When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 948 I didn’t expect that you had all the props ready for flipping the cards!
There was a red velvet bag beside the prone Horn, and Jeanna saw a piece of cardboard the size of a book.

The cardboard was nothing special, but what really made Jeanne look serious was the picture on it.

On the cardboard, there is a line copperplate print.

It looked like a rough draft drawn with a quill pen with only lines, and no color was added yet.

Although the picture looked abstract, Jeanna could tell at a glance that it was a portrait.

The knuckles of Jeanna's fingers holding the cards turned slightly white, and her back teeth began to rub against each other.

If she was not mistaken, it was a portrait of Catherine.

Therefore, this good brother, who had always been worried and missing Catherine, always carried Catherine's portrait with him.

Jeanne's hair moved automatically without wind, and there was a faint electric current flowing in the air.

She was about to reach out her hand in frustration and slap Horn to wake him up, but she suddenly stopped.

Because she actually saw the cardboard in the bag again and reached out to pull it out.

The portrait on the cardboard was holding a war flag, looking majestic, but this time it was herself.

Looking at her own portrait on her left hand and Catherine's portrait on her right hand, Jeanne felt inexplicably relieved.

But as soon as she breathed a sigh of relief, she felt something was wrong.

"That's not right. Why should I be relieved? Isn't he still carrying the portrait of another saint?"

The small nose wrinkled again, the mouth turned up, and Jeanna reached out again to slap Horn awake.

But when her hand was only the last centimeter away from Horn's shoulder, Jeanne suddenly stopped.

She silently withdrew her hand, picked up the red velvet bag, walked to the side and squatted.

Holding the two lower corners of the red velvet bag, Jeanna shook it gently, and in an instant, more than a dozen pieces of cardboard fell down.

Looking at the pile of cardboard on the carpet, Jeanna fell into a long silence.

There was no expression, no movement, as if time had stood still.

Taking a deep breath, Jeanna forced out an ugly smile with gritted teeth and started flipping through the cardboards one by one.

"Carrie, Catherine, Shilov, Estrella, Novia...Edwin?!"

Looking at the portrait on the cardboard, Jeanne could hardly believe her eyes.

Can you do this, Edwin?
Before, Jeanne thought that Edwin was not worthy of being her opponent, but now, a certain Pope is willing to accept anyone who comes to him!

So what are these cardboards used for?
Without thinking, Jeanna put the cardboard back into the red velvet bag and reached out to draw a card blindly.

"Meliati? You're quite good at having fun." Jeanna's face completely fell. She was angry and helpless, but she could only be angry helplessly.

Four aren’t enough, do you really have to be so greedy?
At this point, the usefulness of the cardboard and red velvet bag becomes apparent.

I'm still worried that Horn might be hesitant to get married because of what happened in the past and is still feeling guilty about it.

On his side, on the other hand, not only did he not feel anything, he even prepared the tools for flipping the cards in the future!

"Hmm..." Horn, who was sleeping, suddenly felt his hair stand on end. He felt nervous and had a sense of crisis as if he had faced an angel.

His eyelids slowly opened, and Horn blinked rapidly several times, looking at the office in front of him.

In the quiet office, under the warm autumn sun, dust is flying and jumping in the sunlight, as if gold grains are swaying in the air.

There are no angels or assassins either.

Since the last angel incident, the Holy See City has not taken any other action except sending out a few more waves of assassins.

Especially after Charles VIII invaded the Windmill Lands, Pugliano politically ignored Horn and the Holy League.

Besides, the Holy Mechanical Court has added a lot of anti-aircraft crossbows, and there are Shadow Crow soldiers patrolling the houses day and night.

Angels shouldn't attack.

But before Horn had time to recover from the shock, he heard a vague sound of footsteps.

What greeted him was not a gentle caress, but a roar like thunder.

"It's about three o'clock, get up and have tea!"

"Ouch!" Horn, who had just woken up, was so frightened by the shout that his heart almost jumped out. He turned his head and saw that it was Jeanna, so he covered his chest and said, "Why are you yelling so loudly? You scared me."

Jeana didn't give him a good look. Her cheeks flushed and she stared at him with shame and anger: "Are you dreaming? Who are you meeting in your dream again?"

"Ah?" Horn was still confused.

Seeing that Horn's bewildered look was not fake, Jeanna felt a glimmer of hope. She picked up the red velvet bag and asked, "What is this?"

"How is it?" Horn smiled. "Those painters are too old-fashioned. I designed your images myself. I even made them one size bigger for you."

"Shameless!" Jeanna rushed forward and pinched Horn's cheek, her face turning redder. "You've become the Witch Emperor, and you've even opened a harem of witches. I've acquiesced to you and Carrie, and you still want more..."

As she spoke, Jeanna was about to cry, and Horn became panicked.

He looked at the red velvet bag and it took him a long time to react: "Hey, you misunderstood. This is not for me to flip the card."

"what is that?"

"I'm here to turn over the cards for everyone."

Jeanne was quiet for a moment, and then the ends of her black hair lit up with burning gold.

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Ten minutes later, the office, which was flashing with electric lights, became quiet again.

Jeanne, her face flushed, sat on Horn's lap and fiddled with the cardboard with her slender fingers.

"This card is too big. It's not convenient to carry."

Horn, whose hair was slightly burnt and curled, put his arms around Jeanne’s waist and rested his chin on her shoulder: “This is the original engraving, of course it has to be made bigger for easier printing.

In the future, it will continue to shrink until it is the size of a palm, making it easier for others to carry it.”

"Why are you doing this?" Jeanne turned sideways, put her arms around Horn's neck, and kissed him on the mouth.

Compared to four years ago, Jeanne and Horn are undoubtedly much closer.

Although Jeanne was either studying at Jeanne d'Arc or working at Black Snake Bay, Horn would always come to see Jeanne whenever he was free on holidays.

Sometimes we go to see the maple leaves, sometimes we go for a picnic outside together.

Although Horn never took the initiative to mention the relationship between the two, he touched and played with her.

Except for the last step, everything else has been done.

Of course, the other three saints should be similar.

It’s not that they are too proactive, but that Carrie is too curly.

Carrie led the Shadow Crow Regiment, the Internal Guard Cavalry Regiment and Yiheshu to suppress the nobles and preside over the land distribution in the newly acquired five counties of Leia all year round.

However, every time he came back from a New Year's party or a vacation, he would stick with Horn.

In her own drunken words, Horn took away her Thousand River Valley with the Holy Gun, and she wanted to take it back with her belly!

Several times, when the saints were not paying attention, Carrie would carry the drunk Horn to her bedroom.

If Brother Horn had been faster, the raw rice crackers might have been turned into cooked rice porridge.

Smelling the faint scent of chamomile, Horn smiled bitterly: "I work every day, and I can't have any hobbies?"

After all, you still have to combine work and rest. You have fought for four years and worked for three years, and now you are not allowed to enjoy yourself?

Horn was not planning to forcefully promote these cards, but was planning to play with them on a small scale himself and sell them as luxury goods.

The main reason is that Shenglian recently recruited several craftsmen with color separation and overprinting technology from France, but Shenglian does not have much demand at present.

It was just right for Horn to find some work for them to do so that they wouldn't run away.

"Okay, what do you want to see me about?"

"You're asking me." Raising her head from Horn's collarbone, Jeanna stared at him, "Didn't you ask me to come here?"

"Oh, right." Horn slapped his head, "I'm going to set up a devil's court. Are you interested in being the chief judge?"

(End of this chapter)