In the afternoon, one o'clock, thirty minutes.

Egil and Joan of Arc looked at each other and were speechless for a long time. Finally Egil did something extremely surprising - he took the torch and went up to the pyre, blocking hundreds, thousands, thousands of people in front of Joan of Arc. Then he kissed her on both lips.

There was a dead silence, and there was no speech. Thousands of clergy, nobles, and commoners around the entire hall all widened their eyes and opened their mouths. It's like I'm stupid.

Indeed, this shrine maiden is really young.

It's beautiful.

It was lovely.

And it's very temperamental.

- But you really can't do that, Your Majesty!!

"Your Majesty, Egil, do you want to protect this shrine maiden?!" The first to sit still were the priests from all over the world. The bishop from the Vatican and the plenipotentiary of the negotiations with the Norman kingdom couldn't help but stand up and shouted at Egil in a fierce voice.

Teachers, they just eat a bowl of religious rice. Peers are enemies. They couldn't see Joan of Arc anyway. What's more, if Joan of Arc overturns the case, then the blow to them will be incomparably huge. Majesty sweeps are light. Most seriously, they are God's spokesmen and are different. This reality will be shattered. And with it, status, power, honor and money are gone. Gone!

At this moment, the clergy had eaten Egil's heart—a very simple matter. Why the hell are you making him so complicated?! Frame her and sentence her to death, so you called us over and bribed us. And in the end, you do this kind of thing -- what are you trying to do?! So are we going to be monkeys?!

"Your Majesty! Think twice!" Then it was the nobles who couldn't sit still. As it has been said before, the rulers of Joan of Arc could not tolerate such a messianic figure in any way - of course, in fact they hated the clergy class as well. The clash of papal and imperial power was one of the greatest problems of the European continent of this era. More importantly, Joan of Arc is such a popular enemy and capable in his own right. Naturally, the Norman aristocracy wanted to get along with it faster. I don't know how many people who don't know the truth still think that if Joan of Arc had not been born, then the conquest of Gaul by the Norman kingdom would have been a sure thing...... Of course, people don't care about that. Politics, power, and the like have nothing to do with them. They just want to have a bit of fun, a very rare buzz. If you can tie everyone from the first two classes to the stake and barbecue. That's what makes it lively.

Therefore, after a brief silence, the crowd erupted not most with angry rebukes and heart-wrenching exhortations. It's cheers. Of course, cheering is not about being happy or happy. Just cheering.

However, for Egil, these voices all mean the same thing.

"It's noisy. ”

Egil sighed softly, then turned away, scanning the room with disgust. After that, he turned around and looked at Joan of Arc, who was inexplicable and had no idea what was going on.

"It's a parting gift. Egil explained to Joan of Arc.

"You idiot. Joan of Arc couldn't help but laugh, and then as if the tear ducts had collapsed, tears flowed uncontrollably.

Egil was still going to kill her. But Egil still loves her. Even dare to show this love in front of everyone.

But still have to kill her with your own hands.

Joan of Arc was a little stupid for a while. Obviously, this would not do Egil any good. Just bury this feeling in the bottom of your heart. Just think about it in your spare time and enjoy it - why do that?!

"Because I like you. Egil completely ignored the voices around him and still answered very directly.

Joan of Arc felt that she had died without regrets.

Eventually, Egil kissed Joan of Arc on the cheek again. After that, as if he wanted to keep her in his heart forever, he stared at her.

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

Egil sighed softly, then turned and stepped back, before lighting the wood.

The flame ignited.

The clergy and nobles were finally relieved. Watch the flames burn upwards little by little. Gradually, little by little, Joan of Arc approached. And after seeing this scene, the cheers of the people became even stronger.

Egil pulled out his pocket watch one last time.

In the afternoon, at two and one o'clock, as if he could not bear to look at it, Egil turned away. The flames were getting closer and closer, as if from the pain of being scorched by the flames. Joan of Arc groaned as she began to pray. As much as she could, she tried to ignore the pain, for Joan of Arc felt that this should be her last prayer in this life. So I want to try to be as relaxed as possible. And yet the pain, the suffocating feeling, the temperature that seemed to swallow everything...... Joan of Arc groaned, coughing violently choking on the smoke. Immediately afterwards, the whole person seemed to disappear into the fire and smoke. All that remained was the faint, weakened voice of prayer...... As if he could not bear to look any further, Egil turned away, raised his hands, raised his head, and cried out: "God, O All-Knowing and Almighty, save us if you have mercy on your children!!"

After saying that, Egil got down on one knee, held the silver cross given by His Holiness the Pope in both hands, and began to pray aloud...... November 6, 1002.

2:03 p.m.

"It's time. Egil chuckled inwardly.

"Damn liars. At the same time, Aurora, who was sitting on the viewing platform, cursed quietly.

"This, what the hell is going on?!"

"It's changed!"

"God is angry!!

"Oh my God, what the hell is going on?!"

Countless cries of panic erupted from the crowd.

At that moment, a few seconds after Egil's prayer fell, something extremely surprising happened—a huge dark cloud came from all directions, and the whole world became as dark as night in an instant. When the populace was extremely surprised and didn't know what was going on, a large number of snowflakes fell in the sky. Like goose feathers, but the heavens still seem to be not satisfied, just like a mental patient suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder, and can't wait to drop a large number of dense snow flakes, which even before they can fall to the ground, they form snow balls in the air one by one, crackling and hitting people's faces. It hurts to beat people.

Under the power of heaven, human beings are completely unable to cope, and they are as fragile as insects. There was no idea other than panic and wailing.

"God's will! This is a miracle!!" Egil stood up. And then shouted like this. And under such heavy snowfall, the flames that had just risen were quickly extinguished.

Everyone present, whether priests, nobles, or commoners, could not stop bending down and knelt on the ground, completely ignoring the freezing ground and the bitter chill of the snow. Constantly prostrate, prostrate, and recite the name of God. Fanaticism and devotion to the extreme—this is a miracle.

Seeing such a miracle, no matter what his identity was, he had to fall to his knees. All are God's people, whether they are popes or serfs. There is no difference.

Of course, even though God is fair and selfless. But there will also be one or two mortals who are more favored by God. It's like now. While Joan of Arc was burning, it suddenly snowed heavily. Egil shouted that this was a miracle. No one else could refute it at all, if it was a coincidence, it was impossible! How could it be such a coincidence?

As a result, all the previous human and physical evidence became a joke at this moment. The people knelt down for a long time before they remembered that Joan of Arc was still tied to it. Hurriedly, a few people got up on all hands and feet, and ran over to untie her rope. After that, Egil himself took her hand and walked down from it.

Joan of Arc's complexion was a little dirty because of the thick smoke. So Egil very thoughtfully pulled out his handkerchief and wiped Jeanne d'Arc with snowflakes on it.

"Is this a miracle?"

Joan of Arc asked Egil with an incredulous look.

Egil nodded.

"So I don't have to die?"

Egil then nodded.

"Yes...... That's right. Joan of Arc felt a loss in her heart, but she couldn't put it into words. It's like jumping off the Alps and thinking you're going to die. In the end, he was rescued unexpectedly.

A little bit of happiness, a little bit of fear, and a little bit of gratitude.

"Thank God. Joan of Arc drew a cross on her chest very reverently, then knelt down on one knee and closed her eyes in prayer. Egil took off his silver-white fox cloak and draped it over Joan of Arc, then also knelt down on one knee, trying to hold back a laugh. He also knelt down on one knee.

Except for Aurora, who had left in a bad mood, everyone else knelt in the snow and prayed earnestly to their heavenly Father. The aristocratic priest who had previously framed Joan of Arc was even more frightened. Pray to God for forgiveness.

In this way, it was also through the post-80s Shaolin abbot, as well as the envoys, priests, nobles and commoners of various countries who witnessed this time. This miracle spread quickly across the continent. In such an age of scarcity of entertainment, a real miracle was enough to excite people and be discussed for a long time. Even a month later, you can hear it in a tavern in a small town.

"Now that something like this has happened. Then Joan of Arc must be a saint. ”

"No—no, no, no, no! Finally, it snowed after His Majesty had prayed. So if it's a saint, then it should be Your Majesty!"

"But if that woman is really a sin witch, then God can't have sent snow down to save her life!"

"No—His Majesty the King said before, 'Please save your children. In other words, both he and Joan of Arc are blessed by God!"

That's it. Joan of Arc's surname was saved. At least for the time being......

(To be continued)