Egil looked at Joan of Arc's longing gaze and was a little speechless. He seemed to be coming to Joan of Arc for spiritual comfort. It was not here to comfort Joan of Arc's soul. Although that was good... Forget it, don't he.

So Egil organized the language a little and said to Joan of Arc: "Do you think the current Catholic church can represent Jesus Christ?" Joan of Arc shook his head: "I don't know."

"So, what do you see in your daily life?" Egil continued, "Indeed, there are many people among the priests who insist on hard work, live in poverty, and are extremely pious. But more of them are all rogues. They eat the best food, drink the best wine, live in houses called monasteries, but in fact they are huge castles and palaces. They have a lot of fields and other assets for them to squander. They still don't have enough, and they have to charge tithess! And they have to sell indulgences! What's more damn is that these bastards don't give me the tax on a copper plate. I mean the country!" Without the last word, Joan of Arc would really regard Egil as a cynical excellent theologian...

"What you said may make some sense." Joan of Arc nodded, adding the words "maybe" and "some" to his language: "The corruption of some priests is indeed a fact.

But will the entire church be denied?”

"Of course not." Egil shook his head: "As I said, priests are good and bad, and they cannot generalize by all odds. But, Joan of Arc, you need to know one thing: no matter how much a priest hates another priest, no matter how much he wants him to die. But when outsiders say other nobles, knights, or theologians, or something else, accuse the priest, another priest will still say good things to him, because they are one. They believe that only priests can blame another priests. Only the pope can judge whether a priest is guilty.

So maybe you just want to deal with one, or a few, or just that part of corrupt and deteriorating priests. But you will eventually appear. The opposite side of yours is the entire Roman Catholic Church." Egil snorted, looking very disdainful: "So, if you want to completely change all this, so-called compromise, cooperation or reform are meaningless and impossible to succeed. Only by completely destroying the old one and then rebuilding the new one! Use previous failures as a warning and lesson. Only in this way can you create a better, more in line with the people, and closer to God's true intentions (and more conducive to my rule) church!" Joan of Arc was stunned when he heard Egil say this and was stunned by God. Destroying the Catholic Church and then establishing a new one? Is he crazy? Or is he going to be unable to get along with the believers in Europe?

"So, Joan of Arc, what do you think?" Egil spoke a little more and felt a little dry. Of course, it might have been because he looked at Joan of Arc's anger outfit.

"How about that?" To be honest, Joan of Arc didn't expect Egil to tell her such a surprising thing, and then he would hold her hands and ask her how it was. She didn't expect Egil, a person who didn't seem to have any theological cells, could actually answer her questions. She originally wanted to complain. She didn't have such ambitions as Egil, who wanted to change the entire Catholic Church or something.

"This...isn't it okay?" Joan of Arc replied.

"Sure enough, do you think it's good too?" Egil directly increased what Joan of Arc said by two orders of magnitude. Then he looked at Joan of Arc with his eyes lit up: "I knew you would definitely support me. There would be no problem in this way."

"What's fine?" Joan of Arc asked strangely.

"The problem of overthrowing the Holy See and re-establishing a new, real, pure church." Egil said for granted.

"…Well, does this have anything to do with me?" Joan of Arc finally couldn't help but say such words.

"How could it not matter?!" Egil looked surprised: "Because you were the one I chose, the best candidate to build this church."

"I?!"

"Yes, Joan of Arc. Because you have the power to convince everyone in the world." Egil said: "Even a king like me who is unforgivable has the tendency to be influenced by you after meeting you. Are you the best candidate?" "But but I" Joan of Arc was not mentally prepared at all. In a very difficult situation, Egil told such a thing. He was confused and didn't know what to do.

"So, Joan of Arc, are you willing to do your best to make this world, this unlovable human being, and this extremely distorted world. Even if you lose your life for it? In the extremely bad situation, you were willing to come out and fight for France. So, do you still have such courage?...,

"I do want to, but I..." "Would you believe me, Joan of Arc?" Egil interrupted Joan of Arc before he could finish speaking and asked.

"I" Joan of Arc did want to say "not willing to believe it". But her intuition told her that if she really said such things, there would definitely be some very bad things to live. And that was definitely the worst case.

"I do." In the end, Joan of Arc replied.

"Then feel at ease. Give me everything. Don't worry, the world will get better and better." Egil walked over and hugged Joan of Arc gently.

"Don't let me down, Egil." Joan of Arc finally gave up and continued to think, hugged Egil gently, leaning on Egil's not very wide shoulder, and whispered in a low voice as if he was muttering.

In this way, the two were immersed in a rare sense of happiness. After a while, a very childish voice came from the door.

"Ms. Joan of Arc, I brought my clothes. I bought them from the village next to me, and I had twenty-five copper plates... Wait?"

Fourteen years old, the young nun Maria opened the curtain and walked in. Then she saw Sister Joan of Arc who she admired very much, and the handsome one who looked very handsome. Her former master, King Egil, closed her eyes and hugged each other...

"Sweeping away." Egil thought to hug Joan of Arc for a while, and then took the opportunity to hug Joan of Arc. However, it seemed that this plan would not be implemented. Looking at the curious expression of the young nun, Egil coughed for a while, and then said, "Miss Maria, did you see something just now?"

The nun didn't know if he was really stupid or pretended to be stupid. He completely ignored the threatening meaning implicit in Egil's tone and nodded generously to admit: "I saw it just now, His Majesty and Ms. Joan of Arc hugged each other."

Egil was silent for a while, and then continued, "Actually, I was discussing some theology-related matters with Sister Joan of Arc before. In the position just now, you seemed to be hugging each other, but that was actually the result of my practice and discussion with Sister Joan of Arc." "Is that true? Ms. Joan of Arc?" The young nun turned over curiously and asked Joan of Arc. At this moment, Joan of Arc could only nod and admit it with a red face.

"Oh, then, what theological issues are there?" the young nun asked.

At this moment, Egil had completely recovered from his embarrassment. For King Norman, who usually treats lies as white chicken and eats bread, this time, he has been enough to think of many good excuses. So Egil was not defeated by the question of the young nun at all. Instead, he replied calmly: "It is the theory of the Trinity.

You know the so-called Trinity, but what exactly is the state of Trinity? Sister Joan of Arc and I are practicing this problem."

The nun nodded: "So he wants to hug each other, right?"

"That's right." Egil nodded.

"But if the Trinity is the one, shouldn't the three of them be together? The little nun asked.

"Because Sister Joan of Arc and I had a temporary idea, we didn't have much preparation. But there were only two of us in the tent." Egil replied without hesitation.

"Oh. So that's it." The little nun looked like he suddenly realized: "So can I participate in it? Although I don't know much, I should be able to help at least. Three people are better than two."

"Ah hahahahahahahaha" Egil laughed, although the last bit of laughter was a little out of tune because Joan of Arc pinched his back very hard. However, the effect was still good: "Okay, wait until you are a little older and come to discuss the trinity with us." So Joan of Arc tried harder behind him.

"I'm not young anymore. Many of those girls of my age are already married." The young nun complained.

"…Think about it carefully, this era is actually good. Also, Joan of Arc should not use so much force, I can't help it." Egil murmured in a low voice.

So Egil's temptation was destroyed because of a cute young nun who had reached the legal age of marriage. However, it cannot be said that Egil's temptation behavior this time was completely useless. He came up with at least two answers: First, Joan of Arc, who belonged entirely to him (not to God), would support himself in his relatively fierce things that he had fought against the Catholic Church. Second, the nun of the nun was a fool.

That's it.@.
Chapter completed!