When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

“Hehehe, bread's here.” Holding a tray with thin slices of bread, Madelaine handed them out to the high-ranking officials of the Papal States in the tent.

The evening sun shone through the doorway, casting a layer of gold on the ground.

Inside the small tent, the brazier emitted a dim red light, and bishops and high-ranking members of the Knights gathered.

Some were washing their faces, others were rubbing their feet, and still others were drying their clothes.

Near a straw bed, Jeanne held a bowl of medicinal soup, trying to force Fric to drink it.

Clenching his teeth, Fric protested that there was no wine in it, so he couldn't drink it.

“Are you trying to poison me? You just want to drink!” Jeanne retorted, “I promised Madelaine that I would make you drink it before he returned.”

“I'm strong and can handle it. Give it to the sick believers who caught a cold,” the emaciated Fric shouted.

Earlier, when walking on the high platform of the mountains, many villagers fell ill, and Horn delayed dealing with it.

Perhaps it was due to overwork or the瘴气 of the swamp, but suddenly there was a large outbreak, with more than three hundred patients, forcing them to set up camp early to treat these patients.

Fortunately, it was not an infectious disease, or Horn would have been in trouble.

Until now, Horn was still outside dealing with the problem of villagers getting sick with the elders.

Taking the bread from Madelaine, Grampuwen looked at the pancake with filling, which was neither a pie nor bread, somewhat dazed.

“Is this bread?”

“There is no bread oven, and not enough time, so I can't bake filled bread, so I can only make do,” Madelaine wiped his hands on his apron and walked towards Fric.

“Okay, Grandpa Fric, don't make it difficult for Jeanne, just drink it,” Madelaine put the bread in Fric's hand, “Try it, it's a side dish for the medicine.”

Taking the thin bread and putting it in his mouth, Fric still refused to drink the medicine: “Shouldn't we arrive at Jeanne d'Arc Castle in about ten days?”

“Probably, I hope we can arrive before mid-November, otherwise it will be too cold.”

“Have you met Duke Kush, the one named Danner?”

“I heard about Duke Kush from Dean Juanno, he is a very enlightened nobleman.” Madelaine sat by Fric's bed, “He may be a bit arrogant and timid, but he is very good to the Thousand River Valley people.”

“What are you going to do when you go to Jeanne d'Arc Castle?” Fric brought up this topic again.

“I don't know, I'll find Lord Danner first and ask him to contact Dean Juanno. Maybe I'll just settle down in Jeanne d'Arc Castle.”

“Aren't you going to clear your name?”

“Clear what? It's meaningless. Who cares about stealing bread?”

“Hmph.” With a snort, Fric gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and swallowed the bitter and spicy medicinal soup.

He only had a mild fever and was not a soldier, so he couldn't enjoy allicin.

“Seriously, I'm really going to open a bakery. You can be my assistant. What's mine is yours, just like when I hid in your house back then.”

“Aren't you afraid of being caught?”

Madelaine smiled: “Even the Edict couldn't catch me, how could they catch me? If you're really afraid, then let's change our names. You change your name to Cosette, and I'll change mine to Jean Valjean.

Besides, that's Duke Kush's territory. He and I are both students of Dean Juanno, so he will definitely be willing to help us.”

“Don't, Cosette sounds like a woman's name.” Fric laughed, he asked Grampuwen, who was drying his clothes by the brazier, “Brother Grampuwen, what are you going to do in the future?”

“I haven't decided yet, maybe I'll go to Blackwater Bay to be a wandering artist, but before that, I'm going to hold a wedding with Dia in Jeanne d'Arc Castle.

We haven't had a wedding yet, I want to give her a surprise, don't tell her, and you all have to come if you have time.”

“Definitely, Cosette, what about you?”

“I'll go wherever Grandpa Wan Piao goes.” Cosette's face was a bit sad, he had already foreseen that he would have to go to Black Serpent Bay.

“Brother Sissi, what about you?”

Sissi, barefoot, was picking blisters on his feet with a needle, and replied indifferently: “Change my appearance and hide for a few months, then go out to work again.”

“Brother Chilvis, what about you? Are you going to Jeanne d'Arc Castle too?”

“Yes, I can't stay in the Hedge Village anymore. I'll continue to do my old job, save some money, buy a few acres of land, and take in a kid to take care of me in my old age.”

“No ambition.” Jeanne sat by the brazier, “Isn't that Duke Kush planning to revolt? I want to participate and drive the church away, otherwise your lives will just be castles in the air.”

“Excuse me, it's castles in the sky.” Sissi couldn't help but laugh when she saw Jeanne's flushed face.

Watching Fric drink the last mouthful of medicinal soup, Madelaine said in a muffled voice: “You've asked everyone, what are you going to do in the future?”

“First, I'll quit drinking, quit my addiction, and then go to a tavern to play the piano and sing until I die.”

“You? Quit drinking?” Even the always calm Sissi was surprised, “Is this a dream?”

Jeanne muttered: “I don't know who was shouting just now that they wouldn't drink medicine without wine.”

“I'll quit when I go to Jeanne d'Arc Castle.” Fric said stubbornly.

Chilvis sighed with great regret: “That's a pity, I wanted you to be my first customer.”

“Fuck you.” Fric spat at Chilvis.

Seemingly thinking of something, Madelaine took out a small ruler from his bag, with a line of French that he couldn't understand.

“What does it mean? You're going to hit me if I drink?” Fric became alert.

“Uncle Fric, this was given to me by Dean Juanno. I used to be an alcoholic too. Dean Juanno said that if I wanted to drink, I should hit the back of my hand with this soft ruler, and then I slowly quit.” Madelaine handed the ruler to Fric, “You can definitely quit too.”

“Hit myself? Isn't that sick? I'm not an ascetic.” Saying so, Fric still honestly accepted the gift and carefully put it in his arms.

Cleaning up Fric's dirty bowl, Madelaine stood up, took a step forward, but his body swayed unnaturally.

Then, in full view of everyone, Madelaine fell straight forward.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Fric immediately reached out and grabbed Madelaine's hem, almost dragging himself off the bed.

“What's going on?” Several people nearby immediately dropped what they were doing and came over to help the two.

Sitting up on the muddy ground, Fric cursed with a dirt-covered face: “This muddle-headed child, he has a fever too, I guess he doesn't even know.”

Sissi stepped forward and touched Madelaine's forehead, while Grampuwen stood at the door of the tent and shouted to several black-hat medical soldiers.

Several medical soldiers stepped forward and carried Madelaine onto a stretcher, moving him to the severely ill camp on the other side.

Seeing Madelaine being carried out of the tent, Fric sighed softly. Just as the medicinal soup took effect, he covered his head with the quilt and fell asleep.

Sitting by the brazier, Jeanne continued to read the book “Knight Sifar”, she could already understand one-third of the text.

“Sister Sissi.” After reading for a while, Jeanne put down the book, “Why does this book always call the Thousand River Valley people Kushites?”

“The Thousand River Valley people are originally called Kushites.” Taking a pizza with her foot-rubbed hand, Sissi explained, “The beastmen and Norn people are the natives of the Thousand River Valley area.”

Jeanne asked curiously: “Where did this come from?”

“The real hometown of the Thousand River Valley people is on the front line of the Three Great Knights and the Vampire battlefield, which is the Kush River Prairie.”

“Haven't we already made peace with the vampires?” Grampuwen asked.

“Yes, but the ogre warlords are not entirely the vampires' dogs, and the lower vampire nobles are also trying to get ahead with military exploits. Some vampire nobles also hold titles and claims in many places in the Empire.”

The Kushites are the natives of the Kush River Prairie, and they are a semi-agricultural and semi-pastoral people. Later, under the influence of the El Empire, they converted to primitive Messiahism.

Soon after, the vampire army invaded the imperial capital, and the El nobles and legions fled in panic. The Kush River Prairie fell under the rule of the Flesh Court.

According to the Flesh Court's four-class system, they belonged to the lowest class of blood slaves, with a status infinitely close to that of skeleton laborers.

Under long-term oppression, the Kushites could no longer endure it, so they launched an uprising and migrated from their hometown to the Thousand River Valley.

“According to legend, the person who led the Kushites to revolt was named Shelley. The Holy Father sent the saint Jeanne to transform into a woman and lie in the Kush River.

No one who passed by rescued her, only Shelley jumped into the turbulent Kush River to rescue her.

So Jeanne told him 'In the high land of the East, is the destined place of the Kushites', which led to the subsequent uprising and migration.

This is the famous 'She Jeanne, Lies in Kush' story in the church's gospel.” Not knowing when, Horn came in from outside and explained to everyone with a smile.

“The place we are going to is Jeanne d'Arc Castle.” Sissi also laughed, “Our Kush Duke Danner is a descendant of the saint Shelley.

He once said that his ancestors brought us here, and he will definitely be responsible for us. This is the oath of their family for thousands of years.”

ps: The chapter number is wrong, I'll eat first, and I'll contact the editor to change it later (after the VIP chapter is released on Qidian, the chapter name is not allowed to be changed, I can't hold it)