Chapter 75, what about the village girl and saintess!
Saint Martha stared, put her hands on her hips, and a powerful aura came out of her body from these two simple actions.
It’s not that there is any prejudice against rural areas. In fact, people in rural areas are too familiar with each other and because they don’t have much fun, so they will try every means to have fun. People are so close to each other that it is easy to treat each other as playthings.
To put it simply, it is to joke with others and have fun.
For men, sometimes, because they are too familiar, they often speak uncontrollably, and their words become a little hard to accept.
As the eldest daughter, it can even be said that she was the head of the family at that time, so she naturally had to shoulder the responsibility of protecting her younger sister from being taught bad jokes by others at such an early age.
Naturally, Martha's character became more and more tough as she interacted with these people.
Joan of Arc stared at the Martha in front of her in stunned silence. These details were not written in the Gospel of Matthew. Of course, she had not read the Gospel. Seeing Martha like this, she felt...
I have mixed feelings. I feel that my idol image has collapsed. I feel that she is just like me and is a bit friendly. Of course, the most emotional thing is.
See how decisively she can tear off the saint's outer appearance and reveal her true colors.
Never forget that whether it is Giorgios - St. George, or Martha - St. Martha, or Jeanne d'Arc - Joan of Arc, the titles of these saints are not their own.
These titles were imposed on them by outsiders. No one asked them if they wanted to be a saint, and no one asked them if they really wanted to be a saint.
People talk to themselves and place all their hopes and desires on them, and then continue to endure the suffering with peace of mind, hoping that one day the saint will save them. They will convince themselves: After all, they are just ordinary people.
Let's leave things to the saints.
When encountering suffering, one will blame the saint for not coming.
When the saint comes, he will lament why he didn't come earlier.
Throw all risks to that deified ordinary person with peace of mind, and endure the suffering with peace of mind. Even if things don't get better, at least your mood will be much more relaxed.
In this way, they, who were originally ordinary people, turned into [saints], inherited people's thoughts, and had to act like saints in order to live up to the hopes they carried on their shoulders.
If it was just her, then forget it, but Martha just couldn't stand it, Jeanne looked like this.
Especially, when I saw her hiding in the hay house and falling onto the haystack, she had an unintentional look of happiness on her face.
"So what's the matter with the saint! Anyway, I was originally a peasant girl! I don't understand that kind of thing! If you say I don't look like a saint, then you can become a saint yourself. You can defeat Tarasque yourself.
That’s it! Really! Right!”
"Ah...ah, um."
By some strange coincidence, Jeanne nodded slightly, although there was still a slightly confused expression on her face.
"You too, no matter what the name Joan of Arc is! Whatever you want, do whatever you want! Let me ask you, just tell me your true feelings, do you want to save France?"
"think."
Not a moment's hesitation.
It is not out of the thinking of a saint, nor is it due to some kind of obligation, but simply from the bottom of my heart, wanting to help others and not wanting to see everyone in distress. [Those who are capable should help those who are incompetent.
, bear the weight of life for them] This is such a simple and innocent idea.
"Then, what about that dark woman with a face like yours?"
"Um... well, it's me too, right? Probably."
Jeanne looked troubled and responded awkwardly.
This is where she is most troubled.
No matter what, she didn't want to believe that she actually longed for such revenge deep down in her heart? She sorted out her heart, and indeed, when she was burned at the stake, she felt a sense of loss, but...
"I think that I have never hated anyone. Whether it is the archbishop or the people at that time, everyone in the UK just has a different position from me. I can also understand them."
Joan of Arc thought about it carefully, and sure enough, the answer was still this.
She has never hated anyone.
From the moment she received God's revelation, she was ready to die as a martyr.
For an extremely devout believer, martyrdom is not something to be hated.
"That's it! Then she must have been bewitched! Then grab her and give her a good beating! Then say, 'You are not me!' Then grab the devil who bewitched her and beat her, and then say
'Get away!' Everything is solved! There is nothing to worry about!"
Martha said, raised her fist, she clenched it, and heard the knuckles making a rattling sound. Just listening to it made people feel that this fist contained considerable power.
"Pfft...really, you are worthy of being the Saint Martha. How can you completely ignore worldly opinions to this extent?"
Joan of Arc smiled. How could any saint advise people to beat each other violently with their fists?
However, unexpectedly... I felt a lot more relaxed.
I was originally worried about how I would face my vengeful self. Would such a weak self be a hindrance? Moreover, as the [Flag] of the Anti-Evil Dragon Alliance, I could not show weakness easily. The result was this or that.
All the worries were solved by Martha with a fist.
Martha's face turned red and she defended herself: "I, that's the kind of person I am! What's wrong with being a saint? Anyway, I'm just a rude village girl! Occasionally I want to use my fists to solve everything!
This, this is accidental! It is a one-in-a-million situation! Yes, it is specially made for you! It is definitely not like this in nature!"
After saying this, Martha suddenly changed her words. It can be seen that if possible, she hopes not to expose this side of herself as much as possible. Joan of Arc felt deeply, as if she did not want others to know that she was better than
I prefer a haystack when I get up on a mattress, and I prefer a small wooden shrine to a spacious and luxurious cathedral.
"I understand, Lady Martha. Thank you very much for your teaching, eh!"
Joan of Arc also imitated her, clenching her fists, but her knuckles did not crack. She seemed to feel a little bad, so she squeezed again, but of course, there was still no sound. Unconvinced, she simply grabbed the knuckles of her left hand with her right hand.
He cracked his knuckles diagonally, and finally, this time, he made a slight clicking sound.
"You don't have to learn this kind of thing! How serious are you!!!"
"Well! Thank you, Lord Martha! You are indeed a saint recorded in the canon, and you are willing to use such a kind attitude for a village girl like me."
"Well, speaking of village girls, I am too. We are all village girls and saints. There is nothing wrong with that!"
"Yeah! Nothing bad!"
Joan of Arc finally smiled cheerfully.
"Ah, um, let me remind you, um, this is our little secret, in front of others, you, do you understand?"
Martha blushed and wanted to maintain her image as a saint.
"Yeah! I understand!"
Joan of Arc nodded repeatedly like a chicken pecking at rice.
In this way, Your Excellency the Saint, who is also a villager, reached a consensus in a small and dilapidated hay house.