"Really poor......" Sitting on the church table, the wind thought with a little heartache.

Taking advantage of the boredom to calculate the remaining stigma of himself, the wind felt that it should be close to zero......

There is not much difference between a normal Heroic Spirit clone and the main body, but the Wind is not, and the system is something that is difficult to replicate at all, and as a clone, there are a few weapons that are carried with it that have been copied.

There's no way to check the specific stigma.

"What have you exchanged during this time, [Honkai Gift Box], the right to use it three times, and the exchange of Niang Drowning Spring"

"That's right, there's also the matter of Sister Lan, who used the last stigma to make herself a false quasi-god before bringing Sister Lan back"

Counting the stigmata used, the wind let out a mournful roar, but in a few months, he had defeated about 1,500 stigmata himself, maybe the remaining stigmata was still negative......

Fortunately, there is a gap in charge of the supporters over there, and the supporters of ten people will have one-third of the stigmata income, and it will take about half a year to three years to have a stigma in the account.

The main thing is that the supporters enter most of the median worlds, which are ten times different from the high-level worlds, and the inside has experienced a few months, and the outside has passed a few years.

"Next time, chop your hands if you spend it again......"

"It's strange that I've come to church for the second time today," the dilapidated door gurgled as Joan of Arc walked in.

To the slight surprise of the ghostly wind, the two of them have become familiar with each other during this time, usually Joan of Arc will come to church once a day, the length of time is uncertain, but rarely come a second time.

"Uncle Edion wants me to come tonight to pray for his deceased daughter, that she will be by the Lord's side after death."

"I'll guess his daughter must have been dead for a long time," Shadow Wind looked in the direction of the village, and showed a thoughtful expression.

“…… It's been more than half a year," Joan of Arc's holy face showed sadness. Living in the same village, it is impossible not to know each other.

"And also in an attack"

"Yes" God's words, even if she knew some secrets, it was not surprising, and Joan of Arc was not too surprised by this, but silently responded, she did not understand why the god in front of her wanted to mention this question.

"That Edian. I must treat you like his own daughter, otherwise I wouldn't have let you come here."

“…… What will happen tonight? ”

Gradually, Joan of Arc also discovered the problem in her words, today is not the death day of Uncle Adion's daughter, nor is it a special day, why did she deliberately let her come to church tonight?

"Invaders, if you're unlucky, the village won't exist from tomorrow onwards"

Youfeng said calmly, deliberately searching just now. He spotted a troop of cavalry approaching the village, and had already confronted the villagers at the entrance of the village.

His expression changed slightly, and Joan of Arc, who had already anticipated some possibility, immediately left the church and ran in the direction of the village.

The ruined church was built on top of the high earth and rocks in the village, and not long after leaving the church, I could already hear the noise of voices everywhere, both familiar and unfamiliar.

"Taxes, hand them over"

Location at the entrance of the village. The knight in armor sat on his horse and calmly looked at the villagers in front of him. Although he was armed with a weapon, he was not threatened in any way.

Behind him was a group of nearly ten guards, heavily armed against the villagers, and this was not the first time they had collected taxes or encountered resistance.

To be exact. Ten times there will always be a few villages that will be uninteresting and want to rebel against them.

"Seven days ago, we only paid the taxes in Mi Village, and we really couldn't make up it," said the middle-aged man, who was the tax collector of the village, as he prayed. But they really can't collect taxes, they have to collect them twice a month on average, and they're just a small village.

"Your previous king has already signed a treaty, and as his people, you are obliged to repay the outstanding amount for him," the man in charge of recording beside the knight stroked his beard and said lightly.

They were not French expropriators, but England, but so what, as long as it was in the territory they occupied, all French people had to pay taxes.

"No money, you know what will happen" mocking smile, not in the territory of their own country, no one will be held accountable for doing anything.

In the blink of an eye, Joan of Arc had left the church and came to the entrance of the village.

"I didn't tell you, stay in church and pray, no matter what happens, you are not allowed to come out!" The middle-aged man of the tax collector, who is also Joan of Arc's father, Jacques? Duck said angrily.

The church, even a dilapidated church, generally has a certain majesty, and hiding in it is likely that the soldiers will ignore the past, but ......

"Well, since you can't pay the taxes, let's use you to offset them" The record of taxation The man's eyes lit up, and the breath of holiness had not seen such a strange girl for a long time.

The knight next to him swept over the man in disgust, even if he was depraved, he wouldn't like this kind of thing to happen in front of him.

"It was the Lord who told me to drive them away," her father scolded, and the soldiers who were about to come, Joan of Arc said calmly.

"Poof, do you mean to say that the Lord has given you grace?" laughed loudly to the male of the record, which not even a church priest would dare to say.

“…… I'm sorry, but the village can't ...... "Jacques?" for one person. Darke grieved as the soldier walked by, his weapon lifted and lowered several times.

He was the tax collector of the village, and he was also responsible for leading and guarding the village, and once he did, he knew that even if all of them went together, he would not be a seasoned soldier's opponent.

Joan of Arc didn't say anything, just closed her eyes quietly, not giving up, but waiting.

A flash of lightning swept across the gloomy sky, and the expressions of the villagers and soldiers were printed white, and the next second, a rumbling thunder rang out, and bucket-thick lightning suddenly fell from the sky and slashed at an old tree.

The lightning caused the flames to burn, and the old tree, which had been there for an unknown amount of time, also collapsed, and the two soldiers who stepped forward looked terrified, because the direction in which the tree had fallen was facing them.

The training of the battle made them all subconsciously retreat to the rear, but one of them was still a step too late, and the burning giant tree pressed against his leg, and the wail suddenly rang out.

Both the knight and the recorder changed their expressions, and on the other side of the burning giant tree, the blonde girl stood there silently with her eyes closed, her hands clasped in front of her chest.

"It's the Lord's blessing" The soldiers who fled back had calmed down somewhat, but there was still uncontrollable trepidation in their eyes, what they were doing to a woman who might be a saint. (To be continued.) )