Moe Cultivation Diary

Chapter 841 The difference between men and women
"How to solve the armor problem? I actually forgot about it. I can't expect to build a suitable armor within two days."

On the second day of the banquet, Bertrand and Demes had a tangled discussion, considering everything, but they didn't customize the armor for Joan of Arc.

For a knight, armor is equal to a second life. Which knight on the battlefield does not wear armor now?The increase in survival rate is also very obvious.

"What's the use of hastily built, if you want to get it, make the best one"

"I want to do the best, how can I have so much time?"

The two of them thought for a few seconds. It was impossible to forge a suit of armor before going out. They could only get ready-made ones. They had ordinary ones, but they had to be suitable for Joan of Arc's identity.

What's more, the armor suitable for Joan of Arc is naturally different from the conventional ones. Compared with the heavy full-body armor, relatively lighter ones are more suitable.

"Knight Bertrand, Knight Demes, that Baron Gilles is here!" The door creaked, and the heavily armed soldiers stepped forward and said in a low voice.

"Let him in quickly" × 2
The two said it almost at the same time, with the same color in their eyes, being able to ask the crown prince directly, at least it is considered a bit of status, saving your life, it is not too much to repay with something.

"Two, saintess..."

"Boy, I need your help on something very important." As soon as Gilles entered the door, before he could speak, a pair of big hands were already on his shoulders, and his body sank heavily.

"Please tell me." Gilles smiled wryly. He hadn't suffered any serious injuries, and his body was still in recovery. This was really not a light blow.

"Our negligence, and we didn't expect to go to the battlefield so soon, the armor of the saint." Demes smiled and pushed Bertrand away, and put his thick arm on Giles' shoulder again and said.

"...I'm here this time for this purpose." His cheeks twitched again, his handsome face was slightly funny, and Giles rubbed his shoulders and said.

"My family happened to collect a lot of armor from the previous generation. Last time I saw the equipment that the saint didn't prepare for the battlefield, I specially sent a set to see if it can help."

"Boy, it's not bad." With a gratified expression, Demes laughed and said, this kid is more useful than they imagined, and he patted his shoulder heavily with his right hand.

"The saint is..." His face turned blue for a while, and Giles felt that he had to wait a few days for his body, which was expected to recover before going to the battlefield.

"Wow, let me go"

"..." Just as he was about to ask if Joan was there, there was a sound of struggling from the room on the other side, and Gilles looked in that direction suspiciously.

"Inside?"

"You can see for yourself"

"Really?" With his heart pounding, Gilles asked inexplicably. The room inside... should be the room of the saint.

"It's not what you think." Bertrand and Demes also looked at each other helplessly. Fortunately, there are only their own people here, so it would be terrible for outsiders to see.

There was a creaking door, and the scene on the other side of the door made Giles look a little bit different from what he had imagined.

In addition to the saint he wanted to see, there was another girl, whose appearance seemed to be a similar figure to the night he was saved by the saint.

The long lavender hair was in a mess, and the girl in the long black dress was hugged by the saint, struggling to leave, but it was difficult to leave anyway.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Joan let go of her hands, and the escaped Youfeng just wanted to change back to the heroic spirit mode, but thinking of the previous agreement, she reluctantly floated beside her.

Joan of Arc wanted him to be a pillow last night, but You Feng said that it was really difficult to meet... So Joan decided to settle for the next best thing, hoping that You Feng could be by her side as an 'entity'.

Feeling that the influence was not too great, Youfeng agreed, and then...it became what it was just now.

"What are you looking at, be careful to beat you" The gaze on his body made Youfeng look at Gilles unhappily, but Youfeng didn't have much other thoughts about this notorious blue beard in later generations.

After all, it was done only by being loyal to Joan of Arc, so I really don’t hate it, and I haven’t done anything excessive in this era, but!Dare to look at him with disgusting eyes!

"This girl is..."

"I said I'll beat you up"

As soon as the words "Puff" came out, a strong impact came from the abdomen, and Gilles couldn't help but knelt down on the ground in a frustrated posture, feeling a strong discomfort in his abdomen.

Who did I provoke!

But the opponent's speed and strength also shocked Giles. He is a knight, and his physical fitness is far beyond that of ordinary people. Even if his body has not recovered, he cannot withstand a single blow.

Just now I saw the girl being held in the arms of the saint and couldn't break free, why did she suddenly change!It's a ghost if you can't break free with this force, it didn't look like it was faking just now.

Don't tell him that there is such a big difference between men and women...

"...Saint, the expedition is about to start. In order to repay his life-saving grace, Baron Gilles is here to give away the armor he collected." Seeing Gilles' stomach ache, Demes stepped forward and said with a smile.

"Exactly" Gilles also reacted, and reluctantly ordered the attendants who followed him to move the armor to the side.

Compared with the armor of male knights, the armor that is more suitable for women is not the armor that covers the whole body, and only light armor is attached to some vital and key parts.

"Thank you for the Baron's gift." Bertrand and Demes didn't refuse him from the door, and Joan of Arc roughly understood it, and said with a light smile.

As for the blow just now... the three people present obviously didn't see it, Bertrand and Demes didn't dare to reprimand the lord, Joan of Arc, she was also reluctant, no matter what, she was a god.

"I'll take my leave first, Holy Maiden. I'll see you at the military meeting tomorrow." Clutching his belly, Gilston took two steps back. This purple-haired loli has a lot of tattoos on her body, so it's better not to get close.

The "Military Council" frowned, and Joan murmured in a low voice.

"Yeah, Chinon is less than three days away from Orleans, so it's normal to hold a battle meeting now, what questions does the saint have?"

"No, it's nothing." Joan of Arc shook her head calmly and said softly.

"Military meeting, we haven't received any notice." After Gilles left, Youfeng said casually while sitting on the bed.

"It's normal. An outsider suddenly becomes the commander of the expeditionary army. Even if he has the name of a saint, there are many people who are dissatisfied." Joan of Arc said not too strangely.

The nobles often discounted the orders of the royal family. It would be surprising if there were no accidents, but she did not expect that such an important matter as the military meeting was not notified to her.

Looking at it now, more people regard her as a mascot to boost morale.

(End of this chapter)