Be King Arthur From Today: Chapter 75 argue

Facing Marda's gaze, Lin Sizhai knew that he didn't have any time to think, so he said what he wanted to say without thinking.

"No, no disillusionment."

"Huh?" Marda froze for a while, seemingly surprised.

"Marda is Marda, from the moment I met you, you were just Marda in my eyes. It has nothing to do with the saint, you are just Marda. Is it you who used the Holy Cross to shoot magic bullets before, or you who fight with your bare hands now. In my heart, nothing has changed.”

"In the end, the way of fighting varies from person to person. Whether it is a saint or not has nothing to do with unarmed combat at all."

"The reason you are called a saint, Marda, is for other reasons. Not the way of fighting."

"You Martha is a saint, recognized by the world. It doesn't matter whether you use a gun, a sword, a bow, a spear, or whatever else, or you fight with your bare hands. It doesn't matter at all. What the world recognizes is Marda yourself, and this recognition will not be changed because you fight the enemy with your bare hands."

"So, Marda, whether you use the Holy Cross as a weapon, or a glove as a weapon, it doesn't really matter at all."

"Because you are Marda, you are the saint. It is the saint Marda recognized by the world."

Lin Sizhai was full of calm and gentle answers, which made Marda's face turn red, instead of looking directly at Lin Sizhai, her eyes floated: "—that, thank you..."

Lin Sizhai, who was nervous to death, saw Marda's reaction and knew that he had passed a level: 'YES~! ’

"Also, Marda, you seem to take the status of a saint too seriously."

These words made Marda stunned: "Huh?"

Seeing Marda staring at herself again, Lin Sizhai asked calmly.

"Marda, do you consider yourself a saint?"

Marda shook her head blankly: "No, I never thought of myself as a saint. I'm just a very ordinary village girl, I..."

"That's fine, you're just an ordinary village girl, Marda." Lin Sizhai interrupted Marda.

Marda looked anxious: "But..."

Raising her hand to stop Marda, Lin Sizhai chuckled lightly: "I know what you are going to say. Your situation is actually similar to my family's Joan of Arc, ah, Bai Zhen. You are both She thinks she is an ordinary village girl and does what she should do. But she is called a saint by the world. But my Bai Zhen is different from you. She is not bound by the title of "saint". She never thought of herself as a saint..."

"I don't think I am a saint either, but..." Marda wanted to argue, but was stopped by Lin Sizhai.

Lin Sizhai shook his head: "I know what you want. But, Marda, I want to ask you a question. Who do you live for?"

Marda's face froze: "That, Si Zhai. I'm dead, I can't live. After all, I've become a Servant..."

Hearing this, Rao is Lin Sizhai, and his cheeks involuntarily twitched: 'You are a bit tricky in answering the question. ’

But who is Lin Sizhai? What kind of problem would be stumped by a person who can even flicker the King of Conqueror and Jin Shining without changing his face?

"No, Marda, is that what I'm asking. What I'm asking is, what are you going to do and exist for. For those eyes of the world? When others say that you are not Marda, are you really not Marda? Isn't it?"

"I..." Marda was at a loss for words, not knowing how to answer.

Lin Sizhai sighed: "Marda, you care too much about the title "Saint". You are bound by the title "Saint". You care too much about other people's eyes, for fear that your actions are not worthy of the "Saint". Shame on the other "Saints". "

"But have you ever thought about other people's eyes, other people's words, is it really so important?"

"I said before that your situation is somewhat similar to that of my Bai Zhen. But my Bai Zhen has never thought of herself as a saint. And she never cares about other people's eyes and remarks. Even in the French singularity where you and I met in the first place. When she was the witch of the dragon and the devil who destroyed the country by all the French people. She did not waver."

"Witch? Saint? This is not a problem for Bai Zhen at all. Because she never cares about it. All she wants to do is save her country. That's all. Burned to death in the name of a witch, she never had any resentment."

"She thought so, and she did it. It is because she did all this that she was called a saint."

"And you, Marda, too."

Marda was stunned: "Me too?"

Lin Sizhai nodded: "Yes, so do you."

"There is absolutely no need for Marda to deliberately make a gentle and dignified lady in order to care about other people's eyes, or the appearance of a saint in your imagination."

"You just show the real you. It doesn't matter if you like to fight with your bare hands, or you like to yell, or whatever. It doesn't matter at all."

"You are Marda, and only Marda. Saintess or not, you are Marda. The village who likes to play by the water and grow up in the village Aunt Marda."

Marda's spirit was shocked, and her shoulders trembled: "Then, I..."

Putting both hands on Marda's shoulders, Lin Sizhai said everything she wanted to say first.

"Yeah, you can yell, or you can beat up and scold people regardless of your image. You can do whatever you want, because that's who you really are. "

Marda raised her head, her eyes flickered, and she asked anxiously, "Do you mind?"

Three question marks appeared on her forehead instantly, Lin Si Zhai was a little confused as to why Marda asked this.

Although I don't know Marda's thinking logic very well, Lin Sizhai completely entered the state, didn't care at all, and showed a warm smile like the sun quite cooperatively.

" Of course I don't mind. It's better to say that this is better. I wanted to say before that when you were riding the steps, you were too tired to pretend to be a saint. After becoming the adjudicator class of swimsuits, the whole person looks a lot easier..."

Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed across Lin Si Zhai's forehead.

As if thinking of something, her expression suddenly became a little embarrassed.

"Although it may be disrespectful to say this, I think that Marda, whose behavior was occasionally violent and whose words were occasionally rude, was more beautiful. Marda, who revealed a natural beauty like that, more attractive to me..."