When the Saintess Arrives, No King Exist
Chapter 104 - 102 Future Plans

Chapter 104: Chapter 102 Future Plans

"Hey hey hey, here comes the bread." Madlan lifted the tray of thin-sliced bread and handed it one by one to the high officials of the Pope Country inside the tent.

The evening sunset shone through the door curtain, laying a layer of golden sand on the ground.

In this small tent, the fire basin emitted a dark red glow, gathering the bishops and high officials of the Knight Order.

They washed their faces, rubbed their feet, and dried their clothes.

Beside a straw bed, Jeanne held a bowl of medicinal soup, trying to force Frick to drink it.

Clenching his teeth, Frick argued noisily, complaining that there’s no medicinal wine, and he couldn’t drink it.

"Are you trying to drug me? You just want wine!" Jeanne replied sharply, "I’ve already promised Madlan, I will make you drink it before his return."

"I’m strong and can endure it. There are so many believers with colds, let them drink it." cried the thin Frick.

Previously, while traveling across the mountain highlands, many villagers fell ill, but Horn dragged on without dealing with it.

Whether from being overly exhausted or due to the miasma of the swamps, suddenly over three hundred patients emerged, forcing them to set up camp early to treat the ill.

Fortunately, it wasn’t infectious, otherwise, Horn would have had a tough time.

Up till now, Horn is still outside handling the issue of villagers falling ill with the elders.

Taking the bread from Madlan, looking at the thin crust holding the filling, Granpwen appeared a bit distracted.

"Is this bread?"

"Without a bread oven and not enough time, can’t bake stuffed bread, just make do." Madlan wiped his hands on his apron and walked toward Frick.

"Come on, Master Frick, stop making it difficult for Jeanne, just drink it." Madlan stuffed the bread into Frick’s hands, "Try it, it’s just the medicine in the dish."

Frick took the thin bread, stuffed it in his mouth, yet still refused to drink the medicine: "There should be about ten days before we reach Joan of Arc Castle?"

"Almost, hope we can arrive by mid-November, otherwise it’ll be too cold."

"Have you met Duke Kush, the one named Dane?"

"I’ve heard Dean Juanuo speak of Duke Kush, a very progressive noble." Madlan sat beside Frick’s bed, "He might be somewhat arrogant and timid, but treats the Thousand River Valley People well."

"What are you planning to do when you get to Joan of Arc Castle?" Frick raised the topic again.

"Don’t know, first find Lord Dane, ask him to help contact Dean Juanuo, maybe I’ll just settle at Joan of Arc Castle."

"Not planning to clear your name?"

"Clear what? It’s meaningless now, stealing bread or not, who cares?"

"Humph." With a light snort, Frick clenched his teeth and closed his eyes, swallowing the bitter and spicy medicinal soup.

He only had a slight fever, not being a soldier, couldn’t enjoy the garlic benefits.

"Honestly, I really plan to open a bakery, you can help me out. If I have a bite, you’ll have a bite, just like when I hid at your place back then."

"Aren’t you afraid of getting caught?"

Madlan laughed, "Even the official decree couldn’t catch me, how could they? If you’re really afraid, then we’ll change our names, you become Kesite, and I’ll be Jean Valjean.

Plus, that’s Duke Kush’s domain, he and I are both Dean Juanuo’s students, surely willing to help us."

"Certainly not, Kesite sounds like a woman’s name." Frick laughed heartily and asked Granpwen who was drying clothes by the fire basin, "Granpwen, my brother, what are your future plans?"

"Haven’t decided, maybe become a traveling artist near Black River Bay, but before that, I plan to hold a wedding at Joan of Arc Castle with Diya.

We haven’t had a wedding yet, I want to give her a surprise, don’t tell her, and you all have to come if you have time."

"For sure, Kosse, what about you?"

"Will follow Master Wan, wherever he goes, I go." Kosse’s face showed some concern, he had already anticipated heading to Black Snake Bay.

"Brother Qianqian, what about you?"

Qianqian, barefoot, was poking a blister on his foot with a needle, casually answered, "Change my appearance and hide for a few months, continue to go out working."

"Old brother Chervis, what about you? Are you going to Joan of Arc Castle too?"

"Yes, can’t stay at Tree Hedge Village any longer, keep doing the old job, saving up some money, buying a few acres of land, and adopt a boy for retirement."

"No ambition." Jeanne sat by the fire pit, "Isn’t that Duke Kush planning a rebellion? I want to join, I must drive the Church away, otherwise your lives will just be castles in the air."

"Thanks for the invite, it’s castles in the sky." Qianqian looked at Jeanne’s flushed face and couldn’t help but laugh.

Watching Frick finish the last sip of the medicinal soup, Madlan said hoarsely, "You’ve asked everyone, what are you planning to do next?"

"First, quit drinking. Get rid of the addiction, then go to the tavern to play music and sing for a living."

"You? Quit drinking?" Qianqian, who was always composed, was shocked, "Is this a dream now?"

Jeanne mumbled, "Just now, who was shouting that they wouldn’t take medicine without wine?"

"I’ll quit when I get to Joan of Arc Castle," Frick said, stubbornly sticking his neck out.

Chervis sighed regretfully, "That’s a pity, I wanted you to be my first customer."

"Get lost, damn it." Frick spat at Chervis.

Seemingly remembering something, Madlan fumbled in his satchel for a small ruler, with an incomprehensible line of Falan text on it.

"What does it mean? You want to hit me if I drink?" Frick became alert.

"Uncle Frick, this was given to me by Dean Juanuo. I had a period of heavy drinking before, and Dean Juanuo said if you want to drink, just use this soft ruler to hit your hand back, and you’ll gradually quit." Madlan handed the ruler to Frick, "You’ll definitely be able to quit too."

"Hitting oneself, isn’t that crazy? I’m not a monk." Saying this, Frick honestly accepted the gift and carefully tucked it into his chest.

Cleaning Frick’s dirty bowl, Madlan stood up, took a step forward, but his body swayed unnaturally.

Then, under everyone’s gaze, Madlan tilted straight forward.

"Hey, hey, hey." Frick immediately reached out and grabbed Madlan’s coat hem, barely stopping himself from being dragged off the bed.

"What’s going on?" The people nearby immediately dropped what they were doing, came over, and supported the two.

Sitting up in the mud, Frick, covered in dirt, cursed, "This muddled kid, he’s got a fever too, probably doesn’t even know."

Qianqian stepped forward and touched Madlan’s forehead, while Grampwen stood at the tent entrance and shouted to several Black Hat Army medics.

Several medics came forward and clumsily lifted Madlan onto a stretcher, moving towards the other side’s seriously ill camp.

Seeing Madlan being carried out of the tent, Frick sighed lightly. With the medicinal soup taking effect, he pulled the blanket over his head and fell asleep.

Sitting by the fire pit, Jeanne continued reading the book "Knight Sifal." She could already understand a third of the text.

"Sister Qianqian," after reading for a while, Jeanne put down the book, "Why does this book always refer to the Thousand River Valley people as Kush people?"

"Thousand River Valley people are originally called Kush people," said Qianqian, picking up a pizza with a hand that had just been rubbed against her foot. "In the Thousand River Valley region, those beastmen and Norn people are the natives."

Jeanne asked curiously, "Where does this saying come from?"

"The true homeland of Thousand River Valley people is on the front lines of the battlefields between the three Knight Orders and the vampires, which is the Kush River Grassland."

"Haven’t we already made peace with the vampires?" Grampwen asked.

"Yes, but Ogre Warlords aren’t entirely vampire’s dogs, and the lower class Vampire Nobility try to earn prestige through military exploits. Some Vampire Nobility still hold titles and claims in many parts of the Empire."

Kush people are natives of the Kush River Grassland, a semi-agricultural, semi-pastoral people who later converted to the primitive Miseria religion under the influence of the El Empire.

Not long after, the vampire army invaded the Imperial Capital, prompting El Nobility and legions to flee, leaving the Kush River Grassland under the rule of the Blood and Flesh Royal Court.

According to the Blood and Flesh Royal Court’s four-tier system, they belong to the lowest class, Blood Slaves, whose status is closely approaching skeleton laborers.

Under long-term oppression, the Kush people couldn’t bear it anymore and rebelled, migrating from their homeland to the Thousand River Valley.

"According to legend, the person who led the Kush people’s uprising was called Shelley. The Holy Father sent Saint Joan to transform into a woman, lying in the Kush River.

None passing by offered help, only Shelley jumped into the raging Kush River to rescue her.

So Joan told him ’In the east’s lofty land is the destined place of the Kush people,’ leading to the subsequent uprising and migration.

This is the famous ’She Joan, lying Kush’ story in the Church gospel." Horn at some point came in from outside, smiling as he explained to everyone.

"The place we’re going to is Joan of Arc Castle," Qianqian likewise smiled, "Our Duke Kush Danai is a descendant of Saint Shelley.

He once said it was his ancestors who brought us here, he will definitely be responsible for us, it’s their family’s thousand-year vow."