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Originally, a pool of lake water was just undercurrents, and a stone was thrown down by silence, which immediately caused waves.

Back to silence.

The still time flowed again, and Joan of Arc gasped while looking at the person in front of him with complicated eyes.

Jill became like this. He was no match for Jill, and the person in front of him was the god...

All the changes made her not know what she should say for a moment.

Finally, I asked in a low voice:

"Why let them go?"

"It's easy to get rid of them." Silence turned to her, "but I need to use them to give some motivation, and in addition, they have not yet met the standards of breaking the rules in their behavior."

"No..."

Joan of Arc looked around, and although he didn't say anything, he was obviously a little disappointed in his dim eyes.

She had previously put some expectations on this god from another world.

But now, it seems different from what you expected.

"Are you disappointed?" Silence was still calm and turned around. "Although I have personal preferences, fate and wishes will not have people of superiority because of my preferences. Although Jill is a person I don't like, his desire to be with you is far beyond your wish to be peaceful in the world. At least he is willing to make all efforts for it."

Joan of Arc seemed to understand.

It should be said that silence has already made it very clear.

"Does your wishes have no good or evil, but do you just depend on whether you are willing to work hard?" Joan of Arc looked at the silence with a complicated expression, "You are really a true god."

"There are still some differences." Silence shrugged his shoulders, "I still gave shackles that might be out of the rules, and this is just based on my own preferences."

The conflict between personal preferences and company rules and regulations is one of the difficulties that every entrepreneur has to face.

You can't just give him a promotion and salary increase just because you like an employee, and let him take on important tasks.

Similarly, you cannot beat someone to death without hesitation just because you don’t like him.

But if everything is rigid and you seem depressed,

Whitelists and blacklists are an attempt to silently deal with such situations.

For those who recognize and love, he will give a certain amount of help within the rules. For those who hate them, as long as they do not violate the rules, they will not take action personally. Add a blacklist and be able to survive the malice of those members who want to become businessmen. That is also a skill.

Joan of Arc, who has not yet become a member, naturally would not understand so much.

She was a little depressed.

The mantra is useless, I don’t know what to do next.

"Try to find your own wish." Silent turned around, "If you can't find it, it will be useless even if I like you no matter how much I like you."

"I really want to perform my duty as a ruler now. Isn't this wish enough?" Joan of Arc hurriedly followed by Silence.

"It's not enough, it's far from enough. This responsibility is more about the suppression imposed on you." Silent shook his head, "You have to dig your heart."

Joan of Arc gritted his teeth, as if he wanted to say something, but his silent back became farther and farther away.

It looks like I'm just walking slowly, but I can't catch up at all.

In the end, it completely disappeared into the night.

Joan of Arc stopped speechlessly.

Holding her flagpole, her heart was still turbulent.

What kind of existence is this? He has the power of a god, the kindness to help others' wishes, and can also talk to a mortal like her in peace, without any concealing his favor, but at the same time he turns a blind eye to the misfortune that occurs.

Wish, wish!

Joan of Arc noticed confusion, and instinctively folded her hands together, knelt on one knee on the ground and prayed to the omnipotent Lord, but received no response. It was obvious that even the Lord could only remain silent in the face of the will and interference of another god.

"You're indeed here."

A voice next to him interrupted Joan of Arc's prayer. She raised her head and saw the Kan Rift Fire Iron who had just met.

"Have you seen Him just now?" Kamiriki Huoori said immediately, then looked around with some anticipation, but found nothing, his expression dimmed a little, "So that's it, have you left?"

An inspiration flashed through Joan of Arc's mind.

Is this person... the Lord's revelation to Himself?

She stood up, patted her clothes, took a deep breath, and then grabbed Kamiriki Huoori's hands and looked at her extremely sincerely.

"I want to know more about the god of another world and have a wish, please!"

At this moment, the dark clouds in the sky seemed to finally dissipate a little bit. Behind the fading clouds, faint moonlight shone down and shone on the two of them.

The divine Rift Huoori felt the confusion of the hero in front of him from his eyes.

Hesitated for a moment and nodded.

"If I can answer your confusion, I will tell you, but I also need you to tell me the corresponding information and even give me some help."

"Okay." Joan of Arc agreed.

So, the two of them came to the roof of a tall building, talked to each other and talked to each other.

"So you are Joan of Arc?"

When the Kamikaro Rift Fire Armor heard the news, he was shocked.

Joan of Arc is also very famous in the world of the Demon Forbidden.

There is even a magical association with the resurrection of Joan of Arc as its core purpose, which was once very powerful.

"Holy Maiden? This title is a terrible thing for me." Joan of Arc's smile was filled with some helplessness. "I clearly chose the path of killing. Although I saved my motherland, I also killed countless people for this. They are neither demons nor evil people."

Joan of Arc never said this to anyone.

But since the person in front of him is from another world.

That probably doesn't matter.

"Even so, you still carry the name of a saint, and you did not tell anyone about your hesitation and sin, and accepted the tragic ending calmly." The God-Raising Fire Weaving paused and continued, "What's more, the word "saint" is not as heavy as you imagined."

"Hmm?" Joan of Arc turned his head and looked at her.

"I am also honored as a saint in my world." God Rift Fire Ori pointed at himself, "But I did nothing, neither great nor saved so many people like you. The reason why I am called a saint is simply because I have powerful powers and are too powerful."

"A powerful force?" Joan of Arc was stunned.

She had never heard of anyone who was called a saint because of her strength.

"Of course, your situation is not the same as mine, but there are actually similarities." Kamisaki Huoori said seriously, "that is, our holy names are all judged by the rest of us. Whether because of power or deeds, those people actually don't care what we are like."

“…”

"I want to tell you more." God Rift Huoori looked at Joan of Arc who seemed to have some understanding and continued, "The so-called saint is nothing in his world. If you want to obtain gifts, you have to step into a whole new, huge world. You must get rid of the past, find your essence, and look forward."