Light Spirit Epic Chapter 2735: Shadow Lord (8)

Chapter 2735 Shadow Lord (8)

About twenty minutes later, the nun reckoned that Joan of Arc had finished her breakfast (lunch?) and entered the room again: "Next, please ask the saintess to go to the bathroom with me, and then go after bathing and changing. See His Excellency the Pope."

"Of course." Jeanne suppressed her anxiety and replied calmly. She is now inside the Vatican, and she doesn't know whether the church is an enemy or a friend, so she doesn't dare to act rashly. The nun called her a saint for the time being, and the church seems to have arranged for Joan of Arc's "death", and let another stand-in accept the death penalty in place of Joan of Arc.

The church doesn't seem to have any intention of actually getting rid of Joan of Arc, but it goes to great lengths to make the world think Joan of Arc is dead. What is their purpose in doing this?

Full of doubts, but acting cautiously, Joan of Arc washed and put on a gorgeous white nun's dress inlaid with gold, and was led by the nun to the Pope. She waited in a small room and waited for about half an hour before the Pope walked in slowly from the other entrance of the room.

Appearing in front of Joan of Arc is the highest religious leader of the Holy See, Pope Eugene IV. Under the white robe, the dark and thin old man looked amiable and did not seem to have the majesty that the Pope should have.

Joan of Arc was a little stunned, since she had never seen the Pope. The last Pope was Martin V. Joan of Arc had glimpsed the Pope's face from a distance on some occasions before, and naturally he looked different from this Pope. And the new pope, I don't know when he suddenly took office.

That's right. Joan of Arc had never heard of the death of the old Pope until she fell into a coma. Then it is very likely that the newly appointed Pope Eugene IV happened to succeed the previous Pope during the period from May 1430 to June 1431. Joan of Arc was in a special coma at the time, ignorant of what was going on in the world.

However, is there such a coincidence in the world? ------Believing in God, Joan of Arc also believes in destiny. She knows that everything that happens in the world is not accidental, everything is inevitable. Perhaps the old Pope Martin V was "banned" for some reason. Whether he died or was forced to step down, and whether there was some kind of conspiracy involved, is unknown. However, the church brought Joan of Arc to the Vatican, and announced Joan of Arc's death to the outside world. It made such a big move during the year, which may have some connection with the alternation of the papacy.

My head hurts. I feel like my intelligence is not enough. Jeanne frowned. Or that her IQ is only at the level of a normal person, and there are not enough clues to deduce it further and straighten out the ins and outs of things.

It can only be speculated from what the Pope said next.

"Hello, Joan of Arc." Eugene IV directly admitted Joan of Arc's identity when he came up: "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 believes so. But a few insiders in the Vatican have recognized your status as a saint. Unfortunately, we are unable to announce this to the public at this time. In order for our plan to proceed smoothly, your The canonization ceremony will not be held until about five hundred years later."

"I don't really care if people call me a saint. My only wish is to save France," Joan said lightly.

The Pope nodded slightly: "And you've done it. The Hundred Years' War has come to an end. After that, there may be some small fights between Britain and France, but they won't break out into a real war of aggression."

Joan of Arc also nodded and replied, "I hope so."

She deeply believes in the innate kindness of human beings, but she has also witnessed the evil and cruelty in the hearts of human beings in the wars over the years. Which one is human nature, even she can't judge correctly. Or, because they are human, they possess opposite sides of good and evil at the same time.

She looked directly at Pope Eugene IV, trying to find some goodness or malice in the old man's calm expression, but she couldn't detect anything. The Pope is unfathomable.

"So," the girl asked tentatively, "What is the purpose of the church...?"

"Please take a seat." The Pope insisted that Joan of Arc should sit down, and it would probably take until the girl sat face to face with him before they could talk further.

Joan of Arc had no choice but to sit down at the small table only for two people to sit opposite each other. When she did this, the door to the small room was also closed from the outside, and the eyes and ears of the church were probably everywhere.

"Before I answer everything, I want to ask you something." The Pope took something out of his bosom, held it in his palm, and put his clenched right fist on the table: "Do you believe in the existence of Paradise?" Is it, Lady Saint?"

"Paradise means...Eden?"

"Yes. That holy land flowing with milk and honeydew." The Pope nodded: "It is beautiful, wide, and a paradise that once belonged to mankind. Before mankind was expelled from the paradise, everything in it was like that. Perfection, in which there is no [unfortunate], there is only [bliss]."

"But human beings committed [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 way to Paradise."

In the palm of his hand, is an extremely strange tree species, a [twin tree species] made of blue and red intertwined and intertwined, a wonderful antiquity that seems to have existed from thousands of years ago.

Joan of Arc couldn't help but wonder: "This is the entrance to Paradise? It looks like a very strange 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 of them all. It is the What a priest found five hundred years ago in an ancient site in the British Isles. By some special method, it can temporarily open the way to [Paradise]."

"...for now?"

"We have sent people into the paradise. But because the opening method is not complete, it is time-sensitive, and those who enter the paradise will eventually be expelled. Only the good memory of being in the paradise is left, but it cannot last forever. in it."

Joan frowned. She gradually guessed what the Pope and the Church wanted to do.

"And you guessed right, the key to the paradise is, [Blood of the Holy One]." Eugene IV took out another vial, and the glass vial contained some crimson liquid that Joan of Arc couldn't see through. He dropped it on the Seed of Eden.

The tree species has gradually undergone subtle changes.

"Human blood is filthy. One thousand three hundred and ninety-six years ago, a certain holy son used his own life to redeem the original sin of mankind, and used his own incomparably clean holy blood to wash away the filth of the world. , which makes human beings qualified to enter the paradise. But human blood can never be compared with the blood of saints. Human dirty blood cannot open the gate of paradise, only the blood of real saints can."

Light gradually emerges from the tree species. A milky white beam of light continued to extend upwards, looking extremely sacred.

"This is the blood of the Holy Lady. And it opened the paradise." The Pope urged: "Touch the light, go in and see. Whether this paradise is a real paradise or a fake paradise, please use your own. Check with both eyes."

Joan of Arc swallowed a mouthful of saliva, reached out carefully, and touched the light with her fingertips. The light flooded her body instantly, as if it was pulling her consciousness into the distance, the end of time.

There, green everywhere.

There, the temperature is pleasant, the wind is gentle, and the air is filled with the slight fragrance of flowers and herbs.

There, nothing hurts or harms anyone, and all misfortunes can't stop, fly away, and then the real bliss will stay here forever.

Joan of Arc is crying. What she saw before her eyes was so beautiful that it was indescribable in the words she had learned all her life, in her most beautiful words.

There is a certain holy, peaceful, calming atmosphere in this place that even the dullest man in the world can feel with all his heart and soul.

This is a paradise, and there is no doubt that it is a paradise.

How incredible. A wonderful little tree species actually brought Joan to such a place. This beautiful place is like a dream, but everything seems so real.

A tiger walked slowly by Joan's side. Joan's whole body froze when she noticed it. She was still on guard, for fear of being attacked by a beast. However, the tiger obviously had no interest in Joan's flesh, and looked at the fruit on the tree, as if beckoning Joan to pick it up.

The girl tremblingly picked up the plump, juicy, but unknown variety of yellow fruit, and boldly sent it to the tiger.

Everything here is rich, milky and honeydew, because this is paradise.

The tiger opened its mouth and bit the fruit away, but it was extremely gentle when biting, and did not hurt Joan's hand in the slightest. It eats the fruit with gusto ~IndoMTL.com~ with a contented face. The girl, on the other hand, boldly reached out and touched the tiger's head. It seemed to be enjoying herself, and it was simply a docile big cat. It licked the hair of its forelegs leisurely, and lay lazily on the ground; and a beautiful blue butterfly also fell down and stopped on the nose of the big cat. Although it was itchy, the tiger refrained from sneezing.

Everything here is harmless and harmless, because this is a paradise.

------How could Joan of Arc, who witnessed all this, not believe it?

However, Paradise is Paradise after all, and it is not intended that Joan of Arc will stay in it forever. The girl felt an invisible but huge force pulling behind her and began to pull her out in the opposite direction of Paradise. It was only a momentary thing. After another white light passed, the girl had returned to the small room where she was, staring at the [Seed of Eden] in front of her, in a daze and with tears in her eyes. It is absolutely impossible to hide the emotion brought by witnessing the paradise.

The holy light on that tree seed has faded away. It even refused to Joan of Arc, it needed [something else] to allow more people into Paradise.

"You must have seen the paradise with your own eyes, Lady Saint?" The Pope asked casually: "So, have you decided to cooperate with us?"