About twenty minutes later, the nun estimated the time for Joan of Arc to finish her breakfast (lunch?) and came into the room again: "Next, please ask the saint to follow me to the bathroom. After bathing and changing clothes, I will go to see the Pope."
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"Of course." Joan of Arc suppressed the anxiety in her heart and replied calmly. She was now inside the Vatican, and she didn't know whether the church was an enemy or a friend, so she didn't dare to act rashly. This nun temporarily called her a saint, and
The church seems to have arranged the "death" of Joan of Arc and had another substitute accept the death penalty in Joan's place.
It seems that the church has no intention of actually getting rid of Joan of Arc, but it goes to great lengths to make the world think that Joan of Arc is dead. What is their purpose in doing this?
Full of doubts and careful actions, Joan of Arc washed herself and put on a gorgeous white gold-embellished nun's dress. She was led by the nun to see the Pope. She waited in a small room for about half an hour.
, the Pope slowly walked in from another entrance of the room.
The person who appeared in front of Joan of Arc was the highest religious leader of the Holy See, Pope Eugene IV. Under the white robe, the dark and thin old man looked amiable and amiable, and did not seem to be as popular as a pope.
of majesty.
Joan of Arc was a little stunned because she had never seen this pope before. The previous pope was Martin V. Joan of Arc had seen the pope's face from a distance on some occasion before, so naturally he looked different from the pope.
As for the new pope, I don’t know when he suddenly took office.
By the way. Joan of Arc had never heard of the death of the old pope before she fell into a coma. So it is very likely that the newly appointed Pope Eugene IV happened to be in the period from May 1430 to June 1431.
At that time, Joan of Arc took over from the previous pope. At that time, Joan of Arc fell into a special coma and knew nothing about the major events happening in the world.
But, are there really such coincidences in the world? ------ Joan of Arc, who firmly believes in God, also believes deeply in fate. She knows that everything that happens in the world is not accidental, everything is inevitable. The old Pope Martin V may have some kind of fate.
It is unclear whether the person who was "banned" for various reasons died or was forced to step down, and whether there was some kind of conspiracy. However, the church brought Joan to the Vatican and announced that Joan was dead.
, made such a big move during this year, maybe it has some connection with the alternation of the papal office.
My head hurts. I feel like my IQ is not enough. Joan frowned. Or maybe her IQ is only at the level of a normal person, and there are not enough clues to further deduce and straighten out the whole story.
We can only speculate based on what the Pope said next.
"Hello, Joan of Arc." Eugene IV directly admitted Joan of Arc's identity: "First of all, let me apologize. The church had to find a way to fabricate your death. You were accused of being a heretic and eventually burned to death.
At the stake. The general public also believed so. However, a few insiders within the Vatican have recognized your status as a saint. Unfortunately, we are currently unable to announce this to the outside world. In order to allow our plan to proceed smoothly, your canonization ceremony
It will take about five hundred years before it can be held."
"Actually, I don't care whether people call me a saint. My only wish is to save France." Joan of Arc said lightly.
The Pope nodded slightly: "And you have done it. The Hundred Years War has completely ended. There may be some minor quarrels between Britain and France from now on, but they will not break out into a real war of aggression."
Joan of Arc also nodded and replied neither humble nor arrogantly: "I hope so."
She firmly believes in the innate kindness of human beings, but in these years of war, she has also witnessed the evil and cruelty in human hearts. Even she cannot correctly judge which one is human nature. Or,
Because we are human beings, we have two opposite sides of good and evil at the same time.
She looked directly at Pope Eugene IV, trying to find some kindness or malice in the old man's calm expression, but she could not detect anything. The Pope was unfathomable.
"So," the girl asked tentatively, "What is the purpose of the church...?"
"Please take a seat." The Pope emphasized that Joan should sit down, probably waiting for the girl to sit face to face with him before they could talk further.
Joan of Arc had no choice but to sit down at the small table where only two people could sit across from each other. When she did this, the door of the small room was also closed from the outside. There were probably the eyes and ears of the church everywhere.
"Before I answer you everything, I want to ask you something first." The pope took something out of his arms, held it in his palm, and put his clenched right fist on the table: "Do you believe in the existence of paradise, Holy Spirit?"
Lady?"
"Paradise refers to...Eden?"
"Yes. That holy land flowing with milk and honeydew." The Pope nodded: "It is beautiful and spacious, and it was a paradise that once belonged to humans. Before humans were expelled from the paradise, everything in it was so perfect.
There is no [misfortune] in it, there is only [happiness]."
"But humans committed the [original sin] and were expelled from Eden." The girl replied lightly: "Now there is no way to go back, and we don't know where it is."
The Pope smiled and slowly opened his palm: "The entrance to Eden is here. This is the road to Paradise."
In the palm of his hand, there is an extremely weird-looking tree species, a [twin tree species] formed by intertwining blue and red. It is a wonderful ancient artifact that seems to have existed thousands of years ago.
Joan of Arc couldn't help but wonder: "Is this the entrance to paradise? It looks like just a strange-looking seed..."
"This is one of the entrances to [Paradise]. Yes." The Pope nodded: "All [Seeds of Eden] are connected to the same [Paradise], and this is the most powerful one. It is five hundred years old."
It was something that a priest discovered in a certain historic site on the British Isles. Through some special method, it can temporarily open the way to [Paradise]."
"......temporary?"
"We have sent people into the paradise before. However, because the opening method is not complete, it is time-sensitive, and those who enter the paradise will eventually be expelled. What is left is only the beautiful memory of being in the paradise, but it cannot stay there forever.
"
Joan of Arc frowned. She gradually guessed what the Pope and the Church wanted to do.
"And you guessed it right, the key to paradise is [the blood of the saints]." Eugene IV took out another small bottle. The glass bottle contained some mysterious dark red liquid that Joan of Arc could not see through. He took it
Dropped on the Seed of Eden.
Subtle changes gradually appeared in the tree species.
"Human blood is dirty. One thousand three hundred and ninety-six years ago, a certain Holy Son used his own life to redeem mankind's original sin, and used his incomparably clean holy blood to wash away the filth of the world. Only then did
It gives humans the qualifications to enter paradise. But human blood can never be compared with the blood of saints. Human dirty blood cannot open the door to paradise, only the blood of true saints can."
Light gradually appeared on the tree species. A milky white light pillar continued to extend upward, looking extremely sacred.
"This is the blood of the Holy Lady. And it opens the paradise." The pope encouraged: "Touch that light, go in and have a look. Whether this paradise is a real paradise or a fake paradise, please use your own eyes to confirm
."
Joan of Arc swallowed her saliva, carefully stretched out her hand, and touched the light with her fingertips. The light instantly flooded her whole body, as if it was pulling her consciousness far away, to the end of time.
There, everything is lush and green.
There, the temperature is pleasant, the breeze is gentle, and the air is filled with the faint fragrance of flowers and herbs.
There, nothing hurts anyone or harms anything, and all misfortunes cannot stop and fly far away, and the true happiness will stay here forever.
Joan of Arc was weeping. What was before her eyes was such a beautiful scene that she could not describe it with the words she had learned all her life, and with her most beautiful words.
There is a certain holy, peaceful, and peaceful atmosphere that permeates this place, and even the most stupid person in the world can feel it with his whole heart and soul.
This is paradise. There is no doubt that just by looking at it there is no need to doubt. It must be paradise.
How incredible. A wonderful little tree species actually brought Joan of Arc to a place like this. This place is as beautiful as a dream, but everything looks so real.
A tiger slowly walked past Jeanne. When Jeanne noticed it, her whole body froze. She was still on guard for fear of being attacked by the beast. However, the tiger obviously had no interest in Jeanne's flesh.
He looked at the fruit on the tree with his eyes, seeming to indicate to Jeanne to help him pick it.
The girl carefully picked off the plump and juicy yellow fruit of unknown variety, and boldly presented it to the tiger.
Everything here is extremely rich, flowing with milk and honeydew, because this is paradise.
The tiger opened its mouth and bit the fruit away, but it was extremely gentle when biting, without hurting Jeanne's hand at all. It ate the fruit deliciously, with a satisfied look on its face. The girl boldly reached out and touched the tiger's head.
It looked like it was enjoying itself, and it was like a docile big cat. It licked the hair of its forelimbs leisurely and lay lazily on the ground; while a beautiful blue butterfly also landed gracefully and settled on the big cat's nose.
Although it was very itchy, the tiger couldn't hold back from sneezing.
Everything here is harmless to people and harmless, because this is a paradise.
------How could Joan of Arc not believe it after witnessing all this?
However, the paradise is a paradise after all, and it does not intend for Joan of Arc to stay there forever. The girl felt an invisible but huge force pulling behind her, and began to pull her out in the opposite direction of the paradise. It was only a matter of a moment.
After another ray of white light, the girl had returned to the small room where she was, staring at the [Seed of Eden] in front of her, dazed and filled with tears. The feeling of witnessing the paradise with her own eyes was absolutely impossible to conceal.
The holy light on that tree has faded away. It even rejected Joan of Arc. It needs [something else] before it will allow more people to enter Paradise.
"You should have seen Paradise with your own eyes, right? Lady Saint?" The Pope asked unhurriedly: "So, have you decided to cooperate with us?" (To be continued)