When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 947 Jeanna's face became serious

"Da da da……"

The heels of her riding boots tapped on the marble steps as Jeanne, dressed in a summer dress, walked up the stairs.

Unlike the Apostolic Palace four years ago, there are many art paintings hanging on both sides of the corridors of the Apostolic Palace today.

Especially the paintings of the Aiel period and the Aiel Renaissance. After all, Horn advocated the Aiel Renaissance in culture.

The gold-carved frame, the bright colors, the delicate brushstrokes, and the depiction of light and shadow perspective.

These artworks were not purchased by Horn. On the one hand, they came from the spoils of war of the nobles, and on the other hand, they came from donations from various painters and wealthy businessmen.

If it were Jeanne four years ago, she would have been unable to say anything except "It's so damn beautiful."

But now, she can pretend to be elegant and comment "It's a feast for the eyes".

After all, after two years of further study in a girls' school and a year as head of the gendarmerie in Black Snake Bay, Jeanne's cultural level has already reached the level of a half-high school graduate.

Looking at the reflection in the mirror on the frame, Jeanne adjusted her hair and gave a smile that she thought was quite charming.

This time she returned to the Holy Court, not only to accept Horn's call, but also to fulfill a mission she had assigned to herself.

Finalize her engagement with Horn as soon as possible. Even if she couldn't stop Horn from being with the other saints, at least she had to get engaged to Horn before Carrie.

This matter has been dragging on for too long.

At present, the crises and turmoil inside and outside the Holy Alliance have been temporarily resolved. It is time to resolve Horn's lifelong affairs.

She walked quickly to the door of the Pope's office, and the gendarmes standing guard on both sides saw Jeanne and immediately saluted.

Pushing open the door, you will see the Privy Council Office.

Although it is an attached office of the Pope's office, its area is still over a hundred square meters.

There were towers of documents, a table full of ink stains, and monks walking back and forth copying summaries.

There is also a bench and a reception room on the side, which are specially used for receptions.

Since saints generally have the power of "no need to notify, no need to name, and can enter the room with swords and guns", Jeanne could have walked in directly.

But she stopped in the Privy Council Office because among the group of Privy Monks, there was a woman with short hair.

Although it was not noticeable with the naked eye, Jeanna keenly felt that this was a witch.

The woman in monk's robes noticed Jeanne's gaze, she stood up, walked around the table and extended her hand to Jeanne.

"Hello, Ms. Jeanne, I am Edwin, the monk on duty today. May God bless you with good health."

"Good afternoon, Ms. Edwin." Jeanne looked at her warily and curiously, "Are you Sister Miracle?"

"Yes, you must be curious about my name." Edwin smiled, "I am from the Griffin Cape Frontier. My parents raised me as a man in order to hide my identity."

Jeanna immediately understood that this was one of the talents in the original witch introduction plan.

After Horn implemented the witch introduction plan, he gradually recruited various witches from all over the place.

On the one hand, their magic is used to assist industrial development and administrative management, and on the other hand, they are also studied.

A large number of well-known wizard scholars related to spells migrated to the Holy Court of Machinery, and the theory of mana and magic once again became the "topic that cannot be touched" in the Dragon Language Alchemy University.

"Forgive my rudeness, what is your miracle skill?"

"Compared to your lightning, my miracle is too insignificant." Edwin smiled shyly, "Although I am a witch of the physical body, I can't strengthen my physical body that much. However, I can remember everything I see."

"Photographic memory. Do you mean that once you have seen something, you will never forget it?"

Edwin seemed a little embarrassed: "I can also use both hands to write, calculate and write different things, does that count? Oh, I can also read sixteen books at the same time..."

As if to leave a good impression in front of this idol in the hearts of many witches, she added several points in succession.

But she didn't notice that Jeanne was almost crying with jealousy.

Many times, she worked hard at night to memorize every word and rhetoric, as well as the disgusting Alvin. But in the exam, she still wrote "Dongmei" as "Honglei", and finally had to make up the Alvin language test.

"Okay, okay." Covering her heart, Jeanna quickly stopped Edwin.

She looked the short-haired girl up and down, and felt a little relieved when she saw that Edwin's movements and expressions were almost the same as those of the men.

This probably isn't the type Horn likes, so there's no danger.

The type of woman my brother likes should be lively, cute, youthful and active, and Edwin is not up to standard for the time being.

Edwin was not discouraged. She pointed to the door of Horn's office and said, "Do you need me to inform His Majesty?"

"What is my brother doing?"

"He said he was busy with something important and asked us not to disturb him unless it was urgent." Edwin immediately added, "But you can come and go as you please."

Nodding, Jeanna shook Edwin's hand and said, "We'll talk later. You can come to see me directly at the Mechanical Palace in a few days. Maybe we can have some tea together or something."

"Okay." Edwin nodded excitedly.

Jeanna turned around with a smug smile on her face.

Reading is indeed useful. If she hadn't read history, she wouldn't have learned this trick.

It was easy to place an eye next to Horn. She didn't need to report any top-secret information. Just tell her who, especially which witch, met Horn, and she would have a great advantage.

Standing by the mirror by the door, Jeanne tidied her clothes and hair once again, then knocked gently on the door.

After waiting for four or five seconds, he pushed the door open a crack and walked in sideways.

The warm afternoon sun shone lazily on the red carpet, where a huge table was placed.

The table was filled with various documents and books. Behind the pile of documents was a figure lying over the desk.

"elder brother?"

The figure didn't respond, so Jeanna knew he was asleep.

Tiptoeing towards him, I saw the supreme leader of the Holy League lying on the table like a mangy dog, sleeping soundly like a baby.

"elder brother?"

Horn uttered something in his sleep.

Not wanting to wake him up, Jeanna just squatted down, leaned her head on the edge of the table, and looked at Horn's familiar yet unfamiliar face.

This is her brother, but not her brother. He is indeed the saint’s grandson, but he is also a mortal who can cry and laugh.

She felt more of a family affection for her dull brother, but she had indescribable feelings for the man in front of her.

How ironic.

She would rather Horn was her brother, who had just come to his senses, and she had always liked him before.

This is not the case.

This is what makes her extremely entangled. Is her love for Horn real or fake? And is Horn real or fake to her?
Wouldn't his childish and stupid behavior at that time really become a thorn in Horn's heart?
Could it be that this is the reason why the leader of the Holy League has been reluctant to finalize his marriage?

Whether it was about his own relationship or that of other witches, he was always in doubt?

Jeanna reached out her hand and gently stroked Horn's jaw and ears. She smiled, but there was a hint of sadness between her brows.

With a sigh, she stood up and prepared to find a place to sit down and wait for Horn to wake up.

But when she stood up, she accidentally caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of her eye.

Jeanna's expression suddenly became serious.

(End of this chapter)