that the vulgar and stupid boy was much smarter than she thought.
For the first time, she discovered that that honest and honest young man could actually show such a cruel and cold expression.
So indifferent, so distant, as if she was a stranger.
The long sword hit a rock and made a soft "ding" sound.
The red in Jeanna's eyes fluctuated violently, and the arcs on her body jumped more frequently.
"I'm not a witch!"
Screaming in defense subconsciously, she desperately hoped that she really wasn't.
The half-sword in his hand dropped into the ground, dragging a long ravine in the soft mud.
"I'm not a witch!"
Jeanna opened her arms and the lightning rushed, splitting the bushes, grass and trees on the side to black, and thick black smoke came out, but none of it fell on Horn. .
Horn's footsteps paused for a moment, but he still moved forward firmly.
"I am not a witch."
Sniffling continuously and pursed her lips tightly, the corners of Jeanne's mouth occasionally trembled downwards, but she was forced to lift them up again.
Horn stepped forward silently until there was only half a step left.
His gray eyes looked condescendingly at Jeanne's face.
“I am not a witch.”
Cocking her throat, Jeanne closed her eyes in despair and relief. Maybe this is what she deserves?
The electric light that could not be eliminated no matter what, suddenly dissipated at this moment.
But a moment later, the expected touch of the cold sword blade did not come. Instead, what came into contact with her body was something sticky.
It was the chest covered with rainwater and clinging to the skin under the thin shirt.
She pressed her ears against the thin chest and could hear the beating heart in her chest, which was warm and steaming.
Jean Na subconsciously stretched out her hand and hugged Horn's waist. "I believe you, Jeanne, you are not a witch."
The whispers in her ears were filled with moisture, making Na's nose sore, and the tears that had been swirling in her eyes finally fell.
The golden light on the black hair suddenly dissipated, and Jeanne hugged Horn's waist tightly, her body trembling continuously.
Putting her ear firmly against Horn's chest, this was the warmest and most powerful heartbeat she had ever heard in her life.
At this moment, Horn, who was holding Jeanne in his arms, had his heart pounding so hard that it almost jumped out of his throat.
With a time bomb in your arms, who wouldn’t be afraid of it?
In fact, there was a moment, when Jeanna dispersed all the lightning, that he really wanted to swing the sword.
But at that moment, Horn realized something was wrong.
When the Holy Father was possessed previously, everyone thought that Jeanna had received the oracle, but they didn't believe it, so Horn was possessed by the Holy Father.
In other words, Horn and Jeanne are highly bound.
Horn is sacred, then Jeanne is sacred.
Jeanne is holy, then Horn can be holy.
If he kills Jeanne, it will be like confirming Jeanne's identity as a witch.
When the villagers react, they will find that the witch must be evil, then the knight killed by the witch must be righteous, then isn't Horn, whom the knight wanted to kill, evil?
Everyone has eyes and can see that Jeanne killed the knight to save Horn. Will the devil help the saint?
Obviously not.
In this way, either the knight is evil and Horn and Jeanne are divine, or Horn and Jeanne are evil and the knight is divine.
When the time comes, no matter how stupid the villagers are, they will still hesitate. Is Horn actually the devil? Could his killing of Jeanne be the result of internal strife among the devil?
The only choice was to keep her. Although Horn was full of rejection of similar experiences, but in the current situation, he could only admit it with a pinch of his nose, and even had to maintain a good relationship with her.
But if you decide to keep her, you have to clear her identity, and the paradox of the duality between saint and devil will pop up again.
He closed his eyes helplessly and painfully. When he opened them again, Horn turned his body sideways and faced the confused crowd.
His eyes were firm, he gripped the hilt of the sword, and pointed the tip of the sword at Barnett, whose body was still twitching.
Taking a deep breath, he shouted sternly:
"This is the devil!"
Dark clouds were like curtains, covering all the light, except for those who climbed up and down. Lightning can occasionally illuminate people's confused faces.
After a series of unexpected changes, most of the villagers were already dizzy. They were stunned and completely confused.
"Don't you guys understand? This Knight Barnett is a devil in disguise, otherwise why would he kill me?"
Showing off the qualities of a professional magician, Horn shook his head hypocritically and said regretfully, "Ah My mother told me a long time ago that I just wanted to give him a chance to repent. Did you see that I didn’t move at all when he swung the sword?
So Jeanne’s action was at Myrcella’s signal? Underneath, for the purpose of 'destroy the demons' mentioned by the Holy Father!"
There was a strange silence on the hill. Things developed too much and too fast in a short period of time, and they were still there. Digesting.
A very small number of one or two smart people have discovered the problem. They looked at Horn and Jeanne who were stuck together, and their palms began to sweat.
"That's it." Wiping the sweat from his palms on his clothes, the one-eyed Jeshka slapped his forehead and looked like he suddenly realized it. He turned his head and said to the crowd behind him, "Think about it carefully, when the sword was added to the body just now , the holy grandson is still laughing."
"As expected of the holy grandson, he predicted it easily."
"Damn it, it turns out that Mr. Barnett is a devil. What do I say? The taxes are getting heavier and heavier every year!”
Under the influence of the seven or eight refugees, the other villagers agreed with Horn’s statement and even began to yell and curse at the dead Barnett. .
At this moment, Horn was also relieved. If anyone really doubted it, then he would have to send Jeanne to do something a little bloody.
"But, wasn't she using sorcery just now?" came a childish voice.
Looking at the voice, it was a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old, wearing the robe of an apprentice monk.
Horn remembered that he was Cosset's nephew. He was a monk who came from a monastery and was considered the heir that Cosset had found for him.
"What sorcery? That's the magic given by Myrcella!" With a straight face, Horn looked at the young man, "What's the purpose of saying this? Who instigated you, your motive What is it? Did Myrcella allow you to say it?”
The young monk opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but Kesai grabbed him, covered his mouth, and dragged him into the crowd. among.
"This Barnett is the devil, and the witch is a servant of the devil. How could he kill the witch? The reverse is almost the same. Besides, she had received the holy teachings of Myrcella in her dream before. Can the witch understand the holy teachings? "
Before they could answer, Horn asked himself and said loudly: "No!"
A thunder broke out in the sky, and the stronger wind hit the rain on Horn's chest. On a thin linen shirt that clings to the body.
"You guys, don't listen to the wind. How can there be any witch?"
Hold Jeanna's slender and strong waist, turn her sideways, and display her in front of everyone.
Horn took a deep breath and said loudly and solemnly: "This is a saint, a saint who has been recognized by the Holy Father, the Holy Tree and the Holy Lord for conversion!"
(End of this chapter)
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