Placeholder: Joan of Arc open her mouth and speak to the king in French knowing that the French guards understand you. she explains the visions she has had and the voices she have heard. The king listens closely and when she finishes, he looks at her with a serious expression. "Are you sure that these messages came from God, Joan?" he asks. Joan of Arc open her mouth and speak to the king in French knowing that the French guards understand you. she explains the visions she has had and the voices she have heard. The king listens closely and when she finishes, he looks at her with a serious expression. "Are you sure that these messages came from God, Joan?" he asks.

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Joan of Arc open her mouth and speak to the king in French knowing that the French guards understand you. she explains the visions she has had and the voices she have heard. The king listens closely and when she finishes, he looks at her with a serious expression. "Are you sure that these messages came from God, Joan?" he asks.

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