Chapter 19 This is my dream of heaven
The golden light illuminated Horn's face.
The light comes from holding an upright gold wire.
The rabbit wool thread that was originally hanging limply in Jeanne's hand suddenly stood up straight as if she had taken a small blue pill at the moment of the electric shock.
Like offering a treasure, Jeanne stretched out her thumb and index finger and flicked the yarn.
"Ding!"
The sound of metal clashing was clear and sweet.
Horn reached out to touch the rabbit fur, but was afraid of being shocked.
"When I shocked the rabbit earlier, I discovered that their fur would flash golden light when it came into contact with my electricity, and it was as hard as steel."
Jeanna dispersed Lightning, put that wool aside:
"I'm going to make a flag. In this case, after it is powered on, it will be a spear head when wrapped together, a long knife when unfolded, and a tomahawk when folded. This way there will be no problem in using weapons."
Although Jeanne She looked indifferent, but her left foot was rubbing against the ground repeatedly like a puppy wagging its tail.
The other hand kept rubbing the hem of the linen shirt behind his back, almost writing "Come and praise me" on his face.
Although she usually looks righteous and heroic, Jeanne is just a sixteen-year-old girl in the final analysis. In Horn's previous life, she had just entered high school.
Hesitantly reaching out his hand, Horn gently stroked Jeanne's head: "Then have you decided what pattern you want to sew?"
"I haven't thought about it yet." Jeanne's face turned slightly red and she shook her head.
"Then you go ask the villagers and let's all decide to spin together, otherwise you will be too slow by yourself and just think..." At this point, Horn stopped suddenly.
He remembered that since Jeanne was "witched" last time, the relationship with the villagers had almost dropped to a freezing point, and they basically stopped talking.
Even if you have to talk to them, keep it as brief as possible.
Correspondingly, Jeanne became more and more dependent on Horn, and she would follow him wherever he went.
Basically, it goes from one extreme to another. No wonder people say that the "witch" has a paranoid personality.
How to get rid of her in the future will be a big problem.
"Okay." Jeanne didn't have much emotion. She turned around and continued to spin the rabbit yarn with the spindle.
“If you don’t want to go, I can go and tell them.”
“No, I always have to face them. After all, this is my hometown, and I am Saint." The smile on Jeanne's face gradually faded, "But I am completely different from the past. The so-called knight... is just a story after all."
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Two days passed by in a hurry. Although it was still cloudy, it stopped raining.
Jeshka wore a newly knitted straw hat and walked slowly on the path in the forest.
He was carrying a rattan basket containing cut and peeled potato roots.
Compared with other refugees who are sallow and thin, Jeshka is much stronger.
He has thick and square arms, a fat waist and abdomen, and is about four feet six inches (one meter and seventy-five meters) tall. In this era, he was considered the tallest among civilians.
Standing among the villagers and refugees, most of whom are only about 1.6 meters tall, Jeshka seems to stand out from the crowd.
Jeanna, who is 1.7 meters tall at the age of sixteen, is a typical example of genetic mutation.
You can grow taller if you eat less, and you don’t know where the nutrients come from.
Horn is considered tall, but still an inch shorter than Jeanne.
However, Jeshka's size has nothing to do with the fact that he often goes to the lord's real estate to buy for free, but because of family reasons.
He was born into a knight family of the Norn Kingdom and was the fifth son. When he became an adult, he was kicked out by his father and sent talents to the empire.
The Norn Kingdom is a major exporter of mercenary labor force, so Jeshka is naturally path-dependent and becomes a glorious mercenary.
He fought in the north and south and worked for ten years.
Until five years ago, Duke Papani of Kinmen and Lord Guish of Baconburg simultaneously claimed the throne of Lord Codburg.
During the War of Succession, Jeshka fought as a mercenary for Papani, Duke of Golden Gate.
Due to some minor changes during the battle, he killed the three illegitimate sons of the Archbishop of High Castle in one breath.
Since the Archbishop of High Castle only had these three illegitimate children, the bishop was a little angry and ordered that Jeshka's mercenary group be executed or exiled.
Among the three hundred people, only Jeshka escaped by herself, but she still had to be a refugee and lived in panic all day long.
Stepping on the soft humus that had been deposited for thousands of years, Jeshka stepped over a fallen giant tree, holding on to the black branches that stretched out from the side.
A drop of rain fell on Jeshka's ear. He looked up at the sky, but could only see countless dead branches like wizard fingers.
They overlap, twist and stretch, covering almost all of the sky.
Only rain can slide down the crocodile-like bark like tears.
Jeshka continued to move forward in silence. Somehow, he suddenly remembered the "Holy Grandson".
He originally thought that this "holy grandson" would be his life-saving straw.
You must know that in the Holy See City of the Golden Horn, among the College of Cardinals, the one who is currently competing for the most popular position as pope is the "reincarnation of an angel" recognized by the church.
Oh, what a pity, Jeshka shook his head. When the flood recedes, the identity of Saint Sun may not be useful anymore.
It is impossible for the church to identify Horn.
The villagers in the remote village may not know it, but the well-informed Jeshka knows that witches are taboo against the church since the days of Pope Joan.
Other "auspiciousness", as long as you are lucky and operate well, once it becomes an established fact, even if it is "angel reincarnation", the church will hold its nose and admit it. But they will never tolerate witches.
Lightly jumping over a ditch, Jeshka walked steadily, with a faint look in her one eye.
Stepping out of the bush path is a forest stream.
Dozens of baskets made of rattan and bark are soaked in the stream, and a dozen young people are busy around a few clay pots.
They used linen gauze with holes to pick up the steaming potato roots from the pot and put them into the cold water aside.
The blue water in the pot was poured into the creek.
"How's it going?" Jeshka put the rattan basket on the ground, walked to the pottery pot, and poked her head to take a look.
"This is the last batch of potato roots from a day ago. Once this pot is finished and two people are left to guard it, we can go back."
Jeshka nodded. , sat on the bluestone on the side.
Picked up a prepared potato root from the linen cloth on the side and broke off a piece, but Jeshka did not dare to move her mouth.
He once saw someone dying of pain after eating this harmful crop.
For the refugees who are wandering around, it is an unforgettable rule that potato roots cannot be eaten.
Is the method Horn said true?
Now that it is known that Horn's "saint grandson" is fake, Jeshka can't help but have more doubts.
He even wondered if Horn wanted to poison all of them to facilitate his escape.
However, with the "saint" who was resentful of the villagers around, it seemed that the holy grandson didn't need to go to such trouble.
After much deliberation, Jeshka still couldn’t figure out what Horn was thinking. What was this whimsical idea for?
No one has figured out how to eat potato roots for thousands of years. You, a fake saint, know it?
Even if the potato roots were really edible, who would be willing to test the poison for him?
"Boss Jeshka..."
A young man carrying a basket full of potato roots walked up to Jeshka. As soon as he opened his mouth, he was knocked on the head by his companion.
"How many times have I told you that you have to weigh ten households when you work."
Jeshka waved her hand: "If we don't do this next time, let's go."
But suddenly , the young man's expression changed, and he pointed to the potato root that Jeshka broke open: "Chief of the Tenth Household, you didn't eat this, did you?"
"How is that possible? I just broke it open. Let's see if there are any residual toxins inside." Jeshka didn't pay much attention and just answered casually.
He carried the vine basket full of potato roots and walked to the front, leading the young men back. But suddenly, he noticed something was wrong.
He turned to look at the original group of fellow refugees. Although they were still talking and laughing, Jeshka clearly felt that there was a violation.
Their first reaction after discovering that they might have eaten potato roots was that they were not worried that he was poisoned, but that he had eaten food that should have been included in the holy treasury?
Forcing to suppress the confusion and fear in her heart, Jeshka didn’t say anything more and walked forward slowly with her friends from ten households behind her.
The road in the forest was cold and long, Jeshka lowered her head and was still thinking about the way out.
Maybe it felt too deserted, so suddenly, someone got up and started singing.
“Eighty acres of good land, and a gentle and good in-laws. The children can grow up smoothly, and they can build a house when they are adults. I can grow my own food. The more I work, the more I will harvest... ”
This is a ditty taught by Horne a few days ago. Due to its simple melody and catchy lyrics, it quickly became popular among the villagers of Moulin Rouge Village.
Horn gathered all the children together and formed a choir headed by his orphan guards, who sang this song every day.
Whether they are refugees, public peasants, or even armed peasants, there is no one who cannot sing.
Although she still felt that her future was uncertain, Jeshka couldn't help but hum along with her as she listened to this little song.
“Oh oh oh——”
Out of the forest, before approaching the camp, Jeshka heard cheers after cheers.
It wasn’t until I got closer that I realized it was a public farmer.
His face was ruddy, and there were potato root crumbs on the beard at the corner of his mouth.
He held the potato root high in his hand, his face full of pride.
On the potato root, you can clearly see the bite marks and several lines of clear tooth marks.
Can potato roots really be eaten?
The pupils tightened, and Jeshka once again felt unreal.
Over the years, many people have tried to find ways to eat potato roots without success.
Even the church says that these are crops from Hell, which can never be eaten and are used by the devil to usurp the fertility of the land.
How many times had his fellow refugees starved to death in front of potato roots, but now, Jeshka suddenly felt that his experience and dissuasion were so ridiculous.
Is he really a saint?
The laughter of celebration also came from behind Jeshka, and the sweet fragrance of potato root rice had already drifted into their noses.
Looking at the smiling Horn standing on the snake head stone, Jeshka seemed to really see the golden light above his head in a trance.
ps: Guess which two movies "Byrne" and "Vampire Rabbit" are paying homage to?
Tip: Made by the same team.
(End of this chapter)