"Please let me listen to your loving words in the morning. Because I rely on you, and let me know the way to go, and because my heart looks to you." - Bible.

Joan of Arc woke up in the back seat, and she noticed that her head and shoulders were being held in a warm and soft embrace, and the rest of her body was curled up in a narrow but comfortable bed. She moved her toes without feeling the constraints of her shoes and socks.

The first thing she saw was a quiet and beautiful face - Lily's head was tilted, her forehead was covered with the car window glass, her short black brown hair was slightly curved and messy, her mi-colored skin looked very warm and smooth in the white sky light, and the baby-like black eyes were looking out the window quietly, tightly holding her Joan of Arc could clearly feel her long breath and powerful heartbeat - Joan of Arc looked at the black eyes slowly moving his sight down, and then the perfect face gave a pleasant and childish smile: "Oh, you're awake, Joan of Arc." She said.

"Well, good morning, may the saint bless you." The girl from the monastery left the embrace of the same sex in shame. Even women in the monastery rarely have such close contact. They value the spiritual exercise rather than physical contact, but the human instinctive desire to touch and caress will always occupy the child's heart at some point.

Joan of Arc hurriedly straightened her upper body, and the coat she was wearing dropped from her shoulders on the floor of the carriage, covering the shoes she had dragged down at some point. She straightened her arms and picked it up and folded it neatly on her knees, put on her shoes, and slapped her scattered hair into the wide hat - before that it was thrown in the corner of the seat. Until her appearance was as neat as her heart, she finally sighed softly and looked at her watch. It was 5:00 in the morning, and outside the window were fleeting woods, fields, villages, kilometers and direction signs. The sky became brighter in seconds, and the mist on the ground had gradually dissipated, and the color of the scenery became tender and bright.

A cliff that stretched out into the air like a bird's beak caught her attention, "Ah, have we actually arrived in Baird?" Joan of Arc shouted softly, with a slight disbelief in his voice. They had crossed nearly 7,000 miles in 24 hours - cars, airliners, yachts, trains, and now back on the car - the continuous bumps told her that the road she was traveling is not very flat now, but it was one of the closest roads to the heart of the Holy Lords. It was originally a path formed by pilgrims and monks day after day through the forest. Later, people built it into a simple single-lane dirt road, but it was too rugged after all, so since more flat and wide avenues were built, it was almost abandoned by people.

Baird is a small town. It is only 500 miles away from the center of the Holy Principality, because there was a monk who was recognized as a "saint" by the Holy See, and Joan of Arc knew it. The power of faith made her mood suddenly rise, and even her weak body became lighter, "Listen, it is the bell of morning prayer..."

"I only smelled the scent of bread," the driver murmured.

The priest sitting beside him rowed a cross. As an important member of Salieri, he and another member of the operation team helped the two birds to reach their destination smoothly. In Sardinia, they had secret protection from the power of the country and Salieri, and after leaving the country, they only needed to test their limits of their abilities. After they were close to the Holy Principality, they did not take trains, ships and other proof of identity. The two Western Sardinian mobs directly used cash to get a car, gasoline, food and water, and plunged into the mountain road without monitoring equipment, and advanced at a high speed on the winding narrow roads in extreme danger.

In just a few hours, they can reach a safe place, but before that... the priest considered whether he needed to rest here. Although Joan of Arc's injuries in Sardinia were treated with activator provided by Lily, the impact of his mental illness could not be cured in one or two days. In addition, he stayed asleep and had a long journey of tense mental tension. Even as a professional thug, they felt that they could not support it. He stroked the inner bag of his coat. The metal cigarette case inside it was

It is not a cigar, but something similar to a sealed glass bottle injection. The golden glowing liquid inside can save a life when necessary. However, Tang Xude Salieri said that to put it simply, these things are the "quantity" of premature cell division and proliferation. If you are not dying or have an incurable terminal illness, it is just because of the fatigue and pain that can endure and recover by yourself. If you use it, you may only shorten your original lifespan in addition to making yourself more comfortable.

At this time, the car had already entered the town, and the shaking of the car body was even more powerful, because the roads on the town were covered with round pebbles, and the speed of the vehicle could not be slower. The early residents walked past the car in groups of three or three, their eyes full of friendship and curiosity - they did not resist outsiders. Nearby priests and nannies often came to express their gratitude and pray, and occasionally devout believers came to pilgrimage in groups of three or three - although this place was very remote, and the cannoned monks were listed as holy items in a terrible climax when the Holy See reached a terrible climax in the 17th century when the cannonized saints of the Holy See reached a terrible climax. He was not even a saint of the Lord (the cannon of a saint is the saint, which means that the saint's prayer on a certain side was particularly effective).

Isn't it? They had just entered the central square of the town - a well in the center, which was a small square that was often used by people for parties or as a market. From here, you can see a large stone on the slope in the distance. Several nuns were surrounding it. Some were lying down and rubbing the ground with their faces, while others bowed their heads and prayed silently. When the vehicle passed, the driver with a pair of sharp eyes saw two subtle cracks on it.

"That is the residence of the saint - he has been fighting the earthly, the flesh, and the devil all his life, but only in this isolated residence has finally won the final victory." Joan of Arc, who also prayed silently, whispered: "One of the two cracks is used to listen, and the other is used to speak, and he never contacts people. In order to do this, he only comes out at night to loosen the soil of the master's fields, or weave baskets, and hang some herbs at the door, because he accepts the gifts of people, but carves the words of the Lord on the rocks, so that the light of the Lord shines all things in the world."

Under the guidance of Joan of Arc, they indeed saw the inspiration of God on the rocks on both sides of the town road. In the fifteenth century, if they wanted to carve on the rocks, the only two tools were probably hammers and chisels. But those teachings, supervision, corrections, and teachings are beneficial, so that those who belong to God can be perfected, and the inscriptions for preparing to do all kinds of good deeds are still beautifully written and neatly arranged.

Lily gently pressed her chest. Although the Sardinian religion only recognized the sages and not the saints enthroned by the Holy See, the young believer was still moved by the miraculous actions of this monk, and her heart began to beat rapidly.

She had to close her eyes and pray silently, but this effective method in the past enhanced the discomfort - hesitation for a moment. She still threw a "momental search". Alex once said that her intuition was the sharpest weapon and the best shield, and she always believed him more than her own.

Two nuns walked out at the corner in front of the vehicle. They walked along the wall, one in front and one behind, with kind faces and a calm expression, looking at the ground, their monastic clothes were wide and large, washed straight, and their hands were hidden under the sacred black garment.

At that moment, Lily's head seemed to be thrown into a red soldering iron. Every nerve in her was whirling.

"Run over!" She didn't make a sound, but the vehicle rushed forward almost at the same time under the driver's control - a bright sharp blade cut through the morning air and the vehicle's trunk.

But at this moment they had already rushed through the interception of two "fools".

The car jumped up and down violently, constantly increasing its speed. Soon, they saw the natural self-generated rock bridge leading to the holy land. It was extremely wide and thick, with both ends integrated with the cliff, and looked very stunning. Unfortunately, it still did not persist until they reached the safe side due to the external force.

In the dazzling flash, countless stones pouring down like waterfalls and cars fell to the valley covered with pine and fir trees.

Joan of Arc grabbed Lily's arm tightly, "Saint-Jew... forgive my sins," she said, "I'm here."

She closed her eyes and waited for death to come, but the feeling of weightlessness caused by the sudden fall had not yet disappeared, and another powerful force was applied to the vehicle and the human inside.

Joan of Arc opened his closed eyes in a violent shaking, and Lily smiled at her. Her naked skin, hair, face, body, and arms were shrouded in a layer of sacred soft light. Her facial features became blurred, making it impossible for people to describe this beauty that does not belong to the world in detail.

There seemed to be a huge dragon dormant under the vehicle. It was awakened, flipped its body and lifted up the humans and their vehicles. The furry, crispy and tender goose yellow tree buds poked their heads out of the window, and in a blink of an eye it was replaced by thick green branches and leaves. The solid branches were connected to the broken rock bridge in an instant. The engine of the vehicle was still roaring, and as soon as the four wheels touched the driver on the field, they immediately accelerated.

Behind them are plants that are still growing. Lush trees and vines fill every gap in the valley. When they send Lily and others to the other side, they also block the "fools" who come to pursue them.

"Isn't this a miracle he gave to praise the sage?"

One of the "fools" shouted in surprise, in return for a cold glance of the leader.

"Look at it." He said coldly.

The momentum of the tsunami formed by various greens lasted for about a minute, causing a huge shading and suddenly stopped, and withered from the top and collapsed. The gray-black powder carries a strong dead air, which is as rotten and shriveled as the devil's dandruff, and falls down one after another.

The "fools" retreated uneasily, and they did not want such ominous things to touch their bodies.

"The devil can disguise himself as he pleases, but they love to wear the mask of the saint, because this image and his evil innermost can best lure the unstable toward destruction."

The leader said contemptuously and sadly, "It will be difficult for this valley to grow any plant in a hundred years."!~!

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