Joan...... A fourteen-year-old girl.

The life experience is very simple, a shepherdessman in Lajialing, her ancestors have never had any big names, some time ago her mother was seriously ill and had no money for treatment, and when she saw that she was about to get through it, it happened that the Fortune God Cult held a free free clinic, and was carried to the church of the Wealth God Sect by several neighbors to try.

And it came to life.

Then Joan became a believer in the goddess Waukin, the kind of shallow believer.

In order to become a true believer, one must also understand a certain degree of Woking's teachings.

That evening she routinely sat by the campfire in the center of the village, and at this time of the day a bard came to the village to sing poetry, drink bitter and cheap ale with the grown-ups, and talk about the things outside.

At this time, as long as it doesn't rain, it is an inherent program that almost everyone in the village will participate in.

Then she heard the bard say that the pope of the Fortune Cult had recently gone crazy, and he actually wanted to choose a young girl from the people to be the holy daughter of the Cult.

Many villagers asked what the holy woman did.

The bard, who was also a rookie, scratched his head, and said uncertainly: "It's a very powerful woman in a sect." Favored by the goddess, probably only the Pope is more powerful than her. ”

A character like a saint is, in a sense, similar to a princess. It's not something that ordinary farmers and peasant women can reach, and they don't even have the means to know about it.

The bard, though he was more knowledgeable, did not go far, and he knew a little about the position of a saint, but only a little.

At this time, Joan just listened and did not react. She felt that she was just an ordinary peasant girl, very self-aware, and had never had too many fantasies.

At this time, another peasant asked: "What kind of saint do you choose this time, and our little peasant girl can also go?" ”

"According to the news released by the Fortune God Cult, as long as you are a virgin and believe in the goddess of wealth, you can do it."

At this time, Joan was still lonely and how much she reacted. But then, the bard's words made her heart beat violently: "After becoming a saint, after being favored by the goddess, she will become more beautiful, and she can also use magic skills, and she may become the level of the first beauty, Princess Emma." ”

"Princess Emma is so beautiful since she became a saint?" Joan asked hurriedly.

The bard thought for a moment: "Seems so......"

In a sense, the words of the bard are indeed not wrong, but as long as the profession increases, the appearance and temperament will gradually become more outstanding. It's just that this measure of improvement varies from person to person.

Joan didn't say anything more, her eyes were on the campfire in the center of the field, and there was a bright flame dancing in her pupils.

She used to wait for the men to start drinking, and then leave her room to go to bed. But this time, she heard the end, and she remembered the matter of the selection of saints word by word, word by word, and did not miss it at all.

When she got home, she took a shower, hid in bed, tossed and turned, and couldn't sleep. Finally got up and came to the creek not far from the backyard.

The moonlight tonight was round and bright, and without any lighting tools, Joan could see something tens of meters away.

She crouched down on the edge of the stream, untied her tangled hair, and washed her face again. Although the night was dark, she could barely see her blurred face on the water.

A face that is a little yellowed, but the shape is very attractive.

When you become a saint, you can become more beautiful.

Joan looked up at the full moon in the sky and was silent for a long time.

The next day, it was still dawn. Joan set off quietly, putting on her best, cleanest clothes, which she still found beautiful, though with some patches on them.

I heard that this suit was worn by my mother when she married my father.

Walking on the flat road, Joan knew very well that this road was also helped by the Wealth God Sect. A few years ago, the road from the village to the big city was rough and muddy, less than ten minutes, and it was either all dust or mud.

But now, a clean and flat stone avenue, very comfortable to walk.

Merchants can occasionally be seen on the road, as well as patrolling guards.

If it weren't for these guards, Joan wouldn't have dared to go to the metropolis alone.

She walked for five hours, and it was almost noon when she reached the gate of the city, and after handing over a copper coin that she had saved for half a year, she entered the city.

The city is lively, and it seems to be even more lively than before. Joan remembers where the Temple of Fortune was, and when her mother was seriously ill, she followed her, remembering how to get there.

When she came to the door of the temple, under the majestic marble door, there were many girls lining up, and she leaned up and was at the back.

The girl in front of her sensed someone behind her, looked back at Joan, glanced up and down for a moment, then sneered and turned back.

Joan blushed bitterly, both embarrassed and annoyed.

She saw that the other party had waist-length long blond hair, milky white skin, a beautiful lady's dress, and most importantly, a strong fruity fragrance on the other party.

And ...... for yourself Her hair was flaxen, her skin was yellow, her clothes were old and patched, and she was sweating a little because of the long walk, and there seemed to be a faint sour smell of sweat.

The contrast between the two sides can be described as heaven and earth.

If in the past, when she met peers from aristocratic families, she would definitely find a way to hide away. After all, for ordinary people, the aristocracy is a big statue next to the ant, as long as it moves casually, the vibration can make the ant suffer again and again, and even die.

And since she was a child, she didn't know how many times, and was warned by her parents and relatives that she must hide far away when she encounters nobles.

But this time, there was a force that nailed her to the spot, even if she was afraid, even if she was ashamed, she did not leave.

In order to get rid of the embarrassment and shame, she looked around with a flushed face, and only then did she realize that there were many carriages parked on the side of the surrounding road, and each carriage had at least one or two people who looked like manservants waiting.

That is, a lot of nobles came here, or the daughters of big merchants.

This is a normal thing, Holy Maiden...... Most young girls have a great interest in this title.

The procession was moving forward, and it didn't take long for Joan to enter the main hall, and behind her, there were many girls of the same age.

None of them were the daughters of peasant families, all of them were nobles and wealthy merchants.

The girl who was lined up behind Joan, a little far away from her, covered her nose with a blue feather fan, and her face was full of disgust, as if there was a mass of excrement in front of her.

When Joan turned around, she overheard the scene, where shame turned to anger, but she didn't show it, but followed the group with a blank face.

"No, next!" A man's majestic voice faintly came from ahead.

A beautiful girl in gorgeous clothes trotted away with her mouth covered.

"No, next!"

Still in a majestic voice, another girl ran away crying.

When Joan was about to arrive, she was surprised to find that more than 20 people had been tested in front of her, but only two people had passed.

The person in charge of testing the qualifications was a young man who held a cyan ball of magical light in his hand, which would change color when a girl stood in front of him.

There were several colors, and Joan couldn't understand what they meant.

It was almost Joan's turn, and Joan's heart lifted.

The girl in front of her confidently stood in front of the young man, and the light turned pale gold.

This was a sign of passing the test for the first time, and the proud girl raised her head as a matter of course.

But the young man in a priest's robe flipped open his left hand and took out another ball of magic light and placed it in front of the girl.

This milky white ball of light, the closer it got to the proud girl, the more gray it became.

"Not qualified. Next. ”

The proud girl's expression froze, and after a while, she asked angrily, "Why do you say that I can't pass the test?" ”

"It's not up to the mark, it's that simple."

"My father is a city guard officer, if you don't give me an explanation."

The male priest's face became a little unhappy, but he still endured it and said coldly: "You are in the absolutely neutral camp, there is no problem with this. But the saint must be a virgin...... You're not, get it? ”

The proud girl was stunned, and after her, she covered her hands and rushed out of the temple screaming.

The male priest snorted, then looked at Joan. Immediately, he seemed to be taken aback by Joan's dress, which made the latter not a little embarrassed, and immediately lowered his head.

After being slightly stunned, his face softened a lot: "Come here, raise your head, don't worry." Our Goddess has never discriminated against the poor. I used to be a dung picker. Now the bishop of this temple. ”

Joan looked up in surprise.

The male pastor tests Joan's faction tendencies and clears!

The virgin body test is also overdone.

With an expected expression, the male pastor said, "Congratulations, you have passed the first level." ”

Many girls who heard this voice behind showed surprised expressions, they felt incredible, so many aristocratic rich girls with outstanding conditions were eliminated, a peasant girl who was not yellow and not garbage, actually passed the test, there is no reason for this.

Joan still felt like she was in a dream, and she asked, somewhat incredulously, "Is this a pass?" Don't need to do anything else? ”

"It's not that simple, it's just a threshold for participation." The male pastor looked at the line behind him and said, "You must have walked a long way to get here." Otherwise, you will stay in the temple. Ten days later, we will take you to the holy city of Wojin for the second round of selection. ”

"Why?" Joan stammered, "I've brought some money here, and it's okay to stay in a cheap hotel." ”

The male priest snorted: "Jealousy is one of the worst emotions in this world, many people who think they are better than you have not passed, and if you do, they will pour out their anger on you." Although if something really happens to you, we will also help you get justice, but you don't want to be 'justice' only after an accident. ”

Joan just didn't know much, she wasn't stupid, she bent down when she heard this, and said, "Trouble the pastor." ”

"It's a gesture." The male pastor smiled. (https:)

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