In the afternoon, one, and thirty.

Egil looked at Joan of Arc for a long time and was speechless. In the end, Egil did something extremely surprising - he held the torch upwards, walked upwards to the pile of firewood, blocking hundreds, thousands of people - hugging Joan of Arc. Then wěn got on her double chun.

There was a dead silence and speechless. The thousands of priests, nobles and civilians around the entire venue all opened their eyes wide and opened their mouths. They wanted to be stupid.

Indeed, this witch is really young.

very beautiful.

Very cute.

And very elegant.

——But you really can’t do this, Your Majesty!!

"Your Majesty Egil! Do you want to shelter this witch?!" The first thing that could not sit still was the priests from all over the world. The bishop from the Vatican and the plenipotentiary representative of the negotiations with the Norman Kingdom could not help but stand up and shouted at Egil in a stern voice."

Teachers (scholars?), they are just eating a bowl of religious rice. Their peers are enemies. They naturally don’t like Joan of Arc anyway. What’s more, if Joan of Arc is overturned, the blow to them will be unparalleled and huge. The majesty is all light. The most serious thing is that they are the spokespersons of God and are unique. This reality will be defeated. And the status, power, honor and money that follow will be gone. It will be gone!

At this moment, the priests had the heart to eat Egil - it was obviously a very simple thing. Why did you make him so complicated?! Fraudulently accused her and sentenced her to death. So we were called over and bribed us. In the end, they did this kind of thing - what exactly did you want to do?! Then do we play as monkeys?!

"Your Majesty! Think twice!" Then the nobles could not sit still. I had said before that the rulers could not tolerate any of the savior-level figures like Joan of Arc - of course, in fact, they also hated the priest class. The conflict between the power of the clergy was one of the biggest problems of the European countries in this era. More importantly, Joan of Arc was a very popular enemy who was quite capable of the people. The Norman nobles naturally wanted to get along with it more quickly. I don't know how many people who didn't know the truth thought this way: If Joan of Arc had not emerged, then the Norman Kingdom conquered Gaul would be a foregone conclusion...

Of course, the people don’t care about these things. Politics, power, and so on are not available to them. They just want to have fun, which is very rare.

If everyone in the first two classes can be tied to the stake and barbecue, that would be lively.

Therefore, after a brief silence, the most common thing that erupted in the crowd was not angry rebukes and heartbroken advice. Instead, cheers. Of course, cheers were not just cheers.

However, these sounds all have the same meaning for Egil.

“It’s really noisy.”

Egil sighed softly. Then he turned around and glanced at the audience with disgust. Then he turned around and looked at Joan of Arc, who had no idea what had happened.

"This is a parting gift," Egil explained to Joan of Arc.

"You idiot." Joan of Arc couldn't help laughing, and then it seemed as if the tears were collapsing, and tears couldn't stop flowing out.

Egil still wants to kill her. But Egil still loves her. He even dares to show this love in front of everyone.

But I still have to kill her with my own hands.

Joan of Arc was a little confused for a moment. Obviously, this approach did not benefit Egil. Just bury this relationship in your heart and miss it for fun in your spare time - why do you still do this?!

"Because I like you." Egil completely ignored the voices around him and still answered very directly.

Joan of Arc felt that he was dead without regrets.

Finally, Egil lightly slapped Joan of Arc's cheek again. Then he seemed to keep her in mind forever, staring at her.

It's exactly two o'clock in the afternoon.

Egil sighed softly before turning around, retreating, and then lit the firewood.

The flames ignited.

The priests and nobles finally felt at ease. Watching the flames burning upwards little by little, gradually approaching Joan of Arc little by little. After seeing this scene, the cheers of the people became even louder.

Egil took out his pocket watch for the last time.

In the afternoon, at 2:01, it seemed as if she couldn't bear to see it. Egil turned around. The flames were getting closer, as if it was because of the pain of being scorched by the heat. Joan of Arc shēn chanted and began to pray at the same time. Try to ignore this pain, because Joan of Arc felt that this should be the last prayer in this life. So he wanted to be calm as much as possible. However, that pain, that suffocation, the temperature that seemed to be devouring everything...

Joan of Arc shēn sang, coughing violently by the thick smoke. Then he seemed to disappear into the fire and smoke. Only the fainting voice of prayer seemed to be unable to bear to look any further. Egil turned around, raised his hands, raised his head and shouted loudly, "God! Omniscient and Almighty Lord! If you have mercy on your children, please save us!!"

After saying that, Egil knelt on one knee, held the silver cross given by the Pope's crown in both hands, and began to make a loud break...

November 6, 1002 AD.

2:00 and 3:00 in the afternoon.

"Time is up." Egil chuckled in his heart.

"Damn liar." At the same time, Aurora, who was sitting on the viewing platform, cursed in a low voice.

"This, what's going on?"

"It's a change!"

"God is angry!!!"

"My God! What the hell is going on?!"

Countless panic screams erupted in the crowd.

At this moment, after Egil's prayer fell for a few seconds, something extremely surprising happened at this moment - huge dark clouds rushed from all directions, and the whole world became dark like night in an instant. When the people were extremely surprised and didn't know what happened, a large number of snowflakes fell from the sky like goose feathers, but the sky seemed to be still unsatisfied, just like a mentally ill patient suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder, unable to wait to throw down a large number of dense snowflakes. Before the snowflakes even fell on the ground, they formed snowballs in the air, hitting people's faces with crackling pain.

Under the power of heaven, humans were completely unable to deal with it, and were as fragile as insects. Apart from panic and wailing, they had no idea.

"God's will! This is a miracle!!!" Egil stood up and shouted like this. Under such heavy snow, the flame that had just risen was soon extinguished.

Everyone present, whether priests, nobles or civilians, could not stop bent down. They knelt on the ground, completely ignoring the cold ground and the biting chill brought by the heavy snow all over the sky. They kept crawling, bowing, and chanting the name of God. The extremely fanatical and piousness is a miracle.

Seeing such a miracle, no matter what his identity is, he had to kneel down on the ground. He treated God equally, whether he was the Pope or the serf, he was the people of God. There was no difference.

Of course, although God is fair and si, there will be one or two mortals who are more favored by God. It is like now. When Joan of Arc was burning, heavy snow suddenly fell. Egil shouted that this is a miracle. Others could not refute "If it was a coincidence--it was impossible! How could it be so coincidental?! Could it be that woman is really a saint?!

So, the evidence of the many people before became a joke at this moment. People knelt down for a long time before they remembered that Joan of Arc was still tied up. Several people quickly got up, rolled and crawled over, untied her rope. After that, Egil took her hand and walked down from it.

Joan of Arc's face was a little dirty because of the thick smoke [first release of Baidu Tieba]. So Egil took out his handkerchief very considerately and wiped Joan of Arc's face clean with snowflakes.

"Is this a miracle?"

Joan of Arc asked Egil with an incredible look.

Egil nodded.

"That is, I don't have to die?"

Egil nodded.

"Yes...so." Joan of Arc felt a loss in his heart, but he could not say anything at all. It was like jumping down from the Alps and thinking he was dead. In the end, he was rescued unexpectedly.

A little bit of gratitude, a little bit of fear, and a little bit of feeling.

"Thank God." Joan of Arc drew a cross in his mouth very devoutly, then knelt down on one knee, closed his eyes and prayed. Egil took off his silver-white fox cloak and draped it on Joan of Arc. Then he also knelt down on one knee, trying his best to hold back his laughter. He also knelt down on one knee.

Except for Aurora who left in anger, everyone else knelt in the snow and prayed devoutly to their kind father in heaven. The noble priests who had previously falsely accused Joan of Arc were even more frightened and kept praying to God for forgiveness.

In this way, through the Astronomy of the world and witnessing the envoys, priests, nobles and civilians of all countries at this time, this miracle spread rapidly across Europe. In this era of lack of entertainment, a real miracle was enough to excite people and discussed for a long time. Even a month later, you can hear such words in a tavern in a small town.

"Since this happened, then Joan of Arc must be a saint."

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! In the end, it was His Majesty the King's prayer that only fell. So if it was a saint, it should be His Majesty!"

"But if that woman was really a witch with great sin, then God wouldn't have fallen into heavy snow to save her life!"

"No - what His Majesty the King said before was "Please save your children." That is to say, he and that Joan of Arc are both blessed by God, right!"
Chapter completed!