Chapter 239 It can’t be that the holy grandson is a witch, right?
“Today is indeed an ups and downs day. I must inform you about Andal first. He is going to return alone early.
Andal has been excluded for too long. We have too much anger in our hearts, and we have been rude over and over again.
Our judgment has been wrong, and Andal is not suitable for the situation here.
If the holy grandson follows this. It is our will to sign the first or second contract only as a spiritual leader, Andal is suitable as an officer who trains soldiers
Because they are attached to us, Andal can take the opportunity to raise our people in the Salvation Army.
But Shengsun signed a third contract. Although we no longer need to support them with materials, we have to consider their internal emotional problems.
Andal was the second son of a knight, and he took his noble status too seriously.
I have to defend him. He has always been polite and only complained secretly, but because of his identity and tone, he was still disgusted by the members of the Salvation Army.
I must say that the witch named Jeanne is not as straightforward as she seems.
I don't know whether she analyzed it herself or learned it from Armand, because before she arrived, I saw her talking to the little monk.
She saw through our attitude and the possibility of Andal seizing the training rights.
She deliberately took us to the recruit camp, pretending to be stupid, and misled Andal.
If Andal could consider the purpose of our arrival, control his emotions, and maintain basic respect, the next thing would not happen at all.
But he was carried away by anger and arrogance. He underestimated the combat effectiveness of the Salvation Army. He actually asked one person to fight against ten other people, and was stunned by the magical crossbow.
Andal made a big fool of himself in public. He doesn't get any respect here. Even if we keep him here, it will be of no use.
The Lightning Witch's goal has been achieved, and Andal cannot separate her army.
Of course, this is just my personal guess. Maybe she is just out of disgust or fun. The witch's behavior is always extreme and unpredictable.
Except you.
Next, we will continue to try to find a group within the Salvation Army that can replace that person. I don’t think this action is possible, but what if?
I wish you well.
Mitne. ”
The night was like water and the lights were like beans.
In the cold wind that penetrated through the cracks in the window, Mitnet rolled the letter and put it into a special small wooden tube.
< br>Next to the stove in the house, a sloth bird as big as a pigeon was dozing against the stove, and the flames were about to ignite its wings
"Wake up, wake up." Miterny used his fingers to wake up this strange bird that specializes in delivering messages. In its dissatisfied eyes, he stuffed the wooden tube into its throat.
Opening the window, the sloth bird fluttered its translucent wings and flew into the low-hanging clouds, disappearing from Mitnion's sight.
This lazy bird can deliver letters, not only because it knows the way and is extremely fast, but also because it uses acid to destroy the letters in its stomach when it dies to prevent the news from leaking.
Sitting in front of the fire, Mitny took out a bottle of wine from his luggage.
He really couldn't understand that the leader of 20,000 people could not find a bottle of wine.
Pour the purple-red wine into the copper cup, Mitnich took a few sips, but then he thought of the clockwork gun he had seen in the morning.
In the afternoon, in order to prove that what he said was true, Horn specially asked Mitnich to try a clockwork gun.
The result is exactly as Horn said, only the so-called holy ones can use it.
Rubbing the copper cup in his hand, Mitnich looked at the bright red reflection in the wine in a daze.
Why can only the Holy Ones use it? Could it be that there is some strange mechanism?
There is no way that this holy grandson is really the grandson of the holy father. That would be ridiculous.
Swaying the wine glass in his hand and shaking the reflection, Mittern seemed to have caught something and murmured to himself:
"The process of a mortal becoming a saint after being infected. , why does it look like a witch's disease... Impossible, impossible, if it's a witch's disease, how can so many saints have no sequelae?
And with so many witch's relatives, could it be that Jeanne is the only one? Is it infected? It can’t be that Saint Sun is a witch, right?”
With a self-deprecating smile, Mitnich poured all the wine into his mouth, thinking about it, Horn is a man.
Speaking of witches, Mittern couldn't help but think of the attitude of ordinary people in the Salvation Army towards witches. At this time, he had to stand in awe of Shengsun's ability to incite and deceive.
Those ordinary people actually treated Jeanne as a saint, even if they saw the "saint" using magic!
Mitnet asked Armand specifically about this question, and the explanation he got was roughly -
Angels can be tempted by devils, so why can't witches convert to the Holy Father? Is it possible that the devil is stronger than the Holy Father?
According to this logic, angels are the assistants of the Holy Father, and witches are the assistants of the devil. After equivalent exchange, the status of the saint should be equal to that of the angel.
In this way, as a witch, Jeanne has really not suffered any discrimination from anyone.
Maybe this will be useful in the future? After all, Mitternich's boss Catherine is a witch.
After two glasses of wine, Mittern gradually became sleepy. After feeling his eyelids fighting, he stopped thinking.
Walking to the window, Mitnich was about to close the curtains and sleep, but his eyes couldn't help but stay in the distant palace where Horn and others lived.
It was a mysterious place with a striking spire, the only place Mittern was not allowed to visit.
Trying to raise his heavy eyelids, Mitterni wondered if he was too sleepy and had hallucinations. He seemed to see the spire in the palace shining with light.
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When the light in the ether spire dissipated, and the vague feeling of chest tightness disappeared, Horn waited for another ten minutes before walking in Inside the Mechanical Palace.
Outside the Ether Spire, Shilov and others were already waiting for him.
"How is Yuechi?"
"It still doesn't work." Jeanna shook her head sadly.
Shilov yawned: "We just tried it, and the result is that these plasma waters are difficult to control. Sometimes they discharge, sometimes they don't, and we can't figure out the pattern."
Horn got a headache after hearing this. He hoped to use the plasma water in the moon pool for welding, so that he could make up for the lack of welding masters like Jeanne.
Everything cannot go as planned.
He didn't feel depressed for a few seconds before he raised his head: "Shilov, you can divine to the smallest detail and see what is in the plasma water."
When he learned that Shilov could divine to the smallest detail, Huo Huo En almost jumped with excitement, thinking that he could finally enter the level of the microscopic world.
But Shilov told him that she could only see the level of a hairy bug at her limit, and she couldn't predict anything at the so-called "elemental" level.
Although it is only to the level of microorganisms, it is still valuable.
Horn thought, maybe what can be seen by comparing the microorganisms in plasma water with the microorganisms in ordinary water?
"Okay." Shilov lowered her soft wolf ears, "I'm so sleepy, can I go to bed?"
"Go to sleep, go to sleep." Rubbing Shilov's Head, Horn said with a smile, "Remember to experiment according to the methods I taught you tomorrow, otherwise it will be inaccurate."
Silof was pushed back to the room by Afu, and Jeanne did the same Yawned: "Then I'm going to sleep too."
"Wait." Horn suddenly stopped Jeanne, "Jeanna, can I ask you what's going on?"
"He is not from the same group as us." Jeanne looked into Horn's eyes and said seriously and directly.
"Is it that simple?"
"Brother, if Catherine's men are all such 'knights', then we should not form an alliance, she should be our enemy."
Will The braid was untied, Jeanne changed her hair into a dangerous hairstyle, and continued: "I have an intuition that they are not as friendly and kind as they appear on the surface. Moreover, do we really need to form an alliance?"
Let Na's serious face flickered under the fluorescent lamp. Horn looked directly into Jeana's eyes: "Sometimes, you know that there are stones in the rice crackers, but you still have to swallow them, because if you eat them, you will have to digest them in the future. It's possible to pull it out, but if you don't eat it, you won't even have a future."
"Can it really be digested? Is there really no future?" The wind blew her hair. The sound seemed to come from far away.
"Yes..." Horn just said something, but it was blown away by the wind blowing in front of him. He had to say, "Tomorrow is the recruit assessment, so go to bed early."
(End of Chapter)