I am a master, I have the final say

Jeanne felt a surge in her belly, she wanted to cry but couldn't cry, she wanted to vomit but couldn't vomit, and her strong nausea made her almost faint.

She wanted to rush to stop those assailants, but her trembling body didn't have the slightest strength to take that step.

war!

Joan realized that this is war!

The war that I thought was so far away, I didn't expect it to be so close. It turns out that the war is so cruel that people will die with a touch. It turns out that killing others at will is innocent.

Where's the father and mother?

Soon, Joan thought of his parents, where are they in such a war?Still alive?

Joan took steps and wanted to run home...

"Jan of Arc, remember, if there is a war in the village, you should run outside. Don't come back to the village. You run better and better, you know?"

At this moment, Joan remembered what his father often told him.

Don't go back to the village, run away!

The thoughts that arose in her mind were irrepressible. She knew that she was powerless. Even if she returned home, she couldn’t do anything. However, how could she run away, how could she ignore it... Is it to run away or go home? The hesitant girl finally froze in place.

Until a presumptuous voice sounded.

It was a cavalry soldier. He saw Joan of Arc, and saw this young and beautiful girl, and immediately rushed over with an obscene smile.

Wow!

Perhaps life's instincts were at work at this moment. Almost at the moment of regaining consciousness, Jeanne turned around and quickly ran towards the forest when she came.

Although she only has two legs and the enemy behind is four legs, the terrain here is not conducive for horses to run, and she is more familiar with the path, and soon after, she was actually gradually thrown off the chase.

The cavalry could not catch up, so he cursed a few times unhappy, turned his horse's head, and continued to kill the village.

Joan didn't know that the chaser had left. She was still running until her body no longer had any strength. Then she fell to the ground with a chuckle, crying silently.

Why... why is this happening?

What wrong did the people in the village make? Why were they brutally killed?

War, is it such a terrible thing?

People can't live if they don't resist, but what should I resist?

I'm just a girl with no power...

"Lord!" In the forest, Joan knelt on the ground, like a confession on weekdays, clasping her fists on her chest, praying to the sky sincerely, "Those British people took the initiative to start war and wantonly kill innocent people, such a thing Is it really allowed? If not, please give me the strength to resist. For this, I am willing to bear any price... Lord, please!"

There was a brief silence, as if Joan's prayer had not been answered.

But, just when Joan was disappointed.

An old and steady voice suddenly sounded, "The Lord is merciful, and the Lord loves the world. Even if you are an enemy, you should have forgiveness. If you have true sincerity and can forgive your enemy, the Lord will Bless you."

"Lord, is that you?" Jeanne's eyes widened, and asked incredulously towards the sky.

"The Lord is everywhere, Lord..."

"Lord Nima is forced! God, you get out of here!" Before that old voice finished speaking, another domineering voice sounded in the sky, "Don't use your philosophy to fool people. If you have grace, you will pay it back. If you have grudges, you will avenge your blood debts. The truth in this world is justified. Just stay cool, this girl belongs to me!"

"Ah...It turns out that when the saint comes, that old man will retreat."

Soon, the old voice disappeared.

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One of the things that Joan of Arc was executed by the church was that she often took a bath, so... whoever said that Joan did not take a bath, I would blow his head!

298 Come on, Joan, bookmark this contract

Joan knelt on the ground in a daze, looking up at the sky with a dazed expression on her face.

She prayed to the sky. Actually, she didn't expect the Lord to respond to her. After all, a person as great as the Lord, even a priest had never seen him, so how could he appear for a little girl like herself.Therefore, when the Lord's voice sounded in the air, she was so excited that she almost fainted, and even thought it was her own illusion.

Although the Lord's will is different from what she expected in her heart, it is the Lord after all!

However, what happened next left Joan completely confused. Two voices?Two masters?

Judging from the dialogue, what the old voice said in front is exactly the doctrine of the Lord that the priest and the church have been preaching. It is no different from what she usually hears, so he should be the Lord.However, the young voice at the back frightened the old man in front of him at once. It seemed to be stronger, and the Lord was omnipotent and would never bow to the power. In this way, the latter should be the Lord.

So, which one is the real master?

"Lord, are you still there?" After a moment of silence, Joan couldn't help but asked at the empty forest.

No matter which one is the Lord, what she is most worried about now is that the Lord gets angry with herself and disappears again.

"I'm here, don't worry, I'll put on a dress first." The young voice was talking, but his tone was a little anxious, as if talking to himself, whispering in a low voice, "Damn Alaya, this funny , I didn’t know how to change the clothes to me when I sent me over. That would affect the appearance of the city and the majesty of the Lord. Now I have to make it myself..."

Jeanne: "..."

What is the Lord saying?

Although I understand it, but it doesn't seem to understand it very well, so strange!

After a while, a translucent figure finally appeared in front of Joan of Arc.

Is this the legendary lord?

Joan stared blankly at the figure in front of her. She was younger and more handsome than she thought. She looked like the little brother next door. The clothes she wore were also different from those painted in the church. She always felt... ah, Not right!

When the young girl had just a hint of doubt in her heart, she immediately shook her head and confessed in her heart. How could she doubt the Lord?The Lord is wise, and the Lord is omnipotent. How can a mere mortal understand the appearance of the Lord when he came to this world?

So Joan quickly said piously: "Lord, please save everyone in the village."

"Let me save people as soon as I come up... Well, first tell me what's going on." Bai Cheng said, looking down at his body. This translucent body is a bit uncomfortable. Like a ghost, even standing on the ground does not feel down to earth.

But then again, is this Joan alive in front of you?It's really a silly village girl.

Baicheng looked at the girl in front of him, but Joan did not dare to look directly at the Lord’s gaze. He lowered his head and said, “Lord, those evil British people wantonly wage war in order to invade French territory, even the innocent. Villagers were also brutally killed, please be kind to the Lord to save everyone from the dire straits!"

"The Hundred Years' War between Britain and France, although when I learned of the singularity, I realized that most of the problems were here..." Baicheng muttered to himself, even moving forward at the time when human history stopped abruptly. The past few years are also vague, making him unable to see exactly what happened at the turning point of the Hundred Years' War. Even the existence of Joan of Arc has become extremely weak.

And now, he was teleported to this place, and the first human he encountered happened to be Joan of Arc. As a saint, even in the original history, he has a pivotal position and is undoubtedly the central figure in the truncated history. .

"Look up." Baicheng's majestic voice sounded in Jean's ear.