The next morning, Bei Nuan was gently awakened by Dan Sui.
"The Lady of the Garter? The Lady of the Garter?"
She didn't speak loudly, but she kept screaming with perseverance, and Bei Nuan had no choice but to open her eyes.
I thought to myself: It’s not easy to be a saint. What time is it, it’s just dawn, and the birds haven’t gotten up yet, are they about to get up and work
Seeing that Bei Nuan was awake, Dan Sui quickly went out and called someone to bring water in.
Lu Xingchi seemed to have woken up early and was standing at the window, watching the ray of dawn in the distant sky.
He walked back and said with a smile, "'Holy Lady of Guardian', this is the name Jiahan gave you, right? 'Fake Saintess', doesn't it sound strange? Might as well be called 'True Saintess'."
"You mean Joan of Arc?" Bei Nuan asked him.
Lu Xing thought for a while, "Joan of Arc? This name is not bad, I think it sounds much better."
Even Lu Xingchi didn't know, it seems that there really is no Joan of Arc in their world.
Bei Nuan seems to have a little impression that the map in this book is large and rough. The part of Europe that is supposed to be Europe is not a few small countries at all, but a unified big country, probably because the author wants to make it up and is too lazy to write it in detail.
England and France were eaten, and Joan of Arc was gone.
Bei Nuan got up from the bed, raised his arms, and stretched greatly.
Lu Xingchi took a quick step back, as if he was afraid she would bump into him when she stretched.
Bei Nuan also suddenly remembered his open finger.
Fortunately, I didn't meet him, otherwise Lu **ss would suddenly speak the truth, and it would be impossible to end it.
Dan Sui brought someone in with water, Bei Nuan got off the bed, and at a glance, she found that Lu Xingchi's floor had not been moved at all.
Bei Nuan was a little puzzled, and didn't know how he slept last night.
But maybe he has a good habit of making his bed after waking up, he's always organized.
When Bei Nuan was washing, Dan Sui stood by the side like the secretary to the president, reporting to Bei Nuan about today's work schedule.
"Holy maiden, you have to go out first, lead everyone to worship the water god, and then come back to eat breakfast prepared in the small kitchen. After breakfast, you have to go with Chief Gahan to divination today's good and bad luck, and decide what work the whole tribe can do today, or not. what to do."
Being a saint is a lot.
Don't let people sleep early in the morning, and have to wake people up to worship the water god, like a physical exercise morning run that is forced to punch in.
"How are you going to worship the Water God later?" Of course Bei Nuan wouldn't.
Dan Sui smiled, "Don't worry, Holy Maiden, just follow Chief Gahan."
Dan Sui brought Bei Nuan a new set of clothes.
This time, it's no longer white clothes and white pants separated from top to bottom, but the kind of long skirt that Yawen wears.
The fabric is soft and finely crafted, so much stronger than the set posted yesterday.
When Lu Xingchi saw that she was going to change her clothes, she went out automatically and consciously, which surprised Dan Sui: the two slept together at night and changed clothes to avoid suspicion.
Dan Sui helped Bei Nuan get dressed and brought another veil.
The veil is quite thick and heavy.
"Do you have to wear this?" Bei Nuan felt a little pained.
This thing is like a mask, it hinders breathing, right
"This is what the prophecy said, it must be worn." Dan Sui explained, "Said that the saintess wear veils, which can help the saints to turn evil into good luck."
Dan Sui moved another small cosmetic box and took out a lot of thick and thin pens from it. Seeing that it was mascara and eyeliner, she planned to greet Bei Nuan's eyes.
Bei Nuan was speechless: "Is this also said in the prophecy?"
Dan Sui replied calmly: "It is said that the saint must draw heavily on her eyebrows and eyes before she can be killed and become auspicious."
Bei Nuan: "..."
No wonder Yawen dresses so strangely.
Bei Nuan's eyelashes were already long and numerous, but Dan Sui started ruthlessly, applying layer after layer of mascara like brushing the wall.
The eyelashes were heavier by two pounds, and there were two black fans on the eyelids out of thin air, so heavy that I couldn't open my eyes.
Dan Sui was not satisfied, so he drew heavily on the eyeliner and the end of the eyes, and covered it with layers of eyeshadow, as if he had painted a smoky makeup.
Finally, she helped Bei Nuan to comb her hair again, part of it was draped, and the other part was braided into complicated patterns.
Bei Nuan waited for Dan Sui to work on her head, very bored, and took out a Band-Aid from the space.
Bei Nuan wrapped her right index finger with a Band-Aid and quietly poked Dan Sui's waist.
Dan Sui laughed: "Saint, what are you doing?"
After she finished laughing, she continued to compete with Bei Nuan's hair seriously, without telling the truth.
You can see the Band-Aid is working.
When Bei Nuan was dressed up, wrapped in a long skirt and dragging a veil, her eye sockets were like those of a panda, and two large black eyelashes flashed out, and Lu Xingchi made a soft "poof".
Bei Nuan narrowed his eyes threateningly and asked him, "Is it not good-looking?"
The corners of Lu Xingchi's mouth curved, and he leaned over and gave a salute, "The beauty of the saint is a gift from heaven, she is unparalleled."
His tone was so sincere that it was a lie.
After Lu Xingchi finished his salute, he noticed Bei Nuan's fingers wrapped in Band-Aids and asked her, "Is your finger hurt?"
Bei Nuan expected that he would definitely ask this, and nodded solemnly, "Although there is no wound, I don't know why, it hurts a little in the morning, I think it is more comfortable to wrap it."
Bei Nuan was afraid that Lu Xingchi would ask her to open the Band-Aid to see what was wrong, and even more afraid that he would touch it as soon as he was happy.
As a result, Lu Xingchi didn't mean to look at it at all, he stood far away to avoid it, and nodded, "Then wrap it up, wrap it up."
Bei Nuan clenched her wrapped fingers and thought, if there is no accident, after the trial of Yawen, she will probably be able to leave.
However, Yawen was not there.
When presiding over the ceremony of worshiping the water god, there were only two people, Jia Han and Bei Nuan.
Yesterday, there was an altar on the side of Guan Beinuan's empty field. Behind the altar was a house with a large area covered by wood. Now that the door is opened, you can see that the water god is worshipped inside.
Everyone in the tribe was concentrated in the clearing.
Everyone saw Bei Nuan appearing behind Jia Han, and no one was surprised. The news of the appearance of the true saint spread throughout the entire tribe overnight.
The scene of Bei Nuan sitting with the holy monkey on his head in the firelight, so many people have seen it with their own eyes, it is absolutely impossible to fake.
So when Bei Nuan appeared this morning, everyone saluted Bei Nuan in unison, more devout than when Bai Yawen was in the past.
The appearance of the real saint means that Yawen is fake, and everyone is speculating about Yawen's future whereabouts.
Yawen's absence from this morning's ceremony seemed to be a signal, which further confirmed the rumors.
When Jia Han saw Bei Nuan coming, he showed a little smile, saluted, and presided over the ceremony with Bei Nuan, and worshipped the gods.
Not difficult at all.
Jia Han took every step slowly, waiting for Bei Nuan to follow, as if he had endless patience.
The slow and solemn rhythm of the ceremony seemed to be endowed with special meaning in the eyes of the tribe.
Bei Nuan found that after the ceremony, many people did not leave.
They stood on the side of the road as Bei Nuan returned to their room, hoping to receive the blessing of the new saint.
Dan Sui told Bei Nuan in a low voice, "Originally, when you were born and died, you only needed the blessing of the saint, because now they all think you are the real saint, and the blessings that Yawen has blessed before are not counted, so you need You come and give them a real blessing."
Bei Nuan didn't understand, "How do you wish?"
Jia Han, who was walking in front, heard it and turned around to point at Bei Nuan, "You just need to tap their forehead with the tip of your right index finger."
Right hand and index finger
Bei Nuan thought to herself, giving blessings with her fingers wrapped in Band-Aids doesn't seem very solemn.
But the Band-Aid can't be removed.
Take off the Band-Aid and tap it all the way with this finger, and this tribe's polite and abstinent appearance will probably collapse.
Bei Nuan stretched out his left hand, "If the right hand is injured, the left hand is fine, right?"
Jia Han was stunned for a moment and compromised, "Of course, the Holy Maiden can use which finger she wants."
Men and women of the tribe waited reverently by the roadside.
In a large number of expectant eyes, Bei Nuan pointed all the way, and all the people she pointed to gave deep salutes.
In the crowd, a little boy was tapped by Bei Nuan on his forehead and suddenly spoke.
"Excuse me, saint, will the end of the world really come?"
His eyes were pure and innocent, solemnly waiting for Bei Nuan's answer, with infinite trust in Bei Nuan in his eyes.
"No, there is no end." Bei Nuan bent down to reassure him, "Although this zombie virus outbreak is terrible, it is not the first time, nor will it be the last time. Haven't we survived every time?"
She was right.
Earthquakes, storms, plagues, famines, for thousands of years, human beings have been struggling all the way, and they have survived each time.
Lu Xingchi followed not far behind, Bei Nuan glanced quietly, and the value of the Virgin increased.
"The saint, will you really save us all?" The little boy looked at Bei Nuan expectantly.
Bei Nuan hesitated for a moment.
She wants to say very much, no one can save you, only you can save yourself.
Unfortunately, this is not what a saint should say.
Numerous pairs of eyes fell on Bei Nuan, full of expectations. At this difficult and desperate time, they pinned their hopes on illusory beliefs.
Bei Nuan finally smiled gently at the little boy and promised him, "Yes, I will definitely save you."
Lu Xingchi gave Bei Nuan a deep look.
Bei Nuan took a deep look at the Virgin.
Notre Dame has risen again.
Bei Nuan lied to so many people and felt a little guilty. She clenched her hands subconsciously. Fortunately, she was immune to "truth and sincerity", so she didn't need to tell the truth, otherwise the image of the saint would collapse in public.
Hearing Bei Nuan's words, all the people on the side of the road saluted Bei Nuan deeply.
Bei Nuan nodded her forehead like a whack-a-mole, but she was wondering in her heart, where did Yawen go
Are you going out to find the mysterious man again
Such a big thing happened last night, and I was thinking about going to find the mysterious person, which is really good.
When he was about to reach the end of the road, a man suddenly rushed over.
It was a middle-aged woman with messy hair that had not been combed for a long time. Although she was also wearing white clothes, it was dirty.
"Saint!" She rushed to Bei Nuan and knelt down suddenly.
Bei Nuan was taken aback by her.
"Saint, I have never believed that Yawen. I know that you are the real saint who can save us!"
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Someone next to her saw that she was frightening Bei Nuan, and quickly pulled her up while explaining to Bei Nuan.
"Don't be afraid, holy maiden, this is Mrs. Zhimin, her husband and two children were bitten by zombies, and she is also crazy. Chief Gahan saw that she was pitiful outside alone, and only received from our tribe. It's okay. ."
Zhimin's sister-in-law let someone pull her, but she knelt down and refused to get up. She raised her head and looked at Bei Nuan expectantly.
"Saint, you will definitely save everyone, right? You will save my child, right?"
But hasn't her child turned into a zombie
Her eyes were eager and full of trust, waiting for Bei Nuan's answer.
Bei Nuan's heart softened and replied, "If I could, I would definitely save them."
When Sister Zhimin heard this, she was finally relieved, and fell to her knees on the ground, crying bitterly.
Lu Xingchi, who was behind him, took a few steps forward to protect Bei Nuan, like a star's bodyguard, separating the crowd of people who moved forward, "The Holy Maiden has other things."
He protected her from the siege, and then whispered: "Bei Nuan, don't go too deep into the play, you are not really a saint, you don't have to promise them."
He was right.
Just be a saint for two and a half days, don't think so much.
Bei Nuan put this matter aside in a blink of an eye, and began to think about today's breakfast.
The breakfast is really good, there is no trace of tapioca, and there is a very delicious curry chicken.
Bei Nuan spent everyone, and sat down with Lu Xingchi to eat, planning in his mind that if he had to stay for a few more days, he would definitely bring Du Ruo over as a servant.
Delicious food must be scrambled with Du Ruo.
After breakfast, it is time for divination.
The divination was held at the place where Jia Han lived, and Bei Nuan was led there by Dan's secret secretary, and before he even got there, he met Yawen.
Even if she was wearing a veil and could only show half of her face, Bei Nuan could see that she was smug.
She also saw Bei Nuan, and looked up and down Bei Nuan's new dress, she took two steps closer and actually saluted Bei Nuan.
Dan Sui behind him was immediately angry.
She whispered to Bei Nuan: "The meaning of her salute is 'you are my junior, and you must listen to my teachings in the future'."
Understood, provocation by salute.
Although Bei Nuan has yet to understand their complicated etiquette, it doesn't matter.
Bei Nuan looked at the gourd and painted the scoop, and returned the salute, but made a strange gesture with her fingers.
Yawen has been in this tribe for so many years, and she has long been familiar with every gesture of salute, but Bei Nuan's gesture is the first time she's seen it.
Yawen frowned, "What kind of gesture are you doing? If you want to be a saint, you don't even know how to salute..."
Bei Nuan replied calmly: "I created this salute gesture myself. It means that you are my junior, but I don't even want to give you any teachings, because you are so annoying."
Yawen was scorched by Xiuye's evil fire, and she couldn't breathe well.
"Wait," she said in a low voice, "I'll call someone to take care of you."
Bei Nuan thought to herself, it seemed that she had brought in the rescuer.
No wonder he went out early in the morning.
I don't know what kind of immortal her rescuer is, which can make her courageous like this.
However, just at the door of the place where Jia Han lived, Jia Han and a group of leaders were standing there, waiting for the two of them to come to divination. Yawen suppressed the fire and walked in front of Bei Nuan.
Bei Nuan was not in a hurry, nor did he argue with her, and followed her with a smile.
Jia Han took everyone a few steps to greet them, and bowed to the two of them first.
Everyone hurriedly followed suit.
Bei Nuan had already seen clearly that there was a small water god statue next to the room where Jia Han lived. There was a bamboo tube on the wooden table in front of it, which was full of bamboo sticks.
Yawen passed by Gahan and the others in a big way, and walked directly inside.
The timing was just right, Bei Nuan, who was following behind her, pulled out the Band-Aid wrapped around her fingers and reached out to touch her back.
"Saint Yawen, aren't you waiting for the chief?" Bei Nuan asked sincerely in a low voice.
This is a very common problem, nothing wrong with it.
Yawen glanced back, her voice was loud and natural, and her answer was very smooth: "Jiahan? What are you waiting for? He has a cold personality. For so many years, I have tried so hard to sleep with him, and now I don't want to. Wasting time on him."
All heard.
Everyone's jaw dropped.
What did you hear? ?
The two women who followed Yawen looked at Yawen in panic and called together, "Holy Maiden?"
Yawen also covered her mouth under the veil, her eyes almost falling out.
But three minutes have not yet come, even if she doesn't ask, her mouth will automatically talk endlessly.
"Those attendants are okay, but they're tired of it. I'll change to a fresh one in two days."
She spoke clearly and loudly, as if she was afraid that no one could hear her.
The place was silent.
Even if she is a saint, she can't make a bad reputation in the tribe like this. Jia Han stepped forward and directed the two women who followed Yawen.
"Yawen is sick, you send her back to rest."
For the first time, he only called her Yawen in public, without adding the word "Saint", as if he thought it was a shame for the tribe to put "Yawen" and "Saint" together.
The two women immediately stepped forward to hold Yawen's arm and walked out. Yawen herself panicked and knew she had to go.
Her feet followed them, but her mouth was out of control.
"Jiahan, you wait for me, you are partial to that new saint, I have already found someone to come over, there are times when you two are unlucky."
Saying this is equivalent to tearing his face off with Chief Gahan.
Jia Han is not angry, his face is calm, but there is a little worry between his eyebrows.
When they carried Yawen away, Jia Han said to Bei Nuan indifferently, "Please ask the saint to predict today's good and bad luck."
Bei Nuan smiled happily at him, went up to worship the water god, and shook a lot from the bamboo tube.
Someone took it right and came back happily and announced: "Today is a good day, everything will be fine."
The whole tribe was immersed in the joy of everything, and all the pillars and upper beams of the house were arranged.
Bei warms your hands, and I want to give everyone a good luck. Today's saintess work has been successfully completed, and I will go back to rest with Great Secretary Dan.
However, before noon, Jia Han sent someone to call Bei Nuan, saying that a distant visitor had arrived.
Bei Nuan was curious, "What kind of distant guest?"
The person who came scratched his head, "It's someone from outside. I've been to our tribe before. Every time I bring something here, they say it's aid or something. I'm quite familiar with the chief and the saintess Yawen."
Lu Xingchi could not follow this kind of meeting with outsiders, Bei Nuan only brought Dan Sui to the place where Jia Han lived.
As soon as he walked out the door, Bei Nuan heard a familiar voice inside.
It's a male voice.
The tone was bohemian and lazy, as if every word uttered was a gift from him, and every word was clearly mocked.
It's like he doesn't care about everyone in the world.
He was saying, "The new saint? What? I'll see it for sure."
Bei Nuan's heartbeat stopped.
Huo Ren.
Bei Nuan's first reaction was to turn around and run away.
This person is moody, doesn't act according to common sense at all, treats human life like a mustard, and Bei Nuan doesn't want to stay by his side for a minute.
But Dan Sui, who was beside her, had already saluted the guards at the door, and said in a clear voice, "The Lady of the Garter is here."
Bei Nuan made a quick judgment.
The hairstyle and the clothes on the body are all different, and the face is covered with a thick veil, only a pair of eyes are exposed, and the eyes are painted with terrible makeup, which should not be recognized.
Huo Ren was not familiar with Bei Nuan.
From the first time they met by the river, Huo Ren shot the ship's owner down. The two had a conversation, and then they took the boat to the other side. He sat far away and only glanced at Bei Nuan.
Later, when he arrived at the nine prisons, he called Bei Nuan over to admire him "fishing for zombies" at the gate. The time they spent really close together didn't add up to half an hour.
You can gamble.
Bei Nuan bit her head and walked in the door.
Sure enough, Huo Ren was leaning back comfortably in the wooden armchair, his long legs stretched out diagonally, still in that cynical look, the corners of his thin lips pursed contemptuously.
Seeing Bei Nuan come in, he glanced at her outfit, but there was no special reaction.
Luckily there are veils and heavy makeup on the eyes.
The prophecy is right, this thing can really make the saintess turn bad luck into good luck.
Bei Nuan lowered her eyes, deliberately covering her eyes with fanned eyelashes.
As soon as he entered the door, Bei Nuan could see clearly that besides Huo Ren, there was another acquaintance here.
Zhen Zhen also came.