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Xu Ming had never seen such a despicable and shameless enemy!

He suddenly burst into laughter, as if he had gone mad.

Upon closer inspection, however, one can see that although he is smiling, his eyes are cold.

Xu Ming was truly enraged.

Since you're so determined to stop me, I'll just take what you want right in front of you!!

A breeze blew by, bringing with it the rich aroma of malt.

The cool breeze also cooled down Xu Ming's feverish brain.

Anger can be a powerful motivator, but it should not be allowed to dictate one's reason.

Just then, a puzzled voice suddenly came from the side.

"Excuse me, is there anything I can do for you, sir?"

Xu Ming turned his head and saw a man dressed in linen clothes, looking at him with curiosity.

Chapter 509 Dong Remi

Xu Ming looked the farmer who had suddenly appeared up and down, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

The farmer in front of him was blond, blue-eyed, and tall; he was actually a foreigner.

The farmer seemed somewhat shocked by Xu Ming's black hair and black eyes, and even took a half step back uneasy.

Xu Ming then noticed that the other person was speaking a language similar to English, which he had heard before; it seemed to be French!

For some reason, Xu Ming was able to understand it.

If Xu Ming wasn't mistaken, this should be the other world constructed by the Holy Grail that Jeanne d'Arc had mentioned.

He now desperately wants to know his location and time so that he can formulate a countermeasure.

"This is where?"

Xu Ming tried to ask.

The other party seemed to understand Xu Ming's language immediately, hesitated for a moment, and then stammered:

"This, this is Dong Remi."

Xu Ming immediately felt that the name sounded very familiar.

"Domrémy... wait! Joan of Arc!?"

A sudden inspiration struck Xu Ming.

"Joan of Arc? Who's that?"

The farmer looked at him with a bewildered expression.

Xu Ming was taken aback by the other party's reaction.

Did he guess wrong?

He immediately began to think.

The other person spoke French, and the place names corresponded to those in France, so this must be the famous hometown of the Virgin Mary—Dom Remy.

But he said he didn't know Joan of Arc.

Joan of Arc's fame in France is equivalent to that of King Arthur in England and Washington in America. They might forget the name of their own president, but they would never be unaware of Joan of Arc.

Unless this is the era before Joan of Arc's birth.

The Holy Grail will not summon nameless individuals (except for those who are merely tools), nor will it teleport them to unrelated locations.

Before Joan of Arc, the most famous French figure was Charlemagne and his twelve warriors.

Xu Ming felt he needed to confirm this further, so he asked again:

What era are we living in?

The farmer's eyes suddenly looked very strange, but he still answered him.

"It is now May 28, 1432 AD."

Xu Ming was stunned. This was almost a year since Joan of Arc's death; it was impossible for anyone in France, especially in her hometown, not to know this...

and many more!

Xu Ming suddenly realized that there was a problem with his thinking.

At this time, Joan of Arc was not yet a saint. The title of "saint" was only rehabilitated more than twenty years after her death, and she was canonized five hundred years later. At this time, Joan of Arc was still a witch who had just been burned at the stake, slandered by the English.

So he asked cautiously:

"Do you know Jean Dalc?"

The farmer immediately looked at him warily, and suddenly raised the pitchfork he was holding upside down.

"You know Jeanne?"

The farmer's reaction was completely unexpected by Xu Ming.

He quickly raised both palms towards the farmer to indicate that he posed no threat, and said at the same time:

“I meant no harm. I suppose I’m one of her comrades, so…”

"My current comrades are still comrades, no problem, bro."

Xu Ming added a sentence in his mind at the same time.

The farmer's attitude softened slightly. Although he put down his pitchfork, he still kept a very wary eye on him.

"I'm sorry, something's happened in the village... It's all those damned British's fault. Our village is quite nervous around outsiders now."

"I understand! I understand!"

"So you came to see little Jeanne for..."

“I was just passing by and stopped by to visit her parents.”

It was perfectly reasonable for Xu Ming to visit the parents of his deceased comrade while passing by. However, Xu Ming failed to see the deep suspicion that flashed across the farmer's eyes when he claimed to be Joan of Arc's comrade.

“Jeanne’s house is at the east end of the village, and it’s the second largest house in the village.”

The farmer pointed to a small village in the distance.

"I still have farm work to finish, so I won't go back with you."

Thanks, goodbye.

"Goodbye."

Xu Ming thanked the farmer and turned to walk towards Don Remy.

Looking at his retreating figure, the farmer had a very strange expression on his face.

After Xu Ming had walked a distance away, the farmer glanced towards the village, and after confirming that Xu Ming could no longer see him, he turned and walked in another direction along the path...

On the other side, Xu Ming followed the country path to Domrémi, the village that is said to be the origin of the saint's life.

Amidst the villagers' curious, wary, or fearful gazes, Xu Ming knocked on Zhen De's door.

"Coming right away, please wait a moment."

A woman's voice came from inside the house.

Then the door opened, and a woman who looked eight or nine parts like Joan of Arc, but with a more mature demeanor, dressed as a village girl, appeared in the doorway.

Looking at that familiar face and the golden ponytail flowing behind his head, Xu Ming couldn't help but feel a little dazed. Wasn't this the mature version of Joan of Arc?

Although Joan of Arc was mature enough in some aspects, her temperament was something that could not be faked.

The woman, who appeared to be Joan of Arc's mother, glanced over Xu Ming's black hair, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes, but it quickly turned into a wary look.

Who are you looking for?

“Hello, madam. I once fought alongside Miss Jeanne, and since I was passing by, I thought I'd like to visit her family.”

Xu Ming once again resorted to the same excuses he used to deceive the farmers.

Surprisingly, upon hearing that Xu Ming was a comrade-in-arms of Joan of Arc, the woman's expression did not seem to change much, maintaining a lukewarm attitude.

Xu Ming couldn't help but sigh inwardly. He never expected that the first problem he would encounter would be because of his appearance.

In the Middle Ages, the West, especially the Church, seemed to regard 'black hair and black eyes' as a symbol of the devil's child, and France was a well-known 'filial son' of the Church, the stronghold of Catholicism.

The fact that the farmers didn't immediately tie him to the stake was probably because they were wary of his identity and feared he might possess some terrifying abilities.

Although the woman opposite him didn't show it so obviously, Xu Ming could still vaguely sense a sense of rejection from her.

"I'm sorry, I..."

The woman was about to refuse when she suddenly noticed the cross Xu Ming was wearing around his neck. She was taken aback, and her expression immediately softened.

“Take out your cross, and then follow me…”

The woman glanced at the villagers watching and quickly whispered.

"Oh, this."

Xu Ming was immediately confused.

"hurry up!"

The woman seemed to notice that the villagers' gazes were starting to look strange, and quickly said something.

So, Xu Ming imitated the woman's actions, holding the cross in his hand and drawing a cross in front of him.

Seeing Xu Ming's actions, the villagers' hostility immediately lessened.

Xu Ming then suddenly realized what was going on.

His imitation of women's actions was tantamount to a pledge of allegiance.

After all, in the eyes of these villagers, God is omnipotent.

If a child of evil dares to hold a cross and imitate believers making the sign of the cross, he is courting death, just like a vampire going to the beach to sunbathe.

Chapter 510 Caster Class Trial (Bonus Chapter for National Day)

Xu Ming still hasn't figured out what the 'Caster' class trial is asking him to do, and after the system sent him a message, he started playing dead.