Chapter 40: Old man, do you have any shame?
When the first rays of morning sunlight shone into Jeanne's room, she had already opened her eyes.

Sitting up from the bed, Jeanna scratched her itchy scalp, ruffling her frizzy black hair.

The sunlight outside the window filtered through the four-petal cross-shaped window panes, casting dark shadows on the ground. Through the pointed arched windows, Jeanne could still hear the sound of children laughing and playing in the distance.

That is Horn's child army, which has now expanded to 55 people and is divided into 5 teams. Most of the first-term child soldiers like René and Duvalon have become captains.

Thinking of this, Jeanne couldn't help but recall the collective baptism of the child soldiers some time ago.

That big white-haired fool insisted on being baptized and even followed the other kids in calling Brother Horn "Papa". He was so shameless.

Jeanne clutched the sheets tightly with both hands, her teeth making a grinding sound.

What made her most angry was that the big idiot actually slept in Horn's bed under the guise of being her goddaughter.

Every time Jeanne would personally take her to Horn's bedroom, but when she woke up the next day, she would always find her in Horn's bedroom.

There were even two pillows on the large mahogany bed!

Two pillows!

Before seeing the two pillows, Jeanne could still convince herself that after all, both Carrie and she were witches, and they had lost their memories and only knew herself and Horn, so it was understandable that they were a little clingy.

But the moment the two pillows appeared, the string in Jeanna's head was about to break.

Old thing, you are so old, how shameless! Do you know that he is someone else's fiancé and the engagement is written in black and white?
Suppressing her sudden anger, Jeanna got out of bed and took out a comb and hairband from under the pillow.

Touching her messy hair, Jeanna smiled. Isn't it just being a spoiled child? Who can't?

She washed her face with clean water, loosened the collar of her pajamas a little, hesitated for a long time, tied it up, and left the bedroom.

Turning left, walking across the cold tiles, pushing open the blunt-angled arched door of Horn's bedroom, Jeanna walked straight in.

In the spacious bedroom, Carrie sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, with the string on her collar almost completely untied, revealing her snow-white collarbone and smooth shoulders.

If it weren't for Carrie's tall peak, the pajamas would probably have slipped from her chest to her stomach.

In the warm sunshine, Carrie hummed the Blue Orphan song and leaned her back against Horn's belly.

Horn knelt on the bed, holding a comb and a hairband, and braiding her hair with great concentration.

Jeanne recognized the two three-strand braids connected into one at the back of her head immediately, because Horn had done it for her when she was a child.

It is only compiled during festivals because it is too complicated. During the normal days, we have to work in the fields and have no time.

But today is not a holiday at all!
"What are you doing?! Don't waste His Majesty's time!"

Although Carrie was big in stature, she moved as nimblely as a mountain dog. She quickly jumped behind Horn, exposing most of her body.

"Forget it, forget it. Don't be fooled by her size. She is just a child. Children don't know much. Why bother with her?"

Patting Carrie's firm and round thighs behind him to comfort her, Horn spread his hands helplessly and explained.

To be honest, he was frightened by Jeanne's shout.

Why do you yell so loudly every day? It's inexplicable.

Horn looked at Jeana with messy hair and asked, "Why are you looking for me in such a hurry?"

Jeanna's smile was a little forced. She hid the comb in her hand behind her back and said, "Nothing, nothing..."

"It's just right that you're here. I have something else for you to do..." As Horn said this, Carrie behind him secretly poked her head out from over his shoulder.

Pressing her eyelids with her fingers, Carrie stuck out her tongue and made faces at Jeanne.

The comb in Jeanne's hand made a sharp, squeaking sound.

………………

"Den-"

Danji retreated four or five steps before he stopped. As soon as he stood firm, a big sword came down on his head.

But Danji was not in a hurry. He sidestepped the sword with a step back and raised the flame-shaped sword in his hand to chop down.

Just as it was about to hit Jeanna's practice armor, a flash of lightning suddenly flashed by, and if Danji hadn't raised his sword to block it, he would have been hit directly.

After taking two or three steps back, Danji regained his stance and wanted to continue, but Jeanne straightened up: "You lose."

"When did I lose... When did you throw the dagger!" Danji looked down at the dagger stuck in the gap of the armor in embarrassment, and raised his head in disbelief: "We are fighting with swords!"

"We are fighting! If we are really on the battlefield, and you say we don't need it, then everyone will not use it?"

"A knight shouldn't use such despicable means. Aren't you also a Temple Knight?"

"Knights are so despicable!" Jeanna stuck the greatsword into the ground. "Even the legendary hero Bayer would throw daggers in battle."

"I've never heard of Bayer using a dagger."

"Chapter 7, Section 5, Paragraph 3, 'Bayer threw a dagger at the dragon, piercing its eyeball.'"

"That's for the dragon!"

"It is obvious that your study of the Biography of Bayer is too superficial."

"My study of the "Life of Bayer" is superficial? You should read more "The Life of Adimas" and "The Knight Sivar"! Only then you can know everything about Bayer!"

The two men had stern faces, and the fight turned from physical to verbal, cursing and defending each other, arguing so much that they even forgot to take off their armor.

But gradually, both Jeanne and Danji felt that something was wrong, and the quarrel gradually turned into silence.

Danji straightened his hunched back and put the sword back into the scabbard: "I don't understand."

Jeanna wiped the sweat off her forehead: "What don't you understand?"

"You love stories about chivalrous knights so much and you know the Biography of Bayer by heart, so why do you hate knights?"

"Stories are stories, reality is reality, and stories of chivalry are all lies. I advise you not to take stories as reality."

"That's not necessarily true. There are indeed chivalrous knights in reality."

"Then where was he? Where was he when my father was used as a shield? Where was he when I was nearly defiled? Where was he when Brother Horn's head was chopped off innocently?"

Jeanne sheathed her sword, untied her hot and heavy training armor, and put on her coat.

"By the way, the people who did these three things were all knights..." Jeanne walked to a bench nearby and sat down, picked up a handkerchief and began to wipe the sweat off her face and body.

"No, just because one knight is like this doesn't mean all knights are like this..."

"Stop lying to yourself. I still say the same thing. If he really exists, where is he?" Jeanne interrupted him directly, her eyes full of coldness.

"I have heard of your deeds. You are just like me, a poor man who was deceived by the stories of chivalry."

"I am a knight. Chivalry is just my goal and role model. I do good deeds everywhere and never feel cheated..."

"Yes, you were a chivalrous man, fighting off bandits, but in your sleep, the villagers you saved tied you up, robbed you of your clothes and money, and you had no choice but to go to the church naked for help."

Danji immediately looked uneasy: "I..."

The rest of the villagers and guards around let out low chuckles.

"You imitated a chivalrous knight drinking in the church, carrying a lance, mistaking the waterwheel for a giant, the dog for a horse, and the horse for a lion. You smashed the wall and fell into a cesspool... Do you really regard the Waterwheel Knight as a title?"

Danji opened his eyes wide and said, "How can you slander someone's innocence like this..."

The sound of laughter gradually spread among the crowd nearby, and there were even voices of whispering and inquiring.

After asking, most people couldn't help but smile.

“I know you must be from a wealthy family, a noble family, otherwise you wouldn’t be so naive, squandering your family’s wealth and relying on the connections left by your ancestors to be a knight in this poor and remote place called Hedge Village.

But haven't you seen it all these years? What are knights like in this world? What are priests like? Don't you know it?"

Danji's face flushed red, and the veins on his forehead bulged: "I'm not a wealthy man... I'm a knight!... The affairs of knights cannot be counted like this."

“Hahahaha——” Someone in the crowd couldn’t help laughing out loud, but immediately covered his mouth.

Although Danji has said this countless times, it still has a comedic effect.

"Hmph!" Seeing that Danji was still being stubborn, Jeanna shook her head and sneered, then turned and walked towards the monastery gate. She still had things Horn had told her to do and could not delay.

Facing Jeanne's departing back, Danji murmured and wanted to explain, but he couldn't say anything.

After standing there alone for a long time, the expression on Danji's face gradually became gray. He turned around and walked towards the stable with slow steps.

(End of this chapter)