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Rejuvenation! Who wouldn't want that? While magicians have many methods to prolong life, they all come with serious side effects, whereas the Rejuvenation Berry has absolutely no side effects.
Thinking of this, Kenneth immediately said to Diarmuid, "Diarmuid, didn't your friend invite you to a party? Go catch up with him, and bring a gift along, understand?"
"Well... alright, thank you, my lord."
And the Tohsaka family...
"Archer, how did you come to know my master?"
As soon as Jin Shanshan returned, Bai Mao couldn't help but ask him. Hearing Bai Mao's question, Jin Shanshan, out of respect for Lin Ye, finally looked up at her and said...
"I've known Lin Ye for thousands of years longer than you. Who gave you the right to ask me that?"
Ok? ? ?
That makes sense. It seems that what Gilgamesh said is right. He knew his master thousands of years earlier than me. Who gave me the right to criticize him? ...etc.!
"So, Master has lived for... several thousand years!"
Hyakko was so shocked he couldn't close his mouth, and Tokiomi Tohsaka was also wide-eyed with shock.
Good heavens, thousands of years! He'd barely seen magicians who'd lived for hundreds of years, but thousands of years! How many years has the Magic Association even been around?!
The Clock Tower was built by the legendary magician King Solomon, a disciple of the Great Emperor, and is nearly three thousand years old. However, even Solomon was a thousand years older than Gilgamesh!
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Doesn't that mean... Lin Ye is now... four thousand years old!
Seeing their shocked expressions, Gilgamesh gave them a disapproving look.
"You good-for-nothing, especially you, as an assassin. Don't even mention that you're Lin Ye's apprentice. You act like you've never seen the world before. How could Lin Ye have a disciple like you?"
"Huh? What's wrong with me!" Bai Mao was unhappy. I, Bai Mao Hassan, am a figure who has been recorded in history. Is it shameful to have a disciple like me?
"Heh, you're still not happy?" Jin Shanshan looked at Bai Mao in front of him. "Your master once pointed his finger at the gods and cursed the heavens, remaining unfazed in the face of their judgment. Then he was struck by lightning and reduced to ashes. But this guy went and ran off to the underworld and seduced the goddess of the underworld, making himself immortal and even giving me several elixirs of immortality. What, compared to him, are you sure you're not ashamed?"
"Huh???" Bai Mao was dumbfounded. Good heavens, is my master playing such tricks?
The goddess of the underworld is my master's wife? Looking at it this way, I guess I really have embarrassed my master...
As for Tokiomi Tohsaka on the other side, he was completely dumbfounded.
"So, when Lin Ye hit me, I should thank him for going easy on me?"
Tokiomi Tohsaka felt a wave of fear wash over him. If Lin Ye had been more serious back then, would he have been dead?
At that moment, Tokiomi Tohsaka had only one thought in his mind, and that was!
We absolutely cannot mess with Lin Ye! From now on, this guy will be like a god to us!
And now, this man, whom others see as a god of wealth and a living deity, is lying on the large bed of Irisviel Castle in the shape of the Chinese character "木" (wood).
"Does this mean I'm living with Irisviel Artoria?"
I guess so, since we do live under the same roof, but the roof is huge! It's tens of thousands of square meters!
He was unaware that almost all the Holy Grail participants in Fuyuki City were discussing him, except for... Matou Kariya and the Knight of the Yangtze River.
There's nothing I can do... the Yangtze River can't speak.
This is the meaning of "Though I am no longer in the martial world, my legend lives on everywhere."
Chapter Ninety-One: Jeanne d'Arc? Joan of Arc!
"System, start the simulation now."
It's the master, the master now has a goal.
Joan of Arc, Gilles de Rais
Miyamoto Musashi,
Which set would you like to choose?
Which group?
Lin Ye glanced at the two groups. Musashi was adorable, but he still wanted to try the multi-person simulation, so...
"System, simulate Joan of Arc, Gilles de Rais!"
Yes, Master.
As the system voice faded, the simulation of Joan of Arc and Gilles began.
15th century, Pissell
This is a quiet village in the Lorraine region, seemingly untouched by the war, as if isolated from the world.
In this peaceful village, a beautiful blonde girl is running around.
"Jeanne! Why are you running so fast!"
"Jeanne! Be careful!"
Many people looked at the beautiful young girl with concern and offered her words of advice; it was clear she was very popular. However, the girl seemed to have some urgent business as she arrived at the village's only church and began to knock incessantly on the church door.
"Father! Father! Open the door!"
"Here you are, little Jeanne, what brings you here now?"
The priest reluctantly opened the church doors. It was barely dawn, and this little Joan of Arc was already so eager to come?
Seeing the priest open the door, Joan of Arc breathed a sigh of relief and said...
“Father, please allow me to confess…”
"Hmm? What's wrong with you now?" The priest's use of the word "now" clearly indicated that this wasn't Jeanne's first time here.
Looking at the priest before her, little Jeanne said devoutly, "Yesterday, I saw a homeless man passing by. He had no shoes on his feet, so I gave him my shoes..."
“This is a good thing, Jeanne. The Lord will only praise you and will not make you feel ashamed.”
"But the shoes I gave him were my father's..."
Father...
You really are a filial daughter...
"Ahem, it's nothing. Jacques is an official in our village, and besides, your family has 50 acres of ranch. It's just a pair of shoes. Jacques won't care."
"My father has forgiven me..."
"Wouldn't that be nice?"
"But I want the Lord to forgive me too."
This……
For a moment, the priest was speechless. What was he supposed to say? What could he possibly say? He looked at the 16-year-old girl before him and could only look at her with loving eyes and say...
“Jeanne, the Lord is very busy. He probably won’t hear your remorse about the shoes… Besides, we usually don’t hear the Lord’s response…”
No, I can hear you.
Jeanne persisted. Seeing her unwavering resolve, the old priest could only sigh helplessly, then opened the door and spoke to her.
"Come in. The basin for washing your hands is to the right of the church, and the well is in the backyard. Never mind, you already know that, just find it yourself."
After the old priest finished speaking, he went to attend to his own business, while little Jeanne skillfully busied herself in the church.
Soon, Jeanne was kneeling in the church, sincerely repenting for her "sin".
And at that moment, a voice rang in her mind.
A life simulation is about to begin. Do you agree to participate?
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what sound!
Jeanne suddenly looked around. Over there, the old priest had just finished tidying himself up and walked in from outside.
"Father! Father! Someone was talking in my head!"
Looking at the anxious little Jeanne in front of him, the priest casually waved his hand and said, "Alright, little Jeanne, don't get so agitated. How many times has this happened? Have you heard the story of the boy who cried wolf?"
The boy who cried wolf comes from Aesop's fables of ancient Greece. Jeanne, from a wealthy family, naturally obeyed, but...
"But what I said is true!"
“When have you ever lied about the truth? Listen to Jeanne, this is a church. The Lord will not allow you to repent, and demons cannot enter. If you hear a voice in your head, it is the Lord speaking to you. Do you understand?”
The priest spoke casually; he had absolutely no idea Jeanne was telling him.
Would the Lord talk to a child like you? Then, wouldn't I, an old man who has been a priest my whole life, be a failure?
At that moment, Jeanne's eyes lit up!
"Is it the Lord... speaking to me?"
Would you like to participate in a life simulation...?
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
Jeanne quickly agreed, and then knelt down on the ground to pray very devoutly... Seeing Jeanne like this, the priest just glanced at her and then went to the side to clean the church.