Chapter 442 The relationship between the two saints is a bit bad
Four chestnut horses pulled a four-wheel enclosed carriage in black with white edges and spots with the word "白屮" on the road in the field. There were holy gun cavalry wearing short cloaks and gendarmes wearing leather spiked helmets at the front, back and left.
This is the result of Horn outsourcing the Boy Army uniforms to the local Lady Isolde of Fort Joan of Arc.
Mrs. Isolde followed the tradition of the ancient Aiel kingdom and used the decorations on the peaks of their helmets to distinguish different subordinates.
For example, the peak of the gendarme's spiked helmet is in the shape of a vertical shield, the tip of the night watch's spiked helmet is in the shape of a hook, and the Cheka's spiked helmet has a vertical eye, but they are not often worn.
Sitting in this luxurious carriage are naturally the current big shots in Rapid City, two cardinal-level saints and the Pope himself.
But the current appearance of the two saints is not very elegant.
Jeanna had a sullen face and said nothing. There were several small purple red and swollen scars on her white arms, and there were several tears in the close-fitting white shirt on her body.
Catherine and Jeanne sat diagonally opposite each other, their heads turned toward the window. Their long, smooth hair was singed by electricity and smelled like rotten eggs.
Horn was originally sitting next to Jeanne, but she looked like she was keeping away from strangers and did not dare to come forward. Instead, Catherine waved to him.
"Your Majesty, please come and cut my hair. It's all stuck together."
Katherine deliberately cut the hair on her back with her backhand, completely exposing the curve of her chest.
Horn hesitated for a moment, then sat over, holding a pair of scissors, and cut off Catherine's scorched hair.
"It's so sweet." Crossing her legs, Jean Naxiao couldn't see her eyes, "I'm disturbing you, shall I go?"
"No, no." Huo En quickly put down the scissors, sat back next to Jeanne, and said with a smile, "How sweet, I can do a small favor with a little effort."
"Yeah, you go help her, she hurt so many hairs."
Where did you learn these words? Why haven't you seen them before? Why can’t you write such long and difficult sentences with complex grammar when you usually do homework?
Because the weather was too hot, beads of sweat broke out on Horn's nose and cheeks. He wiped the sweat from his nose and philtrum with the palm of his hand: "It's a bit hot here. I'll sit here." Let's go."
Sitting back next to Jeanna, Horn took out the herbal medicine, forcibly grabbed Jeanna's hand, and applied the green ointment to the red and swollen wound.
“How is it, does it still hurt?”
"It doesn't hurt. Seeing you so sweet makes me feel like I've eaten honey. I can't feel the pain anymore."
"I hurt, I hurt, that's all." Horn admitted to himself Slowly and haplessly applying the cooling ointment.
"Mulierstultaetbarbara [Ancient El language: stupid and savage woman]." Looking out the window at the woods and wheat fields speeding past, Catherine hummed in a voice that was not loud enough for Jeanne to hear clearly.
The corners of her lips, which were slightly raised, were instantly bent together with her eyebrows. Jeanne stood up and hit her head on the roof of the carriage.
Bite the bullet, Horn quickly grabbed Jeanne's sleeve and pulled her to sit down: "Do you know what she is talking about? She didn't say it to you."
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"A young lady from a rich family..." Due to her lack of education, Jeanne gritted her teeth and sat back down.
These merchants are the people she hates next to the nobles.
Look at the coquettish posture and shameless colorful clothes. They are no different from commoners like them, but they have to imitate those nobles.
Isn’t this just the bastards of those nobles? Jeanne said that these merchants should not exist. Wouldn't it be better to let the craftsmen and laborers sell their own goods? Why let them get involved?
"What was she just saying? Do you know?" Jeanna pursed her mouth tightly and stared at Horn with a half-smile.
"I don't know, how do I know." In fact, Ancient Ayre is one of the required courses for priests. Although Horn is not as proficient as Catherine, he can still understand such simple sentences.
But he couldn't tell it directly. The two of them were still on the carriage. When the two of them were at the testing ground, they almost got into a fight in the name of "error." If this provokes any more conflicts, the carriage will have to be blown up.
Horn really couldn't understand that when the two people first met and introduced each other, they were in good spirits.
Although we didn’t feel like old friends at first sight, how could our relationship have deteriorated so much in just three to five days?
This may have something to do with the fact that he took the initiative to get closer to Catherine. The witch is a high-end combat power, and the two of them can't talk to each other inexplicably. Uniting the decision-makers is what they should do.
"Stulta [Ancient El language: fool]."
"You keep chirping." Jeanne said coldly.
After giving Jeanne the medicine, Horn sat back next to Catherine, picked up the small scissors and helped her cut her hair, and whispered: "Just say a few words, we'll have to wait for you later. Where is the envoy from the French?"
The corners of Catherine's mouth curled up like rippling water, she turned around gently and picked up the scissors from Horn's hand: "Then you'd better rest more, otherwise the carriage will arrive. It won’t be good if it’s so noisy and disrupts the subsequent talks.”
Jeanne stared at Catherine's face for a long time. Although she felt that Catherine was scolding her, she could not find any evidence.
Took out a feather folding fan from her waist and opened it, covering her chuckling mouth. Catherine looked at Horn through her glasses with watery eyes: "You are such a smart and knowledgeable person. "It must be hard to stay with stupid people, right?"
Leaning back, Jeanne looked at Horn with a smile.
"Serving the faithful people." Taking out his handkerchief, Horn wiped the fine beads of sweat on his forehead, "I'm hungry. I'll get out of the car and get some water to quench my thirst. Don't move around here. "
"Oh wait, I have water here, no need to get off the carriage." Catherine took out a water bag from somewhere and handed it to Horn.
The exquisite outer layer of the leather water bladder is covered with silk embroidery, and there is a silver wire ring on the spout. You can tell at a glance that it is expensive.
Horn coughed, took the water bag, filled it with a sip before giving it back to Catherine: "Thank you."
Looking straight at Jeanne, Catherine Picking up the water bag, without wiping it off, he took a sip while staring at Jeanne's face.
“Sister Jeanne, look at what I’m doing, do you want to drink?”
“Old woman! I won’t drink.”
Horn could clearly see the corners of Jeanna's curved mouth trembling, and judging from the hairs on his arms, there was already invisible lightning in the air.
Catherine on the side did not hesitate to give in. The moment the word "old woman" rang out, several vampire vine shoots sprouted from the gaps between her fingers.
Just when the atmosphere in the carriage was extremely tense, the carriage finally stopped.
In the deathly silence, Horn reluctantly smiled and sat on the spot.
“Dang Dang Dang——”
Armand's knock on the door sounded outside the carriage: "Your Majesty, we have arrived in Rapid City, and the French envoy has just stayed."
"Great." Horn opened the carriage door suddenly, He didn't even use a small stool, he just jumped down and asked, "Where are they?"
Horn's hurried look made Armand puzzled. Wasn't he just the envoys of several French people? Well, why are you in such a hurry?
"We are currently arranged to stay in a country villa outside the city. You can summon them at any time if you want to see them."
"It's better to choose a different day, today." Huo En quickly finalized the time, "Invite them to a private banquet tonight. If you have any questions, we can discuss it at the dinner table."
(End of this chapter)