Saint Marda's eyes widened, her hands crossed her waist, and a fierce aura poured out of these two simple movements.

It's not that there is any prejudice against the countryside, but in fact, people in the countryside will do everything they can to have fun because they are too familiar and because they don't have much fun. When people are so close, it's easy to think of each other as objects of play. To put it simply, it's just joking with others and having fun.

For men, sometimes, because they are too familiar, they often speak freely, and their words become a little unacceptable.

As the eldest daughter, it can even be said that she was the head of the family at that time, and naturally had the obligation to protect her younger sister from being taught bad by other people's bad jokes so early.

Naturally, Marda's personality has become more and more fierce in the communication with these people.

Joan of Arc looked at Marda in front of her dumbfounded, these details were not written in the "Gospel of Matthew" - of course, she hadn't read the Gospel - seeing such Marda, she had mixed feelings in her heart, feeling that the image of the idol had collapsed, feeling that she was the same as herself, a little kind, of course, the most, it was still emotional.

Seeing that she can tear off the saint's costume so decisively and reveal her true colors.

Don't forget that whether it's Joorgios, St. George, Marda, St. Martha, or Jeannadal, Joan of Arc, these saints are not called by themselves. These titles were imposed on them by outsiders, and no one asked them if they wanted to be a saint, and no one asked them if they really wanted to be a saint.

People talk to themselves about their hopes, their desires, all their hopes, and then continue to endure the suffering with peace of mind, hoping that one day the saint will save them. They will convince themselves: after all, they are just an ordinary person, and this kind of thing should be left to the saints to do.

When encountering suffering, he will reproach the saint for not coming.

When the saint comes, he will lament why he didn't come earlier.

Throw all the risks to the ordinary person who has been deified with peace of mind, and endure the suffering with peace of mind. Even if things don't get better, at least the mood will be much lighter.

In this way, they were originally ordinary people, but they became "saints", inherited people's thoughts, and had to make the appearance of saints in order to live up to the hopes on their shoulders.

If it's just herself, then forget it, but Marda can't see it, and Joan of Arc shows such an appearance.

Especially, seeing her hiding in the hay house, the whole person fell on the haystack, and the happy glimpse on her face was unintentionally revealed.

"What about the Holy Maiden! Anyway, I was originally a peasant girl! I don't understand that kind of thing! If you say that I don't look like a saint, then you can't become a saint yourself. Wouldn't it be up to you to defeat Tarasko yourself! Really! Right! ”

"Ah...... Ah, well. ”

The ghost made the gods, Joan of Arc nodded slightly, although there was still a slight ignorant expression on his face.

"You too, what Joan of Arc calls him! Whatever you want, you can do it! I ask you, you say your heart, do you want to save France? ”

"Yes."

There was no hesitation.

It's not out of the thoughts of a saint, it's not an obligation, it's just from the heart, I want to help others, I don't want to see people in distress. "Those who are able should help the incapable and bear the weight of life for them" is such a simple and simple idea.

"So, what about the black woman with the same face as you?"

"Uh............ Well, it's me, right? Probably. ”

Joan of Arc replied with an embarrassed face.

That's where she struggles the most.

No matter what, she didn't want to believe that she actually longed for such revenge in her heart? She combed through her heart, and it was true that when she was burned at the stake, she felt a sense of sadness, but ......

"I don't think I've ever hated anyone. Whether it was the archbishop, or the people at that time, everyone in England was only on a different position from me. I can understand them too. ”

Joan of Arc thought about it for a moment, and sure enough, the answer was still this.

She didn't hate anyone.

From the moment she received God's revelation, she was ready to be martyred.

For an extremely devout believer, martyrdom is not something to be hated.

"That's it! Then she must have been bewitched! When the time comes, grab her and beat her up! And say, 'You're not me!' Then she grabbed and beat the demon who had bewitched her, and said, 'Get out of here!' 'It's all settled! What is there to worry about! ”

Marda said, raising her fist, and as soon as she clenched her fist, she heard the knuckles rattle, and just listening to it made one feel that there was a considerable amount of power in the fist.

"Poof...... Really, is it true that Her Excellency St. Marda should have completely ignored worldly views to such an extent? ”

Joan of Arc laughed, how can a saint persuade people to beat each other violently with their fists?

However, the unexpected ...... The mood is much lighter.

I was worried about how to face the vengeful self. Such a weak self will not lag behind. Moreover, as the [banner] of the Anti-Evil Dragon Alliance, he can't easily show a weak expression. As a result, all such and such worries were solved by Marda's fist.

Marda's face turned red and she defended, "I, I'm such a person!" What a saint is not a saint, anyway, I'm a rude village girl! Occasionally, I want to solve everything with my fists! It's an accident! It's a one-in-a-million situation! Yes, it's made especially for you! It's definitely not in any nature! ”

After saying this, Marda suddenly changed her words again. It can be seen that if possible, she hopes not to expose this side of herself as much as possible. Joan of Arc felt deeply, as if she did not want others to know, that she preferred haystacks to mattresses, and small wooden shrines to large and luxurious cathedrals.

"I understand, Lord Marda. Thank you so much for your teachings, huh! ”

Joan of Arc also learned from her, clenched her fists, but none of her knuckles sounded, she seemed to feel a little bad, and pinched again, of course, it still didn't sound, and she simply grabbed the knuckles of her left hand with her right hand, and gently broke it from the diagonal direction, and finally, this time, there was a slight click.

"You don't have to learn this kind of place! How serious are you!! ”

"Hmmm! Thank you, Mistress Marda! He is worthy of being a saint who has been recorded in the canon, and is willing to use such a kind attitude for a village girl like me. ”

"Well, speaking of the village girl, so am I. We all are. The village girl saint. There's nothing wrong with that, right? ”

"Hmmm! Nothing bad! ”

Joan of Arc finally laughed cheerfully.

"Ah, that, let me remind you, that, this is our little secret, in front of others, you, you know?"

Marda blushed, and wanted to maintain the image of the saint more.

"Hmmm! I know! ”

Joan of Arc nodded as if he was pecking rice.

In this way, Her Excellency, who was also a member of the village, reached a consensus in a small and dilapidated hay house.