Chapter 848 Carrie, where should you go?
As the weather enters mid-April, spring is naturally here and flowers are blooming.

Even the female students at the Joan of Arc School for Girls took off their woolen nun uniforms and put on thin linen nun uniforms.

Under such scorching sun, these female students wore aprons, masks and sleeves.

They scooped up the milky white potato starch slurry with a sieve, poured it into the sieve, and watched the thin white slurry fall into the boiling pot.

Then, use a rattan colander to scoop up the vermicelli and hang it on the clothesline to dry.

After the conscription in April, military rations became increasingly scarce, so they began to produce large quantities of vermicelli made from potato starch as military rations.

However, making vermicelli requires a lot of manpower, so the Holy Fathers Society provides potato flour and fuel, and the families in the 100-household area are divided into groups to be responsible for the production.

The troops and the crusaders on the front line were able to avoid starvation thanks to the frantic production of salted fish, vermicelli and bread in the rear.

These female students volunteered to not only sew military uniforms but also make vermicelli.

However, today, after finishing the first pot, the female students did not make a second pot. Instead, they gathered under the shade of a tree.

They picked flowers and put them on their nuns’ mitres, laughing and waiting for Carrie to read the newspaper.

There must be a reason why he didn’t read it himself but waited for Carrie to read it.

The first is that Carrie is well-read. Coming from an aristocratic family, she can easily recognize words borrowed from El or French in newspapers.

The second is that Carrie knows a lot. Even Mammy doesn’t quite understand many of the new words and concepts coined by the Holy Word sect, but she knows how to explain them.

As the saying goes, if you put a cone in a bag, it will naturally pierce the bag and stick out.

For Carrie, this was certainly true.

In less than a month, she became a celebrity among this group of female students.

Except for Kuswaniya and Nagmi, who could talk to her on an equal footing, the rest of the female students became her fans.

“…The end of the battles at Redwayne Manor and Tinsmith Ferry heralds the end of this offensive…”

“…In this battle, our army suffered nearly 800 casualties, and the enemy’s casualties are estimated to be around 10,000… Hmm?”

“Uh uh, this should include the Skitarii. I guess the casualties of the Leia Army are around 3,000 to 4,000.”

After coughing, Carrie continued reading: “In response to this, His Holiness the Pope commented that this was not a defeat, but a response to changes in offense and defense…

In fact, we have 30,000 people, right? Originally, 30,000 against 30,000, and we can win.

Although the newspapers didn’t say it, I guess if the troops were increased to more than 60,000, they might not be able to win, so Shengsun withdrew his troops.”

“Just withdraw troops like that?” Nagmi, who was waiting for good news, was surprised for a moment.

Carrie folded up the newspaper: “What else? Didn’t you say we can’t win?
If you can’t win, retreat to a fortress where you can win. Do you have to hit someone’s fist with your belly?”

Nagmi had a constipated expression on her face: “This feels so vulgar, not manly at all.”

“War is all about winning. What is masculinity in the face of victory? I only recently realized this truth.

You think the reason why Horn is always victorious is because he only fights battles that he can win, so of course he is victorious. “

Carrie said this, but her heart felt much heavier.

Only fight battles that you can win. Although this sentence seems simple, it is extremely difficult.

The most basic point is to accurately judge the enemy’s intelligence and battlefield conditions.

Those who can do this are basically famous generals of the time.

However, it remains to be seen whether Horn achieved this on his own or with the help of his privy council monks.

“You are calling His Majesty by his name again.” Kuswania was listening quietly at first, but suddenly couldn’t help but remind him.

“I don’t want to be crowned His Majesty. He took away my father and grandfather’s legacy. Who wants to call him His Majesty?!”

Hearing these words, the female students looked at each other helplessly.

This sister Carrie was good in every way, except that her family business seemed to have been taken over by the holy grandson after the bloodless winter night, her hands were chopped off, and her husband was exiled.

A few days ago, they saw a little girl who looked very similar to Carrie visiting her, probably her daughter.

Just like that, I can continue to stay in the girls’ school.

These female students had long speculated whether this Carrie might be a relative of the despotic government.

But no one has yet guessed that she was a tyrant.

Although his height and broken hand are very similar to Meliati, Grand Duke Meliati is already thirty years old, while this guy looks only in his early twenties.

Besides, there are too many tall women. Meliati has white hair, and Carrie has black hair.

Carrie put down the newspaper and said stiffly, “I’m going to the bathroom.”

Kuswania followed behind and reminded loudly: “Remember to go to the doctrine class.”

There was no answer, and all they saw was the back of a tall figure in a black and white nun’s uniform.

…………

The setting sun was as fiery as fire, dyeing the spire of the monastery attic golden.

Walking up the creaking stairs, Kuswania pushed open the wooden door covered with cobwebs.

Sure enough, she found Carrie sitting alone by the window frame.

“Carrie!” she came up angrily, “why didn’t you go to catechism again!”

Since the Battle of Marenbo, this noble lady has been much more well-behaved, but she is still unwilling to attend theology classes.

“I don’t go to the catechism class. What kind of pious texts are they? “The Holy Grandson shot Prince Condé’s horse with a javelin from a distance of a hundred miles” and “The Holy Grandson won fifty victories in one day”…” Carrie took a sip of the silver pot with disdain. Kuswania’s nose twitched, and she was immediately shocked: “You are drinking?”

“What’s the matter?” Carrie took another sip in front of her.

Kuswania was furious but didn’t know what to say.

After holding it in for a long time, she just carefully sat on the edge of the window frame, watching Carrie sipping her wine in the sunset.

“I never understood why.”

“what why?”

“Look, you know the teachings of the Holy Dao Sect very well, and you know the deeds of the Holy Grandson very well. You should know that the Holy Grandson is great, right?”

Carrie chuckled. The one who was cheating people in the Gulag, the one who was only thinking about escaping, the half-baked theologian?

Kuswania whispered: “You must love your husband very much, otherwise you wouldn’t hate Sheng Sun so much…”

“When did I have a husband?” The potato wine flowed from the corner of Carrie’s mouth, and she wiped it hastily with her sleeve.

Kuswania smiled slyly like a little fox who had stolen a chicken: “You have the best food, clothing and daily necessities, but the last time I saw you tying your hair, you were wearing a very simple hairband. Wasn’t it a gift from your husband?”

Carrie reached into the nun’s crown and felt around, only to find that it was the same one she had snatched from Jeanne in the Gulag.

She then shook her head dumbly: “Yes, but my husband was not exiled. He…he is working as a high-ranking official in the Holy Alliance.”

Kuswania was stunned at first, then she clapped her hands: “That makes sense.”

“What makes sense?”

Kuswania stuck out her tongue but said nothing more.

Isn’t it clear now?

Carrie was born into the Hemashi family and married an upstart, but on a bloodless winter night, the upstart betrayed Carrie.

So on the one hand, her family’s inheritance was taken away, but on the other hand, she herself did not suffer any misfortune. Instead, she went to a girls’ school.

“What kind of man is your husband?”

“Slippery-tongued, extremely thick-skinned, timid, but extremely decisive and ruthless.”

“So what do you like about him?”

Carrie was silent.

That day, after the flood broke out, she was accidentally caught in it.

It would be more accurate to say that the holy water caused him to lose his memory rather than making him stupid.

She even forgot that she was Meliati, which led to Carrie when she met Horn.

At that time, Carrie was the Carrie who had just lost her father, not the Meliati who was striving for her father’s last wish.

And Horn, in a very clever way, filled this position.

When she needed a father the most, that timid but extremely kind man became her “Papa”.

She thought she would be able to forget it after Meliati recovered.

But it turns out that Horn is becoming more and more like his father.

The same perseverance, the same calmness, and the same dedication of almost all of their private time to Qianhe Valley.

If it was someone else who had used the bloodless night to kill Carrie, she would have simply admitted defeat, given a thumbs up, and then thought about making a comeback.

Only when Horn, her Papa, did this would she be so devastated.

“Did he remarry after you left?”

“……No.”

“Has he made peace or gotten engaged to anyone from Shengsun’s side?”

“……No.”

“You have been communicating with him, right? Otherwise, how would you know things that are not even in the newspapers?”

Carrie was silent.

Kuswania moved her butt and rubbed against Carrie’s side: “I guess he is a true believer of the Holy Way. He accepts you, but he can’t accept that you are a noble.

I was once a noble, you know? As the daughter of a noble, everything is empty.

Our task is to decorate the family’s image and arrange marriages for the family.

But after becoming a saint, I can study, go to places that only men go, and I can choose who I like.

My current dream is to pass the entrance examination of Holy Trinity University and become the first female college student of Holy Trinity University.

So I am very grateful to Shengsun.

He allowed me to be myself, not a noble, not a vase, not a tool for marriage in my father’s eyes.

Perhaps your husband just wants you to change back into a human being from a noble.

You have always been obsessed with your father’s family business, but what is your dream?”

dream?

For the first time, a look of confusion appeared on Carrie’s face.

(End of this chapter)