Title: A Fake Holy Mother in the Zombie Apocalypse
Translator: Little Bamboo Spirit
Chapter 225 - Then I want the guy that's the tallest and most handsome! (3)
Jia Han furrowed his brow even deeper.
"... She found herself another backer after my father died. I can't remove her from the tribe for the time being."
Bei Nuan was curious. Who was Yawen's new backer that made Jia Han wary?
Jia Han thought it over and concluded, "So I think it would be okay for both of you to be saints in the tribe for now."
Bei Nuan wanted to laugh. This was like playing Werewolf. This was her first time hearing there would be two witches in a game of Werewolf. If two people claimed to be the witch, then either one was real and the other one was fake, or they were both fake.
Their prophecy about the saint sounded like nonsense, but she couldn't figure out why the girl in that ancient painting looked so similar to her.
Jia Han then asked Bei Nuan for her name and pondered for a moment after hearing her name.
"Your name doesn't sound like a local. How about I give you another name that's more suitable for a saint?"
Bei Nuan didn't object and quietly waited.
After a while, he finally suggested, "How about Joan of Arc?"
Joan of Arc? That saint's life had been like a short-lived prairie fire.
The countries and histories of this novel world were different from the real world. Famous people like Saint Joan of Arc didn't exist in this world, so Jia Han naturally didn't know.
She couldn't be called this name. It would be offensive to the real Joan of Arc. Plus, that name was too ominous.
(T/N: Joan of Arc was burned at the stake for heresy.)
"Let's go with a different name," Bei Nuan discussed with him, "How about Jiade? Saint Jiade?"
He had gone with "real" virtue (zhende), while her suggestion was "fake" virtue (jiade).
(T/N: The pinyin for Joan of Arc is zhende, and the two Chinese characters for it mean genuine and virtue. Jia can mean excellent/auspicious or fake depending on the tone. De means virtue. Bei Nuan is having fun with homophones.)
Jia Han readily agreed.
"It's late." Jia Han stood up. "I've arranged a place for you. Saint, please go there to rest."
Jia Han ordered someone to call over Dansui.
Dansui was a girl with an oval face and big eyes. She looked around the same age as Bei Nuan.
After entering the tent, Dansui solemnly bowed to Bei Nuan with the highest standard for showing respect.
Bei Nuan was about to return a salute, but Jia Han stopped her.
"You're a saint. No one has a status more noble than yours. You don't have to salute."
Bei Nuan suddenly realized there was a huge advantage in being a saint. She didn't have to remember those complicated rules about saluting or have to endlessly salute anymore. Other people had to salute her, but she didn't have to respond.
"Dansui, you'll follow Saint Jiade from now on."
Dansui saluted Jia Han and agreed. Although she didn't speak, her eyes were lively. She curiously looked over Bei Nuan and Great Sage, who was still peacefully sitting on Bei Nuan's shoulder.
Jia Han said to Bei Nuan, "Dansui is very diligent and clever. She'll take care of your daily life. If you need anything or want to do anything, just ask her."
Bei Nuan thought; ah, she was getting a life secretary.
It was already very late. Bei Nuan stood up, took steps towards the entrance, and suddenly turned back.
"Does being a saint come with the privilege of being able to choose attendants from the men in the tribe? I saw Yawen doing this."
Jia Han's cold beauty face showed an embarrassed expression. "Yes."
It was originally a very normal thing to choose suitable attendants, but Yawen misused this power and chose especially attractive men to go serve her. Various unpleasant rumors had spread through this tribe over her behavior. Over the years, Jia Han had been unable to suppress those rumors.
Unexpectedly, the first thing that Bei Nuan did was ask about this.
Bei Nuan smoothly requested, "Then, I want the four men that came with me to be my attendants."
Jia Han felt even more awkward. Four men?!
Jia Han carefully chose his words. "It's your first day as a saint. It won't be good if people hear that you want so many people. Could you…umm… just choose one for now?"
One?
Bei Nuan answered without hesitation, "Then I want the one that's the tallest and most handsome!"
Jia Han: "..."
Bei Nuan thought; she had lost her fire ability, so of course, she had to quickly call Lu Xingchi over to protect her.
She had inexplicably turned into a saint and snatched Yawen's long-time position. Yawen definitely wouldn't give up on harming her. She was sure that Yawen was out for her blood.
(T/N: Poor Jia Han. All these lustful saints.)
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