I Began Selling Jars from Naruto World - Chapter 648

[Chapter 644: Sell Your Sacred Flag]

Although she gave up on Jill’s rescue, it did not mean that Joan of Arc had given up all her struggles.

She suddenly remembered the silent words.

The so-called wish is to work hard to achieve it regardless of everything.

So now—maybe it will work.

She stretched out her hand with difficulty, grabbed her clothes, and tried hard.

tear it up.

Directly tore off the next piece, stained with blood on the wound pulled out by the space on the body, and painted the badge pattern directly in this twisted space.

At this time, the space is getting more and more distorted. If there are other people watching, Joan’s whole body is like a braid, and her feet even wrap around her waist, and her hands are like a hemp that was casually thrown on the ground. Like a rope, blood was pouring out from all over his body, and his armor and clothes had long since become a mess.

In this case, it is undoubtedly very difficult to draw a badge.

But Jeanne did not give up.

If he didn’t succeed, he tore off another piece of clothing and tried to paint with blood.

Finally—

at the last moment when the spiritual body was about to be unable to hold on, the blood-stained badge pattern was glorious in this chaotic space, but for a moment, Joan of Arc felt that her body was like a spring and changed back to its original state. , although the blood is still flowing, and although the space is still distorted, it seems that it can no longer affect her.

And right in front of her eyes.

Silent has been standing quietly with Feiju.

The surrounding environment that is enough to tear everything to pieces seems to be just a breeze for him.

Did it work?

Joan of Arc collapsed suddenly, but a smile appeared on her face involuntarily, which was the joy of escaping death.

“It’s really interesting.” Silent looked at Joan with an unexpected expression, “Your flawless heart has been buried in a black seed, and you should also feel that you have become less religious and more intelligent. There

is resentment—but somehow close to your Alter.”

“Alter?” Joan read the word.

In English, alter means change, but silence is definitely not so simple.

“It’s the reverse.”

Silent raised his hand, and a figure of Joan of Arc with white hair and black armor appeared in front of Joan of Arc, her pale golden pupils seemed to be burning with unending hatred.

“…It’s not me.” Joan of Arc was only able to confirm at a glance, her eyes were a bit complicated, “I used to have no hatred in my heart, from the first day I set foot on the battlefield, I knew and accepted it. My ending, for someone like me whose hands are full of blood, being burned to death is a natural result of me.”

“That’s why you are a saint.” Silent naturally understood Joan of Arc’s state of mind, and then changed his words, “But, now You have been corrupted to a certain extent, haven’t you? Although it is not serious, your heart is no longer as flawless as it used to be.”

The power of the evil god is not to awaken the darkness in people’s hearts, but to brutally instill the darkness into human heart.

To a certain extent, it is very similar to the birth of Heizhen.

Not to mention, both were influenced by Jill. Jill’s hatred of the Lord and his anger at Joan of Arc’s betrayal and abandonment were also passed on to Joan of Arc at this moment.

She is not black.

But it’s not the Joan of Arc anymore.

There was a trace of struggle on Joan’s face.

In her eyes, the pale golden fire seemed to want to burn, but she was trying hard to suppress her resentment and anger, because if she let anger burn, she would undoubtedly become a phantom. The woman in the black hair and black armor.

Unfortunately.

The prayers that once gave her great peace of mind seemed to have no effect at this time.

Because how can a person who is no longer pious and pure, get the Lord’s response and be guided by the Lord?

“If you want to get the answer, it’s in the jar.” The silent voice suddenly took on a diabolical flavor, “The wish in your heart at the moment already has the opportunity to obtain the gift, although you have no money, but just now Well, one thing you have is enough to make you a member.”

“What?” Joan looked up at him.

“Your holy flag.” Silent replied.

One of Joan of Arc’s Noble Phantasms, the flagpole seems to be the embodiment of her legendary deeds, waving the holy flag to spread the Lord’s gospel on the battlefield, guiding victory, with extraordinary power and significance.

That is, Joan’s strength is not enough.

Otherwise, the value of this Noble Phantasm alone is no less than a piece of purple rare equipment. In other words, it is just equivalent to the price of two hundred first-level jars, which is just enough to become a member.

“Do you want me to sell that flag?” Jeanne stared blankly at the silence, as if she had suffered a lot.

But the bigger impact was that she found that she didn’t deny the suggestion in the first place.

Has it really changed?

Has that little country girl who only knows how to pray has really changed under the power of the evil god?

Jeanne clenched her fists, her struggling heart even showing on her face.

“That flag does have extraordinary meaning to you, but isn’t that not bad?” Silent took a few steps forward, rubbing one hand on Jeanne’s shoulder, and the gentle voice even more With some kind of strong temptation, UU Reading www.sonicmtl.com “Your duty as a saint has already been completed in those two years. You see, you have protected your motherland, and the bloodshed you caused has already been done. Pay it back with your life, and haven’t you always felt the title of Saintess was a burden? Now is an opportunity, an opportunity to get rid of that title…”

It has to be said that Joan of Arc’s state of mind at the moment is an accident and also a surprise to Silent.

In fact, he has no hope that Joan of Arc can have enough wishes to open a can.

but now.

Her wish was indeed extremely strong.

——I want to live my life as Jeanne.

Not as a girl who wants to save the motherland, not as a saint who can listen to God’s instructions, not even as a devout believer, but as Joan of Arc, as a Joan of Arc with infinite possibilities to continue to do what she wants to do matter.

Whether it is to enjoy life as an ordinary ordinary person, to follow her own kindness to save others, or to let the flame of revenge burn to destroy the world, she will have all kinds of possibilities and can open up all kinds of the way.

This is what she longs for now.

And the hope of fulfilling this wish.

Right in the jar of the adult in front of him.

Just sell the holy flag, just sell the holy flag!

Joan of Arc lowered her gaze, just clenched her fists, her face was flushed, her whole body trembled slightly, and she even made a cute sound of “woohoo” from her throat, like someone who knew she would eat bad teeth but still couldn’t help thinking about it. Little girl eating candy.

[End of this Chapter]