The nun with black stockings is actually a boy?

The players talked while looting the goblin's corpse.

What they didn't know was that there were two pairs of eyes watching them.

"How is it? Miss Jeanne, what do you think of this group of people?"

Helen, sitting on the treetop, turned her head to look at Joan of Arc standing next to her.

Jeanne withdrew her gaze from the players and turned to look at Helen who was sitting. "They are very weak and disorganized, like scattered soldiers, but... they have a strong fighting spirit."

Helen crossed her arms, "And it is these stragglers who are willing to fight the goblins, or rather, they are the only ones who can stop the goblins' advance."

Joan of Arc fell silent.

Those barbarians were obviously very weak, but they were willing to fight against the vicious goblins.

And yet, as a peak fourth-level cultivator, she dragged Helen away from Rome like a coward.

When the brave are angry, they turn their swords on the stronger; when the cowardly are angry, they turn their swords on the weaker.

"You are a saint, do you really want to obey the Frankish Emperor?" Helen stared at Joan of Arc mischievously.

Joan of Arc simply sat down, and her beautiful golden hair fell on the treetops, mixing with Helen's green hair.

"Are these people the reason why you stayed here?" Joan of Arc looked at the players who were gradually walking towards the position.

"Yes, a serious girl who likes to call others mom~" Helen said provocatively.

Jeanne blushed and immediately turned her head to look away. "We are discussing the issue now. I don't want to talk too much with you."

Helen's lips curled up slightly. "These people are indeed one of the reasons why I stayed. They are my wealth."

"Wealth?" Jeanne blinked, then nodded slightly. "These barbarians are indeed wealth. Not only are they good at construction, they can also fight on the battlefield. They are far more hardworking than any group I have ever seen. Do they have a kind of persistence in their goals?"

No, I just treat them like cattle and horses.

Helen nodded somewhat guiltily.

"Do you believe these people can defend Constantinople?" Joan of Arc turned her head to look at Helen.

Helen nodded first, then shook her head.

Jeanne tilted her head in confusion, "What do you mean?"

"As you said, these people are too weak. The hope of holding out is slim." Helen suddenly closed the distance between her and Jeanne. "But there's no telling how long we can buy them."

Joan of Arc fell silent again.

"Joan of Arc, I will leave, but not now. How about at least letting some people leave before I leave?" Helen's tone gradually became gentle.

Joan of Arc hesitated to speak.

"Don't worry, a decent woman like you is not dead, so how could I die?" Helen reached out and touched Joan of Arc's head.

Jeanne blushed slightly as she slapped Helen's hand away, "Don't think you're pretending to be good. At least I believe in your ability, not you."

Helen took her hand back. "So, do you believe it?"

"Okay, but you have to fight with me so that I can give my report!" Joan of Arc turned around and faced Helen with her back.

Helen blinked, then smiled and asked, "And then let me win on purpose?"

"Why tell it out loud if you know it?"

"Just teasing you."

"You tease others all day long. You're really scheming." Joan of Arc turned to look at Helen, blushing slightly as she accused him, "I really don't know why you became a saint."

Helen tilted her head and clasped her hands together, "I'm sorry, I'm just a candidate saint~"

Jeanne snorted and turned to look at the position outside the jungle. "Face me with all your might. That way I'll know when to surrender. And let me see your true strength!"

"Of course, I will try my best... to satisfy you~" Helen breathed hot air into Joan of Arc's ear, with a faint rose scent lingering in it.

Joan of Arc covered her face with her hands, turned her back and replied, "What are you doing so close to me all of a sudden?"

"Haha!" Helen immediately distanced herself from him. "It's fun to tease you!"

Hearing Helen's words, Joan of Arc turned around and cried out with tears in her eyes: "You are the person I hate the most!"

Helen raised her head and said, "I'm returning this sentence to you intact."

I have admitted to the Flower God that I will never like you.

He added silently in his heart.

"Okay, I hope you can be this tough in the arena later." Joan of Arc was so angry that she laughed and fought back.

I will never stay with this guy when I return home.

She added silently in her heart.

……

Goblin camp, king's tent.

"...Your Majesty, this is the situation on the front lines."

The goblin warmaster Vochika finished reporting on the battle situation on the front line.

"Is this the result of the first contact?" Hogg Leixin did not get angry, but closed the document page calmly.

Wochka broke out in a cold sweat. "It's my fault for training them. Please let me lead the troops and teach those barbarians a lesson."

"No, the enemy has set up trenches, clearly intending to wear us down." Hogg Thunderheart put his hands behind his back. "How many human troops have defected recently?"

"Including the troops provided by the city's nobles and the mercenaries, our human vassal army now numbers 70,000." Wojka looked troubled. "If this continues, it will affect our army's food supply."

Hogg Thunderheart stroked his chin and said, "Launch the offensive tomorrow and have the human vassal army wipe out the positions of the barbarians."

"But according to the original plan, Julian..."

"Launch the first wave of the offensive ahead of time. We can't delay any longer." Hogg Thunderheart shook his head. "Human reinforcements are on the way. We must capture Constantinople within three months."

"Yes!" Wojka knelt down and saluted.

"Allow humans to request artillery and airship support!" Hogg Thunderheart sat back on the throne.

Wochka respectfully stood up and left the tent.

"You should be able to tell me what you want." Hogg Thunderheart shouted into the empty tent.

Click! Click!

A gear man in a red robe walked out from behind the throne.

"We of the Gear Cult will forever serve the Lord of Machinery, and there's something in Constantinople!" The gears in the Gear Man's mouth turned, "A relic from ancient times."

"I know, I want to know what it is exactly?" asked Hogg Leixin.

"The life created by the ancient sages is called Rome." The gear man continued to turn the gears in his mouth, "Don't worry, Emperor of the Goblins.

"We are still on the same front now."

Chapter 109: The Saint Didn’t Know She Was On the Track [Two in One]

arena.

At this moment, the Constantinople Hippodrome had already calmed down, or perhaps because the goblin troops were at the gates of the city, many rich and middle-class people had no intention of watching.

Therefore, when Helen and Joan of Arc arrived at the arena, the staff who were taking advantage of the situation were also surprised and immediately opened a larger arena for Helen and Joan of Arc.

The arena was on grassland. Apart from the huge rocks on both sides with many knife and gun marks, there was no other cover and it was completely flat.

"We agreed in advance that if you can't hold on, you can tell me."

Jeanne stood on the huge rock on the left and spoke seriously.

Helen, who was standing under the boulder on the other side, blinked and immediately turned around to climb up the boulder.

"Hey whoosh!" Helen climbed up the boulder step by step, but she lost her footing and slipped down.

Joan of Arc watched silently as Helen slid down the boulder.

Helen pointed at the boulder expressionlessly: "I can't hold on any longer, come and help me!"

Joan of Arc: ...

With Joan of Arc's help, Helen finally reached the boulder.

"OK, let's duel!" Helen stood on the boulder with her arms folded across her chest, proudly inviting Joan of Arc.

Jeanne covered her face with one hand and said, "You're totally losing interest in me!"

"I'm already at level 4. Although level 2 is for support, I'm also a genuine level 4." Helen whispered in Jeanne's ear, "My magical power is completely different from that of a level 3 transcendent. I'm sure it will satisfy Miss Jeanne's... desire to fight."

Boom!

"Ouch~"

Helen squatted down with her hands on her head.

"You're also a candidate for Saint, can you please be more serious?" Jeanne folded her arms across her chest. "Besides, we're fighting right now."

"I'm just showing off. Aren't you jealous of a genius like me who has reached level 4 like a rocket?" Helen hooked her finger at Joan of Arc.

Joan of Arc looked at Helen for a while with a slightly red face, then nodded silently.

"Hehe, actually, I'm not a genius." A gleam flashed in Helen's emerald eyes. "It's an organization of prophets. They told me the whereabouts of many seeds."

He simply relied on the intelligence advantage of his rebirth to complete the exchange of resources. To put it bluntly, he was not a genius, but had good luck and planning skills.

Joan of Arc was startled and looked at Helen with some longing.

"That's right, Miss Jeanne wants the seed of a level 5 nun, right?" Helen knelt on the boulder, her tone as gentle as a lady from a noble family.

Joan of Arc blushed slightly as she looked to the other side and nodded.

She had been stuck at the peak of Level 4 for a long time, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say she was desperate. Once, when she wanted to break through, she even tried a seedless breakthrough.

But in the end, she failed.

4阶晋升5阶虽然从广义角度来讲，比不上2阶晋升3阶，但客观上确实比晋升3阶难。

In addition, the amount of demonic energy at that time was not much, even thin, so anyone who could try it was already a genius.

"We confiscated a pearl necklace from the goblins. On that necklace are 3rd and 5th level nun seeds, which are exactly what we need."

Helen took out a teacup from her magic pocket and poured Joan of Arc a full cup of black tea.

In the previous life game, a high-level player sneaked into the goblin treasury and was discovered. Before leaving, he took a necklace and later found that it contained the seed of the nun lineage. Because the incident was so serious, Helen was deeply impressed.

"Is this the reason why you stayed?" Joan of Arc was stunned.

Helen nodded slightly and handed the steaming hot tea to Jeanne. "With great power, you will be better able to protect your people, right?"

"Strength is the prerequisite for defending peace." Joan of Arc took the black tea and took a sip, feeling the sweet and mellow taste.

Helen raised the corner of her mouth slightly, "Then stay and be my helper~"

Be my fighting tool, serious girl.

Helen added silently in her heart.

"I understand. I, Joan of Arc, will stay and fight with you." Joan of Arc stood up and patted the mountain in the C dimension that could compete with Natalie.

For my strength, for peace, and for the poor.

Helen, let me cooperate with you again for the time being!

Jeanne added silently in her heart.

When Helen heard that Joan of Arc agreed to become a "battle tool", she smiled sweetly and said to Joan of Arc...

The boiling hot black tea was poured out.

Swish!

Joan of Arc decisively did a backflip and landed back on the huge rock on the left.

"As expected, people like you cannot be trusted." Joan of Arc summoned the holy flag from her hand.

Helen snorted, put away the tea set, and summoned her weapon, the Pure White Wand.

"Aren't you going to let me win?" Helen pretended to be aggrieved.

Jeanne raised the holy flag in her hand, "That was not lost to your red tea attack."