Joan ... a fourteen-year-old girl.

His life experience is very simple. A shepherdess woman brought by Lagar had never had a big man in her ancestors. Some time ago, her mother was seriously ill and had no money to heal. When she was about to endure it, it happened that the wealth gods held a free clinic. The neighbor carried it to the fortune church.

The result came to life.

Then Joan became a believer in the goddess of Vol'jin, a kind of shallow believer.

To become a true believer, you must also understand a certain degree of Woking ’s teachings.

That night, she routinely sat by the bonfire in the center of the village. Every day at this time, a bard always came to the village to sing poetry, drink bitter and cheap ale with those adults, and talk about things outside.

At this time, as long as it doesn't rain, it is an inherent program that almost everyone in the village can participate in.

Then she heard the bard saying that the Pope of the Fortune Gods recently did not know what had gone mad, and actually wanted to select a girl from the folks as the goddess of the Gods.

Many villagers asked what the maiden did.

This bard is also a rookie, scratching his head, and said with uncertainty: "It is a very powerful woman in a sect. Pampered by the goddess, probably only the Pope is stronger than her."

In a sense, a figure like a maiden is similar to a princess. It is not accessible to ordinary farmers and peasants, and they do not even have a channel to understand.

Although the bard is more knowledgeable, he hasn't gone far. He knows a little bit about the position of the maiden, but only a little.

At this time, Joan just listened and didn't respond. She thinks that she is just an ordinary farm girl, she knows herself very well, and has never had too many fantasies.

At this time, another peasant asked, "What kind of maiden will we choose this time, and our little peasant girl can go too?"

"According to the news released by the God of Wealth, as long as you are a virgin and believe in the goddess of wealth, you can."

At this time, how still Joan was still lonely. But then, a word from the bard made her heartbeat speed up sharply: "Become a saint, after being loved by the goddess, she will become more beautiful, she can also use divine magic, and she may become the first beauty Level like Princess Ma. "

"Is Princess Emma so beautiful after becoming a maiden?" Joan asked urgently.

The bard thought for a while: "Looks like ..."

In a sense, the bard's words are indeed correct. As long as the professional level is improved, the appearance and temperament will gradually become more outstanding. It's just that this measure of ascension varies from person to person.

Joan didn't speak any more. She looked at the bonfire in the center of the field with bright flames in her pupils.

She used to wait for men to start drinking before leaving the room to sleep. But this time, she heard the last thing about the selection of the maiden, and she kept it in her mind word by word, without missing anything.

When she got home, she took a bath, hid in bed, and went back and forth to sleep. Finally he got up and came to the edge of the stream not far from the backyard.

The moonlight tonight is very round and bright, and without any lighting tools, Joan can see things tens of meters away.

She squatted by the stream, untangled her hair, and washed her face again. Despite the darkness, she still barely saw her fuzzy appearance on the water.

A yellowish face, but with a good looking shape.

After becoming a maiden, you can become more beautiful.

Joan lifted her head and looked at the full moon in the air for a long time.

The next day, it was not yet bright. Joan set off quietly. She put on her best and cleanest clothes. Although there were some patches on it, she still thought the clothes were beautiful.

I heard that this suit was worn by the mother when she married her father.

Walking on a flat road, Joan knew very well that this road was also repaired by the God of Wealth. A few years ago, the village's road to the big city was rugged and muddy. In less than ten minutes, the body was all dust or mud.

But now, a clean and flat flagstone avenue is very comfortable to walk.

Occasionally, merchants and patrol guards can be seen along the way.

Without these guards, Joan would not dare to go to the metropolis alone.

She walked for five hours. At almost noon, she walked to the gate of the city, handed in a copper coin that she had deposited for half a year, and entered the city.

The city is lively and seems to be more lively than before. Joan remembers where the Temple of Wealth is, and when her mother is seriously ill, she also comes along and remembers how to go.

At the entrance of the shrine, under the majestic marble door, there were many girls standing in line. She leaned forward and lined up at the end.

The girl in front felt the person behind her, looked back at Joan, glanced up and down for a while, then smiled sarcastically and turned back.

Joan felt blushing, even ashamed.

She saw that the other person had long waist-length blond hair, milky-white skin, a beautiful lady's long dress, and most importantly, a strong fruity scent.

And herself ... her hair was linen, her skin was yellow, her clothes were old, and she was wearing patches. Because of the long-distance walking, she sweated, and seemed to have a weak sweat and sour taste.

The contrast between the two sides can be described in terms of heaven and earth.

If she had met her peers in the noble family in the past, she would definitely find a way to hide away. After all, for ordinary people, the nobleman is just a large image of an ant. As long as he moves casually, the vibrations can cause the ants to suffer and even die.

And she didn't know how many times since she was small. She was warned by her parents and relatives that she must hide away from the nobles.

But this time, there was a force to nail her in place, even if she was afraid, even if she was ashamed, she didn't leave.

In order to get rid of her embarrassment and shame, she turned to look around with red flush. At this time, she found that there were many carriages parked beside the road, and each carriage had at least one or two men-like men waiting.

In other words, there are many nobles, or daughters of big businessmen.

This is a normal thing, sir ... Most of the girls have great interest in this title.

The team was gradually moving forward. It didn't take long for Joan to enter the hall, and behind her, there were many girls of the same age.

None are the daughters of farmers, all after the wealthy merchants of the nobility.

The young girl behind Qiong met her a little farther, and covered her nose with a cyan feather fan. Her face was full of disgusting colors, as if a piece of excrement was in front of her.

When Joan turned back, she saw this scene accidentally, and the shame over there became annoyed, but she didn't show it, but followed the team without expression.

"But off, next!" The majestic voice of the man loomed in front.

A beautifully dressed young girl covered her mouth and trot away.

"But off, next!"

Still majestic, another girl cried and ran away.

Waiting for Joan, she was surprised to find that more than twenty people had been tested before, but only two passed the test.

The young person responsible for testing the qualifications is holding a cyan magic light group in his hands. When a girl stands in front of him, the light group will change color.

There are several colors, and Joan couldn't understand what it meant.

It was almost Joan's turn, and Joan's heart lifted.

The girl in front of her stood confidently in front of the youth, and the light group turned pale golden.

This is the first time that the flag has been tested, and the proud girl naturally raised her head.

But the young man in a priest's robe turned his left hand, took out another ball of magic light, and put it in front of the girl.

This ball of milky white light ball, the closer to the proud girl, the darker it becomes.

"Unqualified. Next."

The proud girl's expression froze. After a while, she asked angrily, "Why can't I say that I don't pass?"

"It doesn't meet the requirements, it's that simple."

"My father is a city guard, if you don't give me an explanation."

The male priest's face became a little unpleasant, but he still put up and said coldly, "You are absolutely neutral, this is no problem. But the virgin must be a virgin ... don't you understand?"

The proud girl froze. After her, she covered her hands and yelled out of the temple.

The male priest snorted and looked at Joan. Immediately, he seemed to be startled by Joan's costume, which made the latter somewhat embarrassed, and immediately lowered his head.

After a slight mistake, his face softened a lot: "Come, raise your head, don't worry. Our goddess never discriminates against the poor. I used to be a picky kid. Now I am the bishop of this temple."

Joan looked up in surprise.

The male priest detects Joan's camp tendency and passes!

The virginity test is too much.

With an expected expression, the male pastor said, "Congratulations, you passed the first level."

Many young girls who heard the voice behind showed a surprised expression. They thought it was incredible. So many rich and noble girls from the rich family were eliminated. A farm woman who was not a garbage boy passed the customs. There is no logic.

Joan still felt like she was dreaming ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ she asked incredulously: "This is the pass? Don't you need to do anything else?"

"It's not that simple, this is just the threshold for participation." The male pastor looked at the team behind him and said, "You should come here a long way. Otherwise, you can live in the temple. Ten days later , We will take you to the Holy City of Woking again for the second round of selection. "

"Why?" Joan stammered. "I brought some money here and made up for a cheap hotel. There was no problem."

The male pastor snorted softly: "Jealousy is one of the worst emotions in the world. Many people who think they are better than you do not pass, and if you pass, they will pour anger on you. Although If you do, we will help you get justice, but you do n’t want to be 'justified' by us after something happens. "

Joan was only less knowledgeable. She wasn't stupid. When she heard the words, she stooped and said, "Master Rev. is trouble."

"Raising your hand," the male pastor smiled.

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