Michael expressed some confusion about Joan's behavior. He had long noticed the girl next to him. During this banquet, although the most powerful celebrities in the entire city gathered together, trying hard to show themselves in front of Michael, but what really made him There is no human being that Michael admires from the bottom of his heart than this new saint of the Illuminati who has been sitting next to him.
Michael, who has lived for a thousand years, has a high vision and profound knowledge. The knowledge of ordinary humans is completely different from that of ordinary humans. However, this new saint is like the finishing touch among all living beings, no matter what the topic of discussion is. Astronomy, geography, history, local customs, war strategies, this girl seems to be able to master them all with ease. In fact, she is also good at singing, playing music, and dancing in long-sleeved clothes, which really amazed this singing and dancing event!
Michael made a hypothesis, assuming that if there was not such a person who could not only perform on the stage, but also sit side by side with him and talk freely in his free time, then the reception would definitely be overshadowed.
And this is the only person who makes him interesting, and now he actually jumps out to stop him from drinking? Although Michael was a little unhappy, he just bypassed Jeanne's hand and took the wine bottle from Lambert's hand.
"Lord Michael, please don't drink any more. No matter how rich the wine is, it can't melt away sadness or loneliness." Joan of Arc's hand pressed directly on Michael's strong arm this time. Her action made Lambert beside him tremble in fright.
"Doesn't this stupid village woman not know how powerful the archangel in front of her is! If she offends him, he won't be able to kill him even in this city! God of Light bless you, God of Light bless you!"
Lambert scolded Joan of Arc countless times in his mind and secretly crossed himself on his chest, praying constantly to the God of Light. The legendary angel in front of him would not be angry because of the reckless behavior of Joan of Arc, a village girl.
Although it is not known whether the God of Light heard Lambert's prayer, Michael, who has the ability to read minds, did hear his inner voice and felt a little unhappy because of it.
"Back off!"
Michael's voice exploded in Lambert's mind. At that moment, Lambert's mind went blank. All that was left was his body, which was still walking back mechanically until it disappeared from Michael's sight. beyond the end.
After drinking away Lambert, Michael looked straight at Joan of Arc. Although there was no trace of murderous intent in his eyes, they were full of the sense of oppression from a high position.
However, Joan of Arc did not give in. Her pure blue eyes looked directly at Michael, and her hand never let go of Michael's arm, showing no sign of giving in.
The two just stared at each other in silence for a long time, and Michael was the first to be defeated. Although for Michael, Joan's hands were gentler than his feathers, and he could shake off this annoying feather at any time if he wanted to. However, he did not choose to do that.
What made him feel frustrated was the coexistence of tenderness and care in Jeanne's eyes.
"Those ordinary people sitting in the second seat are either mindless worshipers, unreasonable fears, or calculating the value of using me. But you, Joan of Arc, why aren't you afraid of me?" Michael's The voice sounded in Jeanne's mind.
"God of Light, you are my faith, how can I be afraid of my faith?" Joan of Arc said, her voice like a clear mountain spring, slowly flowing through Michael's cold heart.
"Then you have devoted all your energy to serving me. What do you want?"
"For the public, you seek the protection of the heavens so that the empire can prosper for a hundred years; for the private, you are the representative of the heavens and the embodiment of faith. Serve for the faith. This life of Joan of Arc is enough."
Michael was silent for a few seconds. Even though he had just secretly opened his senses, he still couldn't detect the slightest wavering in Joan's words. In this situation, if it weren't for someone who was mentally strong enough to compete with him and was good at lying, there was only one possibility left - Joan's words were completely sincere.
If this is the case, then Michael only has one last question left.
"This banquet is just a cover-up. The real purpose of you mortals is to control me!"
