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The town of Ido was a completely unknown town in Hollevin. But it had become famous recently. The reason was simple. The Holy Lady of Wealth theology had come to Ido to help the poor in person.
The move of the Church of Wealth to send Priests to the countryside caused a great reaction in Hollevin. Many people were even more surprised that the Holy Lady was fighting on the frontline.
Saintess Joan was wielding a hoe under the scorching sun. Her hair was wrapped in a gray linen cloth, and her clothes were made of linen. There was not a single drop of sweat on her forehead. As a real Holy Lady, she had reached the Elite level, and heavy labor like farm work was no longer a problem for her.
Next to her, many young Priests and old farmers were hoeing the fields. The young Priests occasionally peeped at the Holy Lady while they were working.
Joan was getting more and more beautiful. She wasn't as pretty as Emma and Shirley, but she was still a top beauty. More importantly, she was the only one among the top beauties in Woking who hadn't been "killed" by Pope.
So, she was very popular.
Joan knew that many young men were peeping at her, but she didn't care at all. She didn't even feel anything.
Her dream was to realize her ambitions and increase her personal value. She wasn't here to date young talents and waste her time.
Having worked on the farm since she was a kid, she soon finished hoeing the field she was responsible for. Then, she sat on the grass and watched the clouds in the distance.
At this moment, a young noble ran to her and said, "Holy Lady, you must be tired. Do you want to take a rest in my house?"
"Your house is a dozen kilometers away from here. Wouldn't it be more tiring for me to run there and back?"
"Holy Lady, why are you coming back? Why don't you just let the lowly serfs do the hard work?"
Joan smiled and said, "I'm also one of the lowly serfs you mentioned. Viscount Roca, I'm sorry. I know what you're thinking, but I have to say that you're not qualified to stay with me. You're not capable, you're not pretty, and you can't even earn your own living. Why should I marry a piece of trash like you? "
Joan wasn't loud, but it was so quiet that everybody heard her. Many people covered their mouths, but the laughter was still echoing.
Luca's expression was ugly.
The young priests were all smiles. They liked their own Saintess too much. She had too much character. His words were sharp and poisonous. It was said that when Pope was scolding people outside, he was also like this.
The Saintess must have been deeply influenced by him.
Most of the young priests did not like their Pope, but almost all of them admired him from the bottom of their hearts.
None of the young lads who had graduated from the priestly school had not received Pope's grace, either directly or indirectly.
Viscount Roca looked at Joan angrily, but he did not dare to lose his temper. There were more than a dozen priests around and dozens of temple guards outside. If he dared to make a move, the people around him would dare to chop him into minced meat.
In the end, he could only snort 'vulgar' and leave.
Joan heaved a sigh of relief as she watched Viscount Roca flee in disarray. She really didn't like dealing with these nobles.
It would be best if he could piss him off.
After resting for a while, she began to hoe the next field.
Four hours passed like this, and she finished hoeing eight plots of land. She returned to the small thatched hut the villagers had built for her and took out the red-edged, white-framed notebook.
She first wrote in her diary for the day, then opened another notebook on the table and carefully read its contents.
This notebook was given to her by Beta, and it listed many situations that she would encounter when helping the poor in the countryside, as well as the ways to deal with them. Naturally, it also talked about how to deal with those "crazy bees and butterflies."
There were only three simple words:
Scold him until he cries.
There was also a note at the end: If there are serious consequences, Woking City will help you deal with them.
It was because of this sentence that Joan dared to confront those annoying nobles and scold them with malicious words.
She opened the notebook and saw this sentence again, then smiled knowingly.
After reading for a while, she took out a piece of black bread from a rough wooden kitchen cabinet and slowly ate it.
She used to think that black bread was delicious, but it was too hard.
Now, she felt that the black bread was very unpalatable, but because her strength had become stronger, her teeth could easily bite through the black bread, so she could eat it.
She made some notes about the plan for the next day. Looking at the silver moon hanging high in the sky, she lay down on the wooden bed and fell asleep.
The next day, she continued to hoe the fields for the farmers with the priests. Only by helping the farmers finish their work ahead of time did they have time to help build a stone road leading to the outside world.
It was impossible to build a road without enough manpower.
Then, while she was hard at work with the priests, a team of cavalrymen slowly walked in from the outside.
It was a team of heavy cavalry. Although there were only about 30 of them, it did not mean that they were weak.
On the contrary, the heavy cavalry's combat strength was very strong. In fact, it was equivalent to the heavy tanks of the cavalry. There was no need for a lance at all. Just the weight of the heavy armor and the horse, once they started running, just a light touch would be enough to break a person's entire body.
Their leader was the same Viscount Roca from yesterday. He looked at Joan proudly.
Joan looked up at him. "Viscount Roca, what can I do for you?"
"Saintess, I'm sorry, but the town of Ido is mine." Roca picked up a parchment with a red magic emblem and threw it away. "My father gave it to me. Now, I'm the owner of this place."
Qiong frowned. "Did you come here because of me?"
"No, I want to work with you," Roca said with a smile. "This territory indeed needs a road leading to the outside world. But since you're using my territory as a transportation facility, shouldn't you pay some taxes? "
"How should we do it?"
"It's a bit complicated. Saintess, can you come to my house and talk? "
Slap … Oh.
Joan slapped him in the sky, and Roca fell off his horse. No one knew if he was dead or alive. The cavalrymen all went crazy. When they were about to rush over to save Roca, they found that they could not move their horses no matter what.
Moreover, the horses' neighs were not right either. They were filled with a terrifying aura.
The cavalrymen looked down and found that the horses' legs had sunk deep into the mud. They could not move at all.
It turned out that the priests had also started to move.
Stone to Mud was one of Beta's signature skills. Therefore, many young people who worshipped him would practice this spell when they used Flash Step.
Roca covered his face and stood up.
Joan said, "You know what kind of person I am. Why do you think this piece of paper can make me back down? Or become your wife? I don't think you have the guts. "
"Who's behind you?"
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