"You're younger than that man, but you're much more experienced in this area. Christian didn't deny it, he leaned against the iron rails of the cage, his arms crossed behind his head, and his dirty, unsightly feet facing Joan of Arc and Jill.

It was a rather unpleasant pose, but neither Joan of Arc nor Jill said anything about it, and the man in front of him was somewhere between a beggar and a scoundrel, and neither of them would be surprised by what he did.

"Elizabeth, you mentioned the name, what is her relationship with you?" asked Joan of Arc, ignoring Christian's shamelessness. She had overturned her previous conjecture, no girl would like such a man, and if anyone really would be remembered by him like this, then it would be either his sister or his mother.

"What a nostalgic name. Christian rubbed his eyes with his hands, but instead of wiping away tears, he rubbed the oil from the corners of his eyes into a ball and threw it on the ground, and said, "It's all right, Lady Saint, I don't even know your name, but you want to get my unforgettable memories from me, it's too much of a woman." However, you don't look like a woman yet, do you want me to help you?"

As he spoke, Christian sat up from the bottom of the cage, his dark red eyes shining with obscenity.

"You shameless bastard!" Jill growled, clenched fists with a crackle of joints, "shut your filthy mouth, or I'll tear it apart for you so that it can't say such blasphemous words again." ”

"You're terrible, you, you're a cruel demon!" said the man in the cage, cowering contrivedly and pointing his mutilated finger at Jill.

Of course, he is not afraid of any threat from Jill, and although he is a crippled werewolf, he still has a strong vitality and resilience. If it weren't for this, he would have been chopped up long ago......

"If I tell you my name, will you be able to tell where you came from? Joan of Arc held the "My Lord Protection" and said lightly, this guy has too many doubts, even if she endures the discomfort in her heart, she has to ask.

"Who knows, you can try. ”

"My name is Joan of Arc. Joan of Arc said expressionlessly, "Now that you know, you can answer my question." ”

As she spoke, she plunged the flag gun into the ground, and the bottom of the flag gun pierced through the stone bricks on the ground and plunged deep into it. God's armed forces can not only protect her body, but also give her the strength to be inferior to strong men, and only such equipment can keep a peasant girl from Orleans alive on a bloody and cruel battlefield.

"What do you want to ask?" Christiane put away his flirtatious attitude, "If it's about my age or something, then you better bother, my origin has nothing to do with you, and I should consider answering other questions......"

"Now we ask you, you don't have a choice. Gilles de Ray couldn't help but scold him.

"Okay Jill, our concern isn't here, let him go. Joan of Arc said, looking directly into Christian's remaining one-eyed, "As I just asked, who is Elizabeth and what is her relationship with you?"

"That's a boring question. Christian shrugged and said, "She's the one I like, but I'm sure she's long dead, and a kind-hearted girl like her won't live long." But even if she didn't die, she wouldn't be too old to look good, after all, she was just a mortal......"

Christian said, his voice getting lower. Although he doesn't seem like a good person, there is still a faint sadness in mentioning the name.

"Your feelings for her seem to be quite deep, but there are some things I don't understand, what does it mean that even if she is not dead, she is not old now, although you are sloppy and can't tell the specific age, but it shouldn't be more than thirty years old, right?" said Joan of Arc with a frown.

"Don't you understand what I'm saying, Holy Maiden, you don't want to know anything about age from me!" Christian's tone suddenly turned cold, "but I do see that you have one thing in common, you know?"

Joan of Arc shook her head, she didn't think she had anything in common with Elizabeth, who was "too old to look good."

"As I said, a kind-hearted girl like her doesn't live long, and it looks like you're very similar in that regard. Christan said in a dark voice, with an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth, "I forgot to tell you that she used to be a holy nun, and was even called an angel, and I am the demon who pulled her down to the earth!"

"You know, you really resemble her. Similar age, similar hair color, similar body type, if it weren't for this eye-catching armor on your body, I really thought she was back in front of me, God, I didn't think I would meet her again, I didn't expect to meet you here who is so similar to her, is this an opportunity arranged by God, in order to make up for what I failed to accomplish back then......" Christian said, gradually becoming crazy, his one-eyed eyes gradually lit up as if stimulated by something, and looked terrible red.

He reached out and grabbed the railing of the iron cage, as if he wanted to stick his head out of the gap in the railing, and his fiery eyes showed more and more obvious desire, as if he wanted to burn the Joan of Arc in front of him!

"Go back to your cage. ”

With a dull sound, Christian's body flew upside down against the railing of the iron cage, and after the loud "bang", he fell to the ground of the cage like a lump of mud, still exuding a hideous laugh from his mouth.

Gilles de Ray looked at the scoundrel in the cage with a grim face, and slowly withdrew his feet. Since he didn't need to patrol on horseback these days, he didn't have sharp spurs on his riding boots, and even then, the sharp leather boots reinforced with iron were enough for the bastard to drink.

"Damn bastard!" Jill spat hard, but Christian didn't care.

"My lord, you kicked me so much, really, just kidding, you almost broke my ribs. Christian reached out with the back of his hand and dusted off the kicked, and said with a hippie smile.

"Believe it or not, I'll kill you right now!" Jill jerked out his saber at his waist, the battle-hardened blade smelling of rust, the smell of human blood.

Joan of Arc pulled out her spear from the ground, but she didn't give the order to attack, she just turned around lightly, and then put her left hand on Jill's shoulder: "There's no need to be angry with him, let's go, think about how to deal with the army of the Black Prince Edward is the focus now." ”

"Yes, sir. After taking a few deep breaths, Gilles de Ray nodded, and he took his sword upside down in his hand and followed Joan of Arc.

Just as the two of them were about to step out of the warehouse, Christian's voice came from behind: "You better give up, if it's really that guy, you will inevitably die anyway, if you really anger him, your final result will be more terrible than death......"

"Thanks for the reminder, bastard. Jill said, slamming the door of the warehouse shut, and after a loud noise, the heavy door cut off everything inside and outside, and the interior of the warehouse suddenly became dark.

Christian's blood-red eyes shimmered with an uncertain red glow, and he slowly leaned against the railing of the iron cage, making a screeching sound with his fingernails on the inner wall of the cage.

"Drink this glass of wine, and you will get the wealth you want......" I don't know how many years ago, the man with the black hair said in a seductive voice, obviously the guy's red eyes were so weird, but under the temptation of money, he still took the glass of wine flatteringly.

One hundred silver coins.

Just by drinking that glass of wine, he will get a hundred silver coins!

The wealth brought to him by selling the priest was only half of that money, and he had to endure the eyes of countless people. He used the money he got from selling the priest to dress himself up like a gentleman, and then appeared in front of Elizabeth, who had been in love for a long time, with a well-prepared gift, no, it should be said that he got only a red-eyed slap from the other party.

"You impudent bastard...... "The angelic girl yelled at a gentleman, shattering all his fantasies about the future with the most decisive slap.

Obviously the old man was dead, and there was no one to stop them, so why didn't the girl named Elizabeth still intend to accept him? Poisonous jealousy mixed with lust burned his reason, he threw away the gift in his hand and turned into a demon in hell tearing the girl's uniform of a trainee nun in front of the icon of Jesus.

He had done this once before, and that time it was the priest who had stopped him, and it was because of that incident that he became the lowly Judas in the eyes of everyone, trying in vain to defile the angelic nature of Joan of Arc's Cathedral.

The guy who got in the way was dead, and he personally sent him to the high platform to purgatory, and now he has no one to stop him!

Elizabeth's white nun dress was torn off by him piece by piece, and the angelic girl cried and tried to run away from his hands, but he had grown to that extent and was no longer able to resist the girl's strength, he grabbed the girl's two wrists with his intact right hand, and his mutilated left hand slowly caressed the girl's body in front of the dim cross of the church......

Everything went so smoothly.

In addition to being rejected by the girl. But even so, the end result is the same.

He got almost everything he'd dreamed of for nearly a decade, if it weren't for the abominable Norma suddenly barging in and knocking him unconscious. When he awoke again, he was the only one left in the great church, and the crucified God was staring at him with a cold gaze, but only a gaze.