Chapter 947：

Lion Jiejieli: "???"

The Lion Jiejie couldn't speak anymore, and moved a little away from Gray because he felt that Gray was sick.

And it is the kind that is not mildly ill.

Shi Lang looked at Matthew, and asked strangely, "Didn't you go looking for Joan?"

"Yes." Matthew nodded and said, "It's just that Miss Joan of Arc is very busy now, we can't see her."

"What is she up to?" Shi Lang asked.

Matthew lifted his palm slightly, pointed to the distant civic square, and said, "Miss Joan of Arc is preparing to confront religious doctrines."

Shi Lang turned his head and glanced at the Civic Square, with Servant's eyes, he really saw a group of Christians warming up in the Civic Square, as if to fight a particularly **** battle.

Shiro's gaze circled for a few more times, but he didn't see Nero, so he couldn't help asking strangely, "Where is Nero?"

"His Royal Highness seems to have found something interesting, so he left first."

The answer was Grey.

Without looking back, she stared at Mordred and Saber with gleaming eyes.

His eyes were as if the middle-aged greasy old driver saw the budding flower girl.

Mordred's heart was chilling, but Saber frowned, showing an expression of discomfort.

At this time, the crowd burst into cheers.

"Sage! Sage!"

"Witch, get out! Witch, get out!"

...

The cultists surrounding the Civic Square split into two groups at once, shouting loudly while spurning contempt.

Shirou turned his head and saw that it was Jeanne of Arc who appeared on the stage.

She waved to all the cultists who were shouting loudly, causing a scream like a sea tide, and the low booing of the believers on the other side.

Shiro discovered that many of these loudly shouting people were sectarians brought up by the overlord of the Red Caster at that time.

Is it really worthy of being a religious saint left behind by history?

Cultists who have split others so quickly, put them into their own pockets.

Joan and a group of primitive believers confront religion in the Civic Square.

And this is actually a war of words.

Whoever scolds fiercely, who scolds makes sense, and who scolds nicely, is basically stable.

In this regard, it is not these primitive Christians who really dominate, but Joan of Arc, who is based in the Templar Church.

Templar churches, and the worship of God, have prevailed in Western European circles for too long.

This is like the people of the celestial dynasty are deeply influenced by Confucianism, and it is a subtle cultural influence. And the religion created by the lord of the Red Caster is like a new thing, the foundation is still shallow, and it is easy to be defeated by Jeanne.

Of course, the most important thing is...

Joan's religious fighting power is too strong!

If it were in the past, Shirou would never have thought that Joan's mouth could be poisoned like this, so he could speak so well.

It can only be said that Joan's heart is too broad and soft, and under normal circumstances, she will not be angry.

In fact, even for Shakespeare, who was mad about her, she just verbally condemned her without saying much.

But as soon as I encounter this kind of religious problem...

Well, it's a Super Saiyan.

No one can fight!

And this is normal. Although the times make heroes, Joan of Arc was able to pull up a team in the magnificent Anglo-French Hundred Years War, and let Gil de Ray follow him to the death. The British were extremely jealous and still had the ability. Of.

If it is an incompetent mediocrity, how can it be possible to leave a name in history and still leave a classic trial question and answer even if it is blessed by the situation?

Shi Lang listened to it for a moment, and then felt boring.

He was really not interested in religious confrontation. Turning his head and looking at everyone, Shirou found that Mordred also had a dull expression on his face.

"Didn't you play well with religion before? Why, you are not interested in religion?" Shi Lang asked.

Mordred rolled his eyes.

Isn't this normal?

She died on this back then, so it's strange to be interested.

Shirou knew that he had said something wrong, and there was no way. He really didn't know how to communicate with Mordred.

Shiro recalled how his parents got along with him, then stretched out his palm and patted his thigh, and said, "Come on, Mordred."

"What are you doing?" Mordred looked strange.

Shi Lang pointed to his thigh and said, "Sit on Dad's lap."

Mordred twitched his mouth, and said with a black line: "You pervert! Are you so interested in my young body?"

She moved her body back like a hamster.

Shirou showed a distressed expression.

Did he say something wrong?

Isn’t it a good way to strengthen the relationship between father and daughter by letting children sit on their laps, soothing and talking at the same time?

Isn't he doing the right thing?

Shirou was in distress.

He was a father for the first time, so he really has no experience.

Shaking his head, Shi Lang eliminated the distress in his mind.

Turning to look at Grey and ask her about the connection point.