Have You Considered Coming to the Moon to Become a Demon God?

The sound of the wind suddenly became much louder, and the rustling of leaves covered the words that came from his ears.

"What did you say?"

"That cloud is beautiful."

"you......"

The girl hesitated to speak, followed his gaze to look at the strangely shaped clouds, and could only smile lightly.

It's really pretty.

Chapter 41 French Daily

In recent days, some unbelievable news has spread to Domremy, a small town far away from France, which has aroused many discussions among the villagers.

A cult legion was born in the castle of Orléans

When the news first came out, countless villagers were terrified, fearing that the cult army would march westward and hit their hometown, even though they were just scaring themselves, because there was still a boorh between Orleans and Domremy In the area occupied by the Gendian Party, even if they fight westward from Orleans, it will not be their turn to be feared.

Not long after this discussion passed, new news quickly swept through the entire village like a storm.

It is said that believers who turned their backs on God and turned to believe in wind and freedom appeared in the city of Yarjo, which was previously occupied by the British army, and they preached free thought everywhere.

As soon as the news came out, most Christians in the village began to be filled with righteous indignation, denouncing these cultists who took the opportunity to preach during the turmoil.

Not long after, new news came again. The knights who believed in wind and freedom did not allow any class rulers or even kings in France, and announced that they would bring freedom and liberation to the whole of France.

This news made many people denounce the organization's wishful thinking, but their hearts are more and more yearning for the new victory and freedom brought by the wind.

Then, like a breeze across the plains of France, new news came, one by one, into the village.

It is said that the Aeolian Knights, who believed in wind and freedom, led the fearless Knights of the Four Winds to recover many British-occupied areas one after another, which greatly damaged the morale of the British army.

As soon as the news came out, those patriots immediately burst into joy, talking on the streets all day long, for fear that some people would not know about it.

Then, the Knights of the Four Winds, a symbol of wind and freedom, are invincible, and countless French people are waiting for their liberation.

So many people in the village held a banquet to celebrate the greatness and glory of the Knights of the Four Winds.

Now everyone in the village is more and more looking forward to new victories and new conquests, so that they can also swear at those British guys to get their mouths full.

The fairy tree in midsummer is like a beauty playing the piano solo, standing there quietly, playing a little French tune for every passer-by enjoying the shade under the tree.

I don't know when, Joan of Arc often came here alone, staring blankly at the blue sky and white clouds, the small river and the woods.

However, she has often come here since she was a child, so besides the novelty of this fairy tree, she also has a sense of familiarity.

How long have you been here?Joan didn't count them in detail, and felt that the time should not be too long. She lived a repetitive life every day, and it was boring to recall that there was nothing worth caring about.

Jacques's head became more and more bald, and her sister Catherine only came back once after she got married. The eldest son Jacques (the son and his father's name were often the same in ancient times) had already gone to a nearby castle to work as a blacksmith.

Isabella is becoming more and more like a nagging mother-in-law, urging her to get married quickly. If it was Joan of Arc in the past, she could swear to protect her chastity in the name of the Lord, but she has no faith in her thoughts about the old woman. Can act as a deaf ear.

As for the Demon God who disregarded his career, he was fishing here while his companions conquered several castles one after another. He deserves to be called Mo Yu!

Walking around like an old man during the day, she would disappear inexplicably at night, but most of the bandits and robbers attacked the village at night, and she was still the one who chained them up and burned them.

In the end, the guard became lonely.

The most important thing is that he clearly felt that he had done nothing, but inexplicably stuffed one expense after another. The expenses alone were enough to earn the income of a small village like Domremy for several years.

If it wasn't for the Holy Grail and no shortage of money, she would have kicked this prodigal man away!

"Sister Jenny!"

A blond-haired, blue-eyed little boy ran over with his short legs huffing and puffing, his clumsy steps staggered, and he even fell on the way.

Her younger brother Pierre was always like this, he didn't look at his feet in a panic, and then fell down with a snap, which made people feel distressed and funny.

After realizing that she was not suitable for raising children, Joan of Arc spent a lot of energy to build up the image of a big sister in the heart of Pierre, a brat, and made herself the object of admiration in his mind.

"Who beat you again?"

In fact, the way to make children worship themselves is very simple, just beat up the person who bullied him.

After Joan taught several ignorant little devils in succession, Pierre was already full of admiration for her.

As long as Pierre came to her, he would probably be bullied by others.

But this time the situation is a bit different, the little boy didn't have tears on his face, but said in panic:

"No, I told other friends before that you once rode a dragon, and it was so majestic to fly in the sky, they didn't believe it."

After listening to it, Joan curled her lips speechlessly, thinking that she thought it was a big deal, but this is the end?

"Believe it or not, you can't convince everyone."

Originally, she just made up some of her deeds to coax the children because she was bored, and she didn't expect these children to take it seriously.

People in ancient times came of age early, so as an adult, she naturally wouldn't mind this kind of thing, this is the calmness of adults.

"The problem is, what they don't believe is not that you haven't ridden a dragon hair before, but that they don't think you are amazing."

"Huh?" Jeanne frowned in disbelief.

Pierre said with an aggrieved face: "They said that you were shot down while riding a dragon, just like we were shot down when we shot a bird with a slingshot. You said that these people are not angry."

Joan of Arc immediately jumped up from under the tree, roaring excitedly:

"Who made the rumor!"

"I don't know. They all said it was your boyfriend who said it. Now all the friends in the village know about it."

"..."

This rumor is getting more and more outrageous.

Mo Yu almost immediately came to her mind.

It can't be anyone else but him.

It doesn't matter if she was beaten down, after all, she is too embarrassed to deny what happened, but what the hell is a boyfriend?

"go!"

Joan of Arc's beautiful face was suddenly clouded, and without saying a word, she dragged Pierre back to the village in a hurry.

The siblings, who had just walked to the entrance of the village, met Mo Yu who was sitting on a tree stump like a bard at the entrance of the village, telling stories.

What the hell is this guy doing?

As soon as Jeanne came, she was like a wolf walking into a flock of sheep, and was so frightened that the children surrounding Mo Yu screamed and ran away.

During this period of time, she seemed to be the king of children in the village, and wherever she went, the children cried like ghosts and howled like wolves.

Patting Pierre on the head to signal him to leave, Joan stared at Mo Yu who was sitting on the tree platform.

"What's the matter? Your Excellency the Holy Maiden." Mo Yu asked curiously with his shoulders in his arms.

This innocent expression immediately angered Joan of Arc, she reached out and touched Mo Yu's chest, and asked sharply:

"Do you still have the nerve to ask me back? Pierre told me all about it before."

Mo Yu rubbed his chin and replied with a smile: "The story you said about the dragon is not a rumor, after all, it was indeed brought down by me."

"It's obviously not the case! I'm talking about another rumor."

"Another rumor?"

Seeing Mo Yu's confused expression, Joan of Arc's face couldn't help but flush red. Could it be that he really wanted to play a fool?

She faltered and said: "That's..."

"that is?"

Mo Yu tilted his head slightly, his deep brown pupils were puzzled and confused.

"It's just... friends or something..."

The face of a certain person who was originally aggressively intending to ask the teacher for a crime turned red with embarrassment, and his voice was as thin as a mosquito, and he wanted to bury his head in his chest.

Mo Yu thought for a moment, then took out a reimbursement form from his pocket and handed it to Joan of Arc.

"Although I don't understand what you want to express, but it's all here. Please help me reimburse this list. I'm sorry."

Joan looked at the troublesome numbers on the list in astonishment, and her brain froze for a moment.

But three seconds later, she clenched the expense slip tightly in her hand, the veins on her forehead popped out, and she was about to burn the note, when she heard Isabella's smiling voice from behind.

"Ah, dating at the head of the village is not a good place. If you want more privacy, go under the fairy tree, but before that, can Joan help me with some housework?"

The girl stared blankly at the mother with an ambiguous face, then turned her head and stared at the boy who hadn't realized what happened, and suddenly realized.

The real murderer was Isabella!

Chapter 42 Encounter by the River

Seeing Isabella coming, Mo Yu politely greeted her.

Joan of Arc was completely stunned.

"Sorry, I'm here to ask Joan to go back to do housework, did I bother you?"

"It's okay, I'm planning to go around to relax. Speaking of which, madam, do you know where there is a relatively clean water source with few people?"

In his previous life, Mo Yu liked to take a bath, especially taking a bath, but the unclean water would contain a lot of impurities after being boiled, making it impossible for people to take a bath.

"A clean water source?"

Isabella glanced at Joan of Arc, smiled and said, "Yes~"

"It's work."

Mo Yu left leisurely after knowing the location.

Joan of Arc, who was dragged home by Isabella, had not recovered from the shock for a long time, and was still thinking about whether Mo Yu had reacted.

He must be so smart to realize it.

The rumor of her boyfriend was not from him but from Isabella, but she asked him to talk about it, which was simply a social death.

Hi, she is so angry!

Somewhat reluctantly, she helped Isabella clean up the rubbish in the yard, Joan of Arc wished to leave here as soon as possible.