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Even so, even including the hidden households, the total population of the Kingdom of Camelot is only about one million, and a total of 420,000 people have moved into the small world. The robot craftsmen only built five cities to successfully meet the demand.

Two weeks later, as the last family with their children moved into the small world, Bai Mu also left this era with a few people.

Afterwards, he traveled to the Sui and Tang dynasties, fought with many generals, practiced Taoism, and by the way, saved a group of people and let them join the Kingdom of Camelot.

He then traveled to the Middle Ages to compete with masters from different periods.

Before we knew it, more and more people were being rescued, and the area of ​​our home was getting larger and larger.

By the time you leave the "Battle of Yashan" mini-game, the area of ​​your home space has expanded to the size of three Japans, containing a large population from different eras around the world, with a total population of over three million.

Because of cultural differences, many people from the Tang and Song dynasties chose to serve under King Arthur in the form of dominions, similar to the vassal states under the Zhou emperor.

Chapter 290: Joan of Arc: Is this a test for me?

Once again travel through time and space and return to Earth.

Looking at the surrounding scenery, everyone was full of curiosity.

Morgan looked around and said thoughtfully:

"I seem to have been to this city before. Is this Rouen?"

"Yes."

Bai Mu nodded slightly, and then said:

"This is May 29, 1431, the afternoon before Joan of Arc of France was executed."

"The reason I came to this era is, first, I want to meet that village girl, and second, I want to know whether her so-called apocalypse is true or false?"

Upon hearing this, Nero unconsciously recalled the report on major future events that he had watched with Attila and the Hun elders.

One of them says that Joan of Arc was burned at the stake in 1431.

"Why would someone who can be called a saint be subjected to this kind of burning specifically for witches? What kind of person is she?"

"Would you like to know if you go and see it?"

Bai Mu smiled, turned on his clairvoyance, looked around at the heavily guarded areas, and soon found a blonde girl locked in a cell.

Outside the cell, several believers were debating with her while holding the Bible.

After turning on the unified field, becoming invisible and silent, Bai Mu and several others instantly arrived in the cell.

"Witch Joan of Arc, do you admit your crime?"

"I don't understand what I have to admit. No matter how many times you ask, my answer remains the same: I am not a witch."

"That's ridiculous. The Pope has repeatedly sought confirmation from God, asking if He knows of your existence... Even if you flatly deny it, your crimes are still innumerable. You impersonated a saint and spread false doctrine... The above is the entire confession you signed."

"So this is why you asked me to sign my name before. You really did lie to me, knowing that I can't read..."

Hearing this, Nero couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"She's illiterate, yet she has the nerve to pretend to be a saint. What kind of country girl is she?"

"Speaking of which, this little girl looks too much like the three of us, Yu Deng. Could she be a descendant of Yu Deng?"

Upon hearing this, Altria and Morgan looked at each other.

When watching the video of the Fourth Holy Grail War, the image of Joan of Arc flashed through Bluebeard's memories.

At that time, I felt that her appearance was very similar to the three of us, and when we actually saw her, it was the same face no matter how you looked at it.

"What should we do next? Rescue them directly?"

"No, ask the person concerned first."

Bai Mu shook his head slightly, adjusted the magic power in his body, and activated the illusion magic. The many priests, nuns, and guards outside the cell were all confused, and a different picture appeared in their eyes.

The scope of the unified field was expanded to include Joan of Arc in an instant.

In just a moment, Joan of Arc discovered the problem.

The priest seemed to be talking to himself, but his eyes were completely looking elsewhere.

Looking back, my mind was also stagnant.

"Who are you?"

Why do you look so much like me?

"We are travelers across time and space. This is Medea from the Age of Gods, and this..."

Before Bai Mu finished speaking, Nero couldn't wait to interrupt him:

"I'd like to introduce myself! I'm Nero Claudius, the fifth emperor of the Roman Empire. Because I was saved by the player, I was removed from pan-human history and never truly died."

"This is Attila, King of the Huns, and this is King Arthur, Altria, and King Arthur's sister, Morgan."

Joan of Arc looked at the few people in confusion. Three years ago, she was still a country girl with little knowledge.

In the next two years, I was busy leading troops in battle. Due to time constraints, I didn't even have time to learn to read. I just learned some necessary knowledge in a hurry.

He was captured last year due to carelessness and has been in a cell ever since.

I've never heard of Nero or Attila.

"I'm sorry, I can't read, and I've never read a book. I don't know much about history, and I don't have any impression of the names of Nero and Attila."

"As for King Arthur, I heard about him when I was a child. He seemed like a character in a story, a fake one."

Nero was speechless, it was like talking to a cow.

If you think about it carefully, it's normal.

After all, you can't expect someone who doesn't even know how to read to know the history of thousands of years ago.

"In that case, let's put it another way. I am your ancestor, a man who lived over a thousand years ago. As for the evidence, you can tell by looking at my appearance, right?"

"A country girl like me possesses a beauty comparable to mine. It's obvious that you have the same noble blood flowing in your veins as me."

What a weirdo.

Jeanne looked at them curiously, and soon thought of a question. She asked with great anticipation:

"So, you came here specifically to rescue me?"

"No, it depends on your answer."

Bai Mu shook his head slightly and said in a deep voice:

"If you are willing to leave France with your family, we can rescue you, but if you plan to return to the battlefield, forget it."

"Why!?"

Joan of Arc was stunned for several seconds before she reacted and said hesitantly:

"This war has lasted too long, and both countries have suffered heavy casualties. My goal is not to win, but only to prevent the war."

"If you can stop the war, I won't have any problem moving or living in seclusion."

Altria sighed secretly. In the previous time and space, she had actually tried to stop the war without telling Baimu.

But even if one is stopped, another will break out, and there will be no end to it.

"You don't understand what I mean." Bai Mu sighed softly, "We are travelers in time and space. The present belongs to the future, and this place is just the past that has long been destined."

"Don't you understand? Then let me put it another way."

"Tomorrow is your destined death. Faking your own death is your only option."

"If you insist on fighting against fate, you will either die yourself or take the whole world with you."

Joan of Arc stared blankly at the white screen, feeling an inexplicable sense of grievance in her heart.

I just want to stop the war. What's this about a predetermined death? And taking the whole world with me? Am I that important?

"Do you have any evidence to support your claim?"

Joan of Arc glanced at the priest who was talking to himself outside the cell and spoke again:

"Even if you possess this magical ability, what you said is too strange."

"I have always believed that man can conquer nature. If fate is predetermined, then the word 'hard work' would not exist."

"Well said, but unfortunately, the future can indeed be changed, but the past is predetermined." Bai Mu paused and asked, "If you could travel back in time a hundred years ago, would you be able to stop this war that has lasted for a hundred years?"

"Well……"

At this moment, Joan of Arc finally understood a little bit what the other party meant.

"If I could really travel back a hundred years, even if I couldn't prevent those major events, that would only be because I lacked the ability. Saving a few people who were doomed to die shouldn't be a problem."

"If they were obscure individuals with little impact on history, then saving them would be insignificant. But for those celebrities and heroes who could significantly alter history, the restraining force would spontaneously revise history."

"What is restraining force?"

"There are two restraining forces. One is Alaya, which is the unified consciousness of mankind and the collective consciousness formed by the instincts of all mankind. Its purpose is to continue human existence.

The second is Gaia, the Earth's instinctive consciousness. To Gaia, what happens to humans is irrelevant; keeping the Earth alive is her sole purpose.

No one can be sure whether or not inhibition has a clear conscious awareness, but it does have a mechanism that operates similar to instinct."

As he spoke, Bai Mu took out a mobile phone that he had materialized earlier, magnified it fifty times, and began playing a game video clip of [The First Singularity - Orleans, the Evil Dragon's Hundred Years' War].

"We have plenty of time anyway, let's eat and watch. You can order whatever you want."

As Bai Mu took out the gourmet tablecloth, Artoria walked over immediately and sat down on the table and chairs that appeared.

Although they had obtained dozens of gourmet tablecloths from Bai Mu before, the people in the small world had just moved in not long ago, and refugees were rescued and migrated in one after another, so the food has been scarce.

Even though she bought food from outside from time to time, the products were not that abundant after all, so she distributed all the delicious tablecloths she got.

Of course, this is also because I eat with everyone every day, so a gourmet tablecloth is not a necessity.

"This is……"

Joan of Arc was stunned by the white screen. Not only could she turn tables and chairs into something, she could also turn food into something. Could this person be a god who had descended to the world and was testing her?

Chapter 291 Welcome to the Kingdom of Camelot

Every time she sat at the dining table, Altria felt like she had made a profit.

Although he was a little fickle, other than that, he perfectly met all of her needs.

Not to mention anything else, this tablecloth that can produce delicious food continuously and for free is a priceless treasure that is no less valuable than the holy sword.

What's more, he can also materialize gourmet tablecloths infinitely.

To be honest, if she wasn't worried that the people would develop a character of getting something for nothing and become lazy, she would want to give a gourmet tablecloth to every household.

He held a bowl of rice in one hand and picked up food with chopsticks in the other, occasionally looking up at the screen.

The plot of this singularity soon became clear.

Bluebeard could not accept Joan of Arc's death, so he used the Holy Grail to create a Black Joan of Arc in his mind and launched a revenge against France.

Evil is ultimately no match for justice, and because of the disparity in strength, it ultimately fails, and the singularity disappears.

By the end, Joan of Arc was stunned.

There was so much information that her brain short-circuited a bit, and her thoughts drifted further and further away.

Do all famous people in history become heroes after their death?

How is human nature burned out?

Is that how Gil sees me? He doesn't understand me at all.

So, tomorrow is indeed the day I die.

If I survive and return to the French army, will this place become another singularity?

"That's basically it." Bai Mu suddenly spoke, interrupting Jeanne's thoughts. "Either leave or die. There is no other choice."

"I understand your feelings, but according to historical records, your burning at the stake actually aroused the anger, fighting spirit, and patriotic enthusiasm of the French people. They continued to win victories and quickly conquered Paris."

"The war between the two countries ended very quickly."

Of course, considering her mood, Bai Mu did not specify how long soon would be.