Originally, a pool of lake water was just an undercurrent surging, but a stone was silently thrown down, which immediately stirred up a wave.

Back to silence.

Time that stood still flowed again, and Joan of Arc gasped as she looked at the person in front of her with complicated eyes.

Jill has become like this, he is not Jill's opponent, the person in front of him is the god......

With all kinds of changes, she didn't know what to say for a while.

In the end, he asked in a low voice:

"Why let them go?"

"It's easy to get rid of them." Shen Mo turned his head to look at her, "But I need to use them to give some people some motivation, besides, they don't have the standard of breaking the rules in their behavior." ”

"Didn't you ......?"

Joan of Arc looked around, and although she didn't say anything, there was obviously some loss in her dim eyes.

She had previously placed some kind of expectation on this god from another world.

But now, it doesn't seem to be the same as expected.

"Disappointed?" Shen Mo remained calm, and turned his head, "Although I have personal preferences, however, fate and wishes will not be superior to people because of my preferences, Jill is certainly a person I don't like, but his desire to be with you is far beyond your wish for world peace, at least he is willing to make all efforts for this." ”

Joan of Arc seemed to get it.

It should be said that Shen Mo has made it very clear.

"There is no good or evil in your wish, just whether you are willing to put in the effort?" Joan of Arc looked at Shen Mo with a complicated expression, "You are truly a god. ”

"There are still some differences." Shen shrugged his shoulders, "I still give the shackles that might be unruly, and it's just based on my own preferences. ”

The conflict between personal preferences and company rules and regulations is one of the problems that every entrepreneur has to face.

You can't just give an employee a promotion and a raise just because you like him.

In the same way, you can't unceremoniously beat someone to death just because you don't like him.

But if everything is rigid and depressed,

The whitelist and blacklist are an attempt to deal with such situations in silence.

For those who recognize and love, he will give a certain amount of help within the rules, and for those who are disgusted, as long as they don't violate the rules, they won't take action personally, add a blacklist, and be able to survive the malice of those members who want to become merchants, that's also the ability.

Joan of Arc, who has not yet become a member, naturally does not understand so much.

She was a little emotionally depressed.

The spell is useless, and I don't know what to do next.

"Try to find your own desires." Shen Mo turned around, "If I can't find it, no matter how much I like you, it won't help." ”

"Now, I really want to carry out my duties as a ruler, isn't that enough?" Joan of Arc hurriedly took two steps and followed Shen Mo.

"Not enough, far from enough, this duty is more of a restraining force imposed on you." Shen Mo shook his head, "You have to dig into your heart. ”

Joan of Arc gritted her teeth, as if she wanted to say something, but the silent back grew farther and farther away.

It looked like he was just walking slowly, but he couldn't catch up at all.

Eventually, it disappeared into the night.

Joan of Arc paused wordlessly.

Pinching her flagpole, her heart is still rippling.

What kind of being is this? With the power of the gods, the kindness to help others' wishes, and the ability to peacefully converse with mortals like her, unabashedly fond of her, but at the same time blind to the misfortunes that have occurred.

Wish, wish!

Joan of Arc sensed the confusion, and instinctively folded her hands and knelt on one knee to pray to the Almighty Lord, but received no response, and it was clear that even the Lord could only remain silent in the face of the will and interference of another god.

"You're here."

Joan of Arc's prayers were interrupted by a voice nearby, and she looked up to see the Divine Cracked Fire Weave she had just met.

"Did you just see Him?" God Cracked Fire Weaving then said, and then looked around expectantly, but found nothing, his expression darkened, "I see, have you already left?" ”

Joan of Arc had a flash of inspiration in her mind.

This person...... Is it the Lord's revelation to himself?

She stood up, patted her clothes, took a deep breath, and then grabbed the hands of the god Cracked Fire Weaving at once, and looked at her with unusually sincerity.

"I want to know more about that otherworldly god, and I have a wish, please!"

At this moment, the dark clouds on the horizon seemed to have finally dispersed a little, and from behind the fading clouds, a faint moonlight sprinkled down and shone on the two of them.

Divine Cracked Fire Weaving sensed the dazed spirit in front of him from his gaze.

After a moment's hesitation, he nodded.

"If I can answer your questions, I'll tell you, but I also need you to tell me the corresponding information, or even give me some help."

"Okay." Joan of Arc agreed.

So, the two came to the roof of a high-rise building and talked to each other.

"So you're Joan of Arc?"

When the god cracked fire weaving learned the news, he was taken aback.

Joan of Arc is also very famous in the forbidden world.

There was even a magical association whose core purpose was to resurrect Joan of Arc, which was once very powerful.

"Holy Maiden? It's a terrible thing for me. Joan of Arc's smile was filled with a certain helplessness, "I obviously chose the path of killing, although I saved my country, but I also killed countless people for it, they are neither demons nor evil people. ”

Joan of Arc never spoke of this to anyone.

But since there is a person from another world in front of him.

That shouldn't matter.

"Even so, you still bear the name of the Holy Maiden, and you do not tell anyone about your hesitation and sin, and accept the tragic end calmly." Divine Flame Weave paused, and then said, "What's more, the word saint is not as heavy as you think. ”

"Huh?" Joan of Arc turned to look at her.

"I am also honored as a saint in my world." God Rift pointed at herself, "But I didn't do anything, I wasn't great, I didn't save so many people like you, and the reason I'm called a saint is simply because I have great power, too powerful. ”

"Great power?" Joan of Arc was stunned.

She hadn't heard of anyone who was called a saint because he was powerful.

"Of course, your situation is not the same as mine, but there are similarities." "That is, our holy names are judged by the rest of the people, whether it is because of strength or deeds, those people don't really care what we are like. ”

“......”

"I'm going to tell you more." God Cracked Fire Weaving looked at Joan of Arc, who seemed to understand a little, and continued, "The so-called saint is nothing in his world, and if you want to receive the gift, you have to step into a new, vast world, and you have to get rid of the past, find the essence, and then look forward. ”