No one can pat their chest and say that they have not done anything they regret since they were born, and no one dares to say that everything they have done has followed their own will and has not been interfered with by other external things. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Therefore, as long as you are a human being, as long as you are not a saint, there will always be big and small regrets in this life. Some regrets may make people sigh lightly, and some regrets may follow people like shadows for a lifetime.

When the Grand Duke of Joan of Arc was completely enveloped in the holy light, all kinds of negative emotions in his heart instantly exploded, like chewing a rancid chili pepper, stinking, sour, bitter, spicy, all the uncomfortable tastes came to his heart. These regrets turned into little devils, wielding a steel fork in their hands and constantly stabbing her heart, stabbing her heart with thousands of holes and rivers of blood.

A cloudy tear slowly squeezed out of the lacrimal glands, the first tear that the Grand Duke of Joan of Arc shed after the age of twenty. Immediately after that, the two lacrimal glands rushed out like a broken embankment, converging into several rivers and flowing wantonly on her face.

At this moment, she suddenly woke up to the fact that she had so many remorses and regrets in her seemingly honorable life!

Inspired by the light, the Grand Duke of Joan of Arc wept loudly!

Everyone has all kinds of pressures, there is pressure on the untouchables living in the quagmire, there is pressure on the empress Pars, the pressure is fair, and it doesn't take a soft spot on you or ignore you just because you are a pariah or an emperor.

When there is pressure, you need to relieve it, and everyone has different ways to relieve stress, but crying out loud is the cheapest and most enjoyable way.

In the midst of the bitter weeping, the Grand Duke of Joan of Arc felt much better, emotionally, psychologically, and spiritually.

But she couldn't feel the slightest gratitude for the cardinal in front of her, she gritted her teeth and cursed viciously, "Cult!", but after saying that, she couldn't help but smile again.

"Great and holy as the Father, you shed light, cast away the shadows of evil, and redeem our souls. Great and holy as Father, Thou hast bestowed justice, that we may know reverence and discern right from wrong. Great and holy as the Father's ,......", as the prayer sounded, the body of the Grand Duke of Joan of Arc shook violently, her eyes were full of horror, and then this horror was dispelled peacefully. She slowly closed her eyes, with a peaceful and serene smile on her face, and clasped her fingers on her chest as she read along with the cardinal.

"Great and holy as the Father!"

The core idea of gratitude is to make people understand that it is not easy to live in this world, but not to be hostile to this world because of the regrets and remorse that exist in themselves, but to be grateful to this world because they still exist in this world, to thank themselves for all their past experiences, and to thank all these factors that have enabled them to sublimate.

In the chapter of divine arts, there is another magic that has some similar effects to the Great Thanksgiving Technique, and that is the Great Inspiration Technique.

Of course, it is not necessary to use it at this time, and there is no need to use it.

When the holy light dissipated, the cardinal's originally ruddy face turned a lot paler, and the consumption of holy power made him feel more tired than ever. Grand Duke Joan of Arc was determined and could only influence her with a long period of divine magic, but it also overloaded his holy power with it. Thankfully, it all paid off, and in the end he succeeded.

If the former Grand Duke of Joan of Arc sat on the bed, hidden in the gloomy bed, with a gloomy and twisted face, and the stiff muscles on her body were as hard as stones, she was completely different from the demon in some mythological story. At this time, the quiet and peaceful smile on her face, and the muscles that relaxed all over her body because of letting go, all made her look like an ordinary old man.

She opened her eyes, glanced at the cardinal, and shook her head slightly, "You won!"

The cardinal laughed, winning Joan of Arc as a believer would be good for the whole church. As long as the Church exerts its strength and finds a way to help the Archan of Arc solve the current situation in this matter, the Church will get more than it imagined. What's more, even if Empress Pars had to punish Archduke Joan of Arc for taking away her title and fiefdom afterwards, it would be after Archduke Joan of Arc died.

As long as she lives for one day, as long as she doesn't give Queen Pars a chance, as long as she can live long enough, this costless deal will make the church profitable.

That's why the cardinal himself came here, to win over the Grand Duke of Joan of Arc!

The missionary group of the church was in full swing with the followers of the Goddess of Nature in the territory of the Byron Empire, and before the church wanted to start the war of faith, it also specially checked the genealogy of the gods, and after determining that the goddess of nature was an unruly god, it immediately launched the war of faith. At this time, the followers of the Goddess of Nature Cult were falling out one after another, which had already caused official unease. Of course, the church was not afraid of Byron's official actions, and as the results of the mission gradually appeared, the mission had room for circuitous behavior in Byron.

And what really prompted the Church to take the risk of confronting the Empress of Pars to recruit the Archduke of Joan of Arc was the Northern Expedition, or rather the upheaval.

The group of sand barbarians at Full Moon had already realized that this was a possible opportunity, and changed the previous truce with the Orlando Empire, once again concentrated the military strength of the five royal tents to present troops on the border, and then waited for the situation in the interior of the Orlando Empire to escalate, and Grace had to go back to clean up the mess and launch an attack. And the Byron Empire, which had built a total of twenty-seven large ships, was already hovering near the coast of Orlando, ready to land whenever and wherever it was.

Once the War of the Three Kingdoms begins, this is the church's chance!

A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

Don't look at the Pope who is pressed by the Orlando family and can barely raise his head, as if he has accepted his fate, and is even willing to draw the attention of the Byron Imperial Army for the Orlando family in the territory of the Byron Empire, but as long as the opportunity really appears, the church will definitely not sit idly by and watch the opportunity slip away from its hands!

Countless glorious histories and pasts, so that every pope wants to recreate the **** of the year, the grand occasion of dominating the world!

The cardinal opened the Bible in his hand and sat down next to the Grand Duke of Joan of Arc, the smile on his face was as warm and bright as the sun in spring, "It is good that you are willing to convert to the Church, everyone has the right to pursue their true self. Let's start with the Bible ......"

The Grand Duke of Joan of Arc, who had not appeared for almost a month, once again appeared in the limelight, which made many people breathe a sigh of relief. As long as the Archduke of Joan of Arc did not have any problems with his body due to grief, then there was no need to worry about the collapse of the entire feudal state in an instant in a short period of time. Of course, many people also have some doubts about what the Grand Duke of Joan of Arc was wearing at this time, and in the past, the Grand Duke of Joan of Arc would wear leather armor wherever he went.

She is conveying a message to her surroundings all the time, anytime and anywhere, she is the first female knight of the empire, and she is an invincible Valkyrie.

But today, she is wearing a long white dress, her gray hair is tightly tied together, and her face is no longer stereotypical in the past, and there is more amiable smile. She carries a thick book in her hand, and no matter who she meets, she will show people with a smile.

Many people don't know what happened to this queen.

At this time, behind the window on the third floor of a bar on the edge of King's Road, two middle-aged men with expressionless faces and slightly gray faces looked at Archduke Joan of Arc not far from King's Road, with a slightly surprised look on their faces. They were Black Priests, and the purpose of this visit to Todtilas was to complete the mission and assassinate the Grand Duke of Joan of Arc. But how could they not have imagined that the Grand Duke of Joan of Arc was actually a member of the church?

They knew their nemesis too well, and they were more familiar with the nasty smell of the sun in the Archduke of Joan of Arc, who was a member of the Church?

Or an apostle?

No matter what her identity is, this assassination will not stop, and it is precisely because of her special identity that more black priests will assassinate her.

It's not a mission anymore, it's a war, a war of religion, a war of faith, and a real war of the millennium—a war of beliefs and a war of faith that has lasted for thousands of years.

The two of them quickly stuffed the food on the table into their mouths, not even letting go of the food scraps on the table and on the plates, and drank not a drop of fruit wine in the cups. This is the tradition of the Black Clergy, and it is their code. Because of the long-term blows of the Empire and the Church of Light, the life of the Black Priests is not rich, and it can even be said that they are poor. So for the food saving, they even wrote it in the canon.

He took out two hundred pieces of copper and laid them on the table, and in addition to the money for food and wine, there was a tip of about twenty coppers. The two examined the weapons in their arms, looked at each other, their eyes were full of determination, and they walked out of the tavern without the slightest anger, and followed the crowd towards the Grand Duke of Joan of Arc.

The inhabitants of Todderas comforted the Grand Duke of Joan of Arc, while others asked about the future of the city, and everyone was concerned about whether there would be a war with the Empire in the future. In the midst of this hustle and bustle, the two approached the Grand Duke of Joan of Arc one on the left and one on the right.

Despite the guards protecting the Grand Duke of Joan of Arc, the Grand Duke of Joan of Arc today is obviously not the same as before, she has no pretensions, and is willing to get close to everyone in the city, which also gives the Black Priests the best chance.

Seeing that the Grand Duke of Joan of Arc was not far in front of him, one of them had his ring finger on a rope. He had a trap in his sleeve that, when pulled, would eject a foot-long dagger from the rail strapped to his arm, almost a regular equipment for the Black Clergy.

The Grand Duke of Joan of Arc got closer and closer to the two, and their eyes glanced at each other in the crowd, and instantly became fanatical!

"Long live xx!" (the keyword has been blocked, and it has been warned, and it can only be replaced by xx), and the instant shout silences the entire King's Road. The Black Priest is so arrogant and domineering, and it is their arrogant assassination that makes the Black Priest well-known. Two gray shadows visible to the naked eye instantly stuck to the body of the Grand Duke of Joan of Arc, and her heart tightened, and the battle qi in her body immediately erupted.

However, what she didn't expect was that the battle qi, which was supposed to be as explosive and destructive as a volcanic eruption, was like the water in a river at this time.

Maybe there are some waves, but it has nothing to do with rage!

It's a curse!

Two sword lights were already coming, her face was calm, without the slightest panic, the perennial battle gave her a strong psychological quality, she slightly changed the posture and direction of her standing, to ensure that the two swords would not kill her, at the same time, she also pulled out the long sword from the waist of the guard beside her, and stabbed one of the two assassins.

She was still careless.

In her cognition, even if it is a dead soldier, she will not sacrifice herself meaninglessly. If she stabs out with this sword, she can definitely kill the other party, and at the same time, she will also be injured, not a serious injury that will not be life-threatening. Then the other party should miss this attack, and then she can draw her hand to deal with the other assassin.

But what she didn't expect was that this group of black priests couldn't be treated with common sense at all, and the black priest not only did not retreat, but took the initiative to take another step forward, allowing the long sword to plunge into his chest, and the sword in his hand also pierced into the shoulder of the Grand Duke of Joan of Arc. With a hideous smile on his face, he clutched the long sword on his chest and looked at the other person.

The man did not give up any chance, and despite the swords stabbed at him by the guards, he forced the short sword into the vest of the Grand Duke of Joan of Arc.

The assassination broke out very suddenly, and it ended quickly, the whole process only took four or five seconds, but in just four or five seconds, the world once again witnessed the madness of the black priests!

The two Black Priests collapsed to the ground, covered in bloody holes, and the Grand Duke of Joan of Arc swayed as he quickly left with the support of the guards.

The cardinal, who had just rested, was woken up again, and returned to the palace of the Grand Duke of Joan of Arc with a solemn look on his face, and glanced at the dying Grand Duke of Joan of Arc on the bed, and a miracle was restored.

"Who did that?", he glared at the guards on the side.

The leader of the guards smiled bitterly and said, "It's the Black Priest. ”

The cardinal nodded noncommittally, and he turned back to the bed, watching the face of the Archduke of Arc, whose breath was getting stronger and stronger, turn rosy, and then relax. As long as there is still a breath, even if it is cut into a few sections, as long as it is put together and restored by miracles, it is enough to make people heal and become alive in a very short time.

In the entire church, there are only more than twenty people who can perform such a powerful divine technique, and each time it is cast, it takes a year apart, and it also consumes a year's vitality of one's own as the price of performing such an anti-heaven divine magic.

The cardinal was already old enough, but he didn't expect to lose another year of life, and he was also annoyed at this time, so he immediately took out a personal seal from his bosom and threw it to the bishop on the side, "Go to the Inquisition, mobilize at least fifty knights of the Trial, these damned, dirty, ugly maggots, find them, burn them!"