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Chapter 189 I, Hermes, stand up again!

Joan of Arc was not among the saints who followed Christ to North America, because Moses brought Joan of Arc out first, so Joan of Arc's faith was directly concentrated on her, instead of a completely new person being born from faith like St. George.

This led to Joan of Arc having her own independent thoughts instead of serving Christ wholeheartedly.

Christ went to find Joan of Arc at the first moment of his resurrection, but by then Chiron had already hidden both Joan of Arc and Velvet, no, all three of them.

The two Joans of Arc have to hide from Zeus, and Velvet has to hide from Hera.

If one of them is discovered, there will be a bloody storm.

Chiron's skills were very good, and Zeus was in the sky at the time. If he had found out that Christ was looking for his men, a fight would have probably started right away. So Christ, who failed to find Joan of Arc, changed his tactics.

If you look for it yourself, it will easily lead to a big fight, so let someone else look for it.

Hermes is this man!
As a former messenger, finding people is a basic operation. How can you deliver a letter if you can't find the person? Moreover, his identity will definitely not arouse suspicion.

At most, people would mistakenly think that he just wanted to get to the top by sending women to Zeus, but there would be no problem.

Absolutely not!

Hermes was surprised that Christ was looking for a Gold Saint, but then he thought that she was his holy virgin, and maybe he wanted to play with women!

In this case, the Holy Land still gave his Christ to the cow, and he just wants the cow back, which is no big deal.

"Okay! I'll contact you after I find her."

"Okay, Mr. Hermes."

Christ was waiting for the other party to hang up, but Hermes was slow to do so. Could it be so soon?
"Mr. Hermes, do you have any news to tell me?"

"No, it's not. I just want to hear your voice again."

Holy shit! There's a gay!

Christ hung up the phone with a snap. Damn, fags! A bunch of perverts!
I actually like listening to sounds, damn!
"Teacher, you look very bad, did something unexpected happen?"

Although Christ's expression hardly changed, as his chief disciple, St. Peter was keenly aware that Christ's mood had turned very bad in just a moment.

"It was a little unexpected, but it seems good at the moment."

Christ hated fags, it was against nature, that is, against the will of God, his will.

Reproductive organs should do what reproductive organs should do, not act as a troublemaker.

But if Hermes is gay, then it would be safer to have him look for Joan of Arc!

He knew how beautiful Joan of Arc was. Among the men in the world, the only ones who didn't like Joan of Arc were gays and those with distorted aesthetics. Asking them to look for Joan of Arc could indeed eliminate some problems at the source.

Just consider it as waste recycling. These life forms that violate the laws of nature must be put to death!
"Lord, the first batch of Inquisition Executioners have been trained. Please review them."

"Well, let's go."

In a gorgeous room in Paris, Hermes held the telephone receiver tightly and was reluctant to put it down.

He is not gay. Again, he is probably not gay!

In ancient Greece and Rome, basically every famous person had one or two homosexual lovers, and Zeus' favorite was a man who was more beautiful than a woman!
So I’m not sure if he is gay!
But what is certain is that he did not have that kind of feeling towards Christ, he just wanted to hear Christ call him Mr. Hermes again.

He had had enough of the contempt and humiliation, and Christ was the only one of all the gods he had met who spoke to him as an equal and even used honorifics for him.

There was no contempt, humiliation or indifference in his tone.

Only respect!

He had often heard such words before, but hearing them now was so precious!
The party in the Moulin Rouge was still going on. Even though he was a thousand meters away, he could still hear the voices of the theater actors through the loudspeakers specially set up in the Moulin Rouge.

He was certain that one voice was that of his son Hermaphroditus, and the other, that of the damned Cerberus.

That kind of voice, that kind of words, he couldn't even imagine what his son was performing!
"Zeus, Hades, I will repay you for this humiliation, I will!"

Hermes closed the curtains to keep out prying eyes, but he didn't really need to.

France is a staunch Christian country. Although there have been events such as the Avignon Prisonership and the Sacred League in history, it cannot change the fact that the Christian Church is the spiritual pillar of the French people.

Hermes' whereabouts were under the surveillance of the Christian Church from the beginning. Apart from him, all the people living in his building were clergymen, and the same was true for those around him.

So he could absorb the crystals of faith with peace of mind, and no one would disturb him.

There are saints hidden among these clergy.

These five million units of faith crystallization are a great tonic for Hermes. As the former main god, his foundation is still there.

It would be easy for him to accommodate these five million units of faith, but he didn't do it. Finding people costs money. Without money, there will be no manpower and no intelligence. Although it is important to restore strength, it is more important to complete Christ's mission and get more assistance!

"Hmm~ah~My strength is back, this feels so good!"

Hermes looked at his muscular body with satisfaction. Although his appearance was not as good as Apollo's, it was enough to make some ladies drool.

Hermes took out the envelope that the priest had given him from the bottom of the box. After making sure that the things inside were still there, he put the envelope close to his body and said bluntly that the things inside were more valuable than his life.

After collecting the remaining crystals of faith and making sure that nothing was left out, Hermes activated the mechanism in the room and left with some money.

The original owner of this house was a devout Christian who had long ago responded to Christ's command and went to North America, leaving only an empty room for Hermes to occupy.

As the ancestor of thieves and a natural thief of the Holy Body, Hermes understands the nature of his disciples too well. If anti-theft measures are not taken properly, then you are just giving money to them!
If the security in Paris was good, a scumbag like him wouldn't stay here.

Wearing a hood and a mask, Hermes sneaked into the sewer. This dark corner that the gods disdain to pay attention to is a good place for all kinds of dangerous transactions.

Now that the gods have resurrected, all kinds of mythical creatures have reappeared in the world. Werewolves, vampires, banshees, these ants in the eyes of gods, aliens rejected by humans, now mostly gather here, looking for their own way out.

This is mainly because they don't look good. Like the recently appeared elves, humans directly designated a nature reserve for them to live in. This is the natural advantage of being good-looking and not fond of war!

If this were replaced by a hairy werewolf that loves to eat people, or a vampire with gray skin, sharp fangs and a love for drinking human blood, it would be a waste of thousands of years of development if humans did not kill them all.

"Does this gentleman need a tour guide? I'm very cheap."

As soon as Hermes came in, he was approached by a cat demon. This cat demon tribe was the banker of this trading market. If one wanted to buy or sell information, it was best to find them.

Popping out a coin, Hermes said, "Take me to the Baron."

The tiny ragdoll cat caught the coin, its fluffy tail wagging as it led the way for Hermes.

Baron is the dealer here, an Egyptian cat. She likes to be called Cleopatra, but according to the rules agreed upon by these underground market dealers, she can only use Baron as her code name to the outside world.

This is the same level division as the aristocratic system. Her strength is only enough to become a baron. There are not many things that can be bought and sold in her place. She is the only one who does the business of intelligence trading. Because her place is too small, those big intelligence dealers look down on her.

There were no big intelligence dealers and no overly valuable goods, so there wouldn't be any powerful people around here, and Hermes wouldn't have to worry about being recognized. Moreover, many things here could be purchased with human currency, rather than at the level of crystals of faith, which could save a lot of money.

There is no upper limit on the cost of intelligence, and good intelligence can be incredibly expensive!
"Queen, the guests have arrived."

"Please come in. I rarely have customers who want to buy intelligence. What kind of information do you want to buy?"

Cleopatra has grown into a human form, with a face that looks neither human nor cat, and most humans are a little scared when they see her.

But to Hermes, this appearance was not so bad, because each of those monsters was a hundred times more ferocious than her.

"I need to find someone."

"Who is it?"

"Virgo Saint, Jeanne d'Arc."

"Meow!"

The name Joan of Arc scared the queen out of her mother tongue. What kind of a traitor is this self-proclaimed queen? If she dares to inquire about the whereabouts of the big shots in the Holy Land, she will be made into cat jerky tomorrow!
"We can't meet your request. Please find someone else."

"No, you can do it. Joan of Arc has gone into hiding to avoid Zeus's harassment. You cat demons have wandered all over Europe, so you will definitely be able to find her whereabouts."

Although Joan of Arc was hiding from Zeus under Chiron's arrangement, it was impossible for her not to rest, and she had to participate in the battle. Zeus was just unable to find her whereabouts due to many obstacles. As long as there were enough spies, it would not be difficult to find Joan of Arc hiding in the crowd.

As we all know, stray cats and dogs are a major feature of Europe today. Groups of them can be found everywhere where humans have left their mark in Europe.

With stray cats and pet cats as spies, Jeanne can definitely be found as long as she appears in the town.

"That's true, but how dare we, as small characters, go and get this kind of information..."

"This is the deposit. If you find it, I'll pay ten times as much."

Hermes threw out one million in cash. The money was stolen, and he didn't feel sad at all.

As a god, it is not easy for him to get money from mortals. Even if he is despised by other gods, he is still a god.

The queen looked at the one million with shining eyes. It was not easy to find such a generous customer. Those who came here were all newcomers. It was common sense that newcomers had no money. She could only earn hard-earned money in this market. This one million was equivalent to her monthly income.

"Okay, deal!"

"Well, if you have any news, just call this number. I'm always here."

Hermes left the market and rushed to another one without stopping. There were many small markets like this, all of which were opened by races like cat demons which were numerous but weak. Precisely because of their weak strength, they were everywhere. If one wanted to find someone without attracting the attention of higher gods, these weak creatures spread all over the world were the best choice.

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