I am a master, I have the final say

In the past, the village was invaded by the British army and many more people died. She felt sad, but knew that it was a helpless thing. But the seven people who died now didn’t need to die, but because they forced them out of their villages. As a result, he died on the battlefield before he could get married and start a business in the future.

Although she knew that neither the dead nor the alive would blame herself, but she knew better that these seven lives should be counted on her.

And as long as she continues to fight, she will bear more lives.

She will not retreat, nor regret her choice, but...

"Please rest in peace, I hope your souls enter heaven, I will fulfill your dreams and save France. If killing is a sin, then this sin will also be borne by me."

Slowly rising from the front of the seven corpses, Joan said in a low but firm voice.

Then it’s about how to bury these seven soldiers. Although Joan of Arc has thought of letting them be brought back to their respective villages and buried in the village, but one time and one time wasted not only wasting time but also wasting troops. How can there be so many in the war? It’s not appropriate to do this kind of thing in your spare time and be buried in the resident...

Just as Joan of Arc hesitated, Bai Cheng appeared beside her, saying: "When I came here, I saw a bamboo forest in the nearby forest, so let’s bury them there. It’s good to be a bamboo forest and seven salty plants.

"Bamboo forest..." Jeanne thought for a while, and finally accepted Baicheng's proposal, calling his soldiers to deal with the funeral.

...

On the other side, the third station of British troops stationed on Lorraine Avenue.

"What are you talking about! The second station has fallen? The French attacked you with an army of five thousand? Do you think I am a fool! If France dispatched an army of five thousand, how could I not receive any news! "

Duke Ai Nan, the commander-in-chief of the third station, angrily accused the officer who had fled before him, wishing to cure him of the crime of lie to him.

"Well, forget it, it's nothing to worry about." On Duke Ainan's left hand, a young man in a black suit in a black suit with a painting style that is out of line with the surroundings smiled, "It's just a loss of a resident, it has nothing to do with the overall situation. , If I’m not wrong, it should be Joan who took the shot. Just so, my task can only be carried out after Joan is on the stage. Let me replace the Duke to clear this obstacle... Yours What do you mean? Tristan."

314 Jeanne's chest is a warm home (third more)

The several stations on the Boulevard of Lorraine were originally advanced one by one according to the front line. The first station on the front line was the first station. However, as the main battle site of the two countries changed some time ago, the original third station became the British army. The first station on the front line, even the head of the station was taken over by the prestigious Duke Ainan in China.

Duke Ainan’s staff is full of talents, and among them the two most used are the Yunkong Pavilion and Tristan.

The former Yunkong Pavilion, no one knows his origin and identity, the whole person seems to have emerged out of thin air, but the strength is very powerful, Hajime defeated several of the most powerful knights in Britain, and only used it. With a finger, even the Templars were not his opponents. Later, he was valued by Duke Ai Nan and entered the Duke's Mansion as a guest.

The latter, Tristan, is the subordinate of the British upstart, the Lion King. There is very little known about the Lion King, a newly-emerged nobleman. She seems to have emerged in the last two years, and she has a similar relationship with the royal family. The relationship is quite prestigious, and several of her subordinates are also unfathomable strong men, but perhaps because she is a female, or because she does not want to attract the emperor’s suspicion, she rarely attends political and military occasions, so she will do something. Whatever, were all shot by several men...Among them, Tristan was temporarily assigned to Duke Ainan's men.

Because of Tristan's composure and meticulousness, and his handsome appearance, Duke Ainan liked him very much.

In short, whether it is Yunkong Pavilion or Tristan, Duke Ainan is a figure with a very powerful voice. The officer who ran back from the second station to report the message escaped because of Yunke Pavilion’s intercession. I was grateful for being driven out by Duke Ainan.

And Duke Ainan was also very pleased to receive the assurance from Yunke Pavilion and Tristan. He knew that these two people would either do nothing or do it well. With these two people in charge, this resident would not May be missed.

When he was happy, Duke Ainan immediately ordered his servants to prepare a luxurious dinner, intending to reward the two masters tonight.

However, it was only shortly after noon, and there was still some time before dinner. After Duke Ainan had finished his order, he went to his study to deal with government affairs, and Yunkong Pavilion and Tristan also went to their own. Rooms.

boom!boom!boom!

Tristan, who had just returned to the guest room, was about to pick up the harp next to him, when he heard a knock on the door, he couldn't help but opened the door, only to find that the black-clad Yunkong Pavilion stood outside the door. .

"What's the matter?" Tristan looked cold. Although he and Yunkong Pavilion were both important guest servants in the Duke Ainan's mansion, what outsiders didn't know was that the relationship between the two was not harmonious, and there was even defense between them.

Yunkongge is wearing a black suit and trousers, and leather shoes on his feet. The style of painting is out of step with this era, but most people can't feel anything even if they look at the violation, and his face always has a smile, giving a person This kind of self-confidence feels, and this kind of self-confidence is easy to infect the people around him, making people instinctively feel good about him, so the weird feeling in the costume is slowly ignored.

Yunkong Pavilion smiled as always, and said, "Don't you ask me to go in and sit?"

Tristan's face remained unmoved, but vigilance arose in his heart. He instinctively told him that Yunkongge was very dangerous. As long as he showed a slight flaw, he might be eaten severely and even threaten the lion. Wang, try not to have too much contact with him, but...conversely, if you can learn more about this man, you might be able to preemptively.

Thinking of this, Tristan still invited Yunkong Pavilion in.

But he neither prepared tea nor provided snacks. The red-haired man just sat in the seat, closed his eyes, and gently played the harp in his hand.

His behavior is both beautiful and elegant, like art, but it also gives people a sad feeling.

"Qing Tristan really plays a good piano." Yunkongge praised.

Grief Lord Tristan subconsciously stopped the finger of the piano, "Why are you looking for me?"

"Of course it is to discuss how to deal with the attack from the second resident French army."

"You seem to know a lot."

"Are you different?"

"No, it's still a lot less than you. At least, I don't have much impression of the name Joan."

"Jan of Arc, that's such a great man. If you talk about historical status alone, it will be much higher than the one behind you... Or, you can't compare to her together?"

Tristan opened his eyes suddenly.

A smile flashed across the corner of Yunkong Pavilion's eyes, knowing that the other party had already taken the bait, but he pretended to be calm and gentle, and smiled indifferently, "Jan of Arc is a national hero of France. In the century-long war between Britain and France, She will turn the tide and save France, and even become a spiritual symbol. She is also the only female saint to be formally entrusted, and will pass on this spirit forever."

"What you said sounds like an evaluation of an ancient person." Tristan looked at each other calmly, "Who are you? And, what is your purpose?"

"Don't be so nervous, Ching Tristan." Feeling the oppressive feeling from the other party, Yun Kongge was unmoved and smiled, "Actually, I am almost the same as you. The difference is that you are undead from the past. We are walkers from the future, but what we each want to do does not conflict. You don't need to regard me as an enemy."

"The future?" Tristan looked at him up and down a few times, seemingly surprised, "So, you and your companions appeared out of thin air, no one knows your origins, and your clothes are completely different from this era... If you are from the future, then everything makes sense."

"Right." Yunkong Pavilion spread his hands, "I have told you about such important information. Can you eliminate your hostility towards me?"

"This is not enough. The more unknown things are, the more dangerous they are. Unless you disappear from this world, I can completely let go of my guard. But let's not talk about this for the time being... You told me such an important secret, just to eliminate mine. Alert?"

"Because this is the only way for us to cooperate with each other."

"What kind of cooperation?"

"Of course it is the Hundred Years' War between Britain and France." Yunkongge stretched out his fingers and tapped the table lightly. "This time our position is on the British side, so the general direction is the same as you. Jeanne will be our common enemy. Although she has just joined the army now, and may not get rid of the temperament of a village girl, she will definitely be a super difficult guy to deal with."

"Why can you be so sure?" Tristan was puzzled.

Yunkongge smiled confidently, "I came to this era with my strength and regarded her as an enemy. This is enough to prove her strength, plus you... Haha, although I can't explain the details to you. , But she regards you and me as enemies at the same time, so her strength is at least the sum of the strengths of both of you and me, and even multiples are not impossible."

Tristan frowned subconsciously. The other party even told him the identity of the future man. It is even more impossible to conceal this information from him. In other words, what he said should be credible...Although he couldn't understand it. Where is the human girl so powerful, even Yunkong Pavilion is so jealous.

But in this way, it can also explain why the other party suddenly became so frank. This is obviously to use the power of the Lion King to destroy that Joan...Of course, if that Joan really plays for France, she will definitely become the Lion King. Enemy, there is no compromise in this regard, so cooperating with Yunkong Pavilion is a correct choice.

However, this matter is of great importance after all, and he cannot decide for the Lion King.

Yunkong Pavilion seemed to have gotten his thoughts, and suddenly said, "In fact, neither you nor us, in this era that does not belong to us, are too much bound. Just like us, we must fight after Joan of Arc joins the army. A certain reputation can be used to deal with her, and she cannot use her family as a threat. And you want to be against the guest, and you lack an important foundation. It is not easy for the people or the church to recognize your status in a short time. ..."

Seeing Tristan’s expression become serious again, Yun Kongge quickly explained, “You don’t need to worry. Personally, I support the Lion King’s enthronement, so what I want to say is that some of you are not suitable for doing this. Dirty work, I can let my companions do it for me, and I don’t receive any rewards... I will always only have one thing. To deal with Jeanne, you must stand on the same line with me!"

"Does both parties take what they need..." Tristan sank for a moment, "If this is your sincerity, then I hope this matter is not known to the Lion King."

"No problem at all." Yun Kongge smiled and stretched out his hand.

Tristan glanced at him and suddenly said, "Actually, there is a question I just wanted to ask...Even if you are from the future, you should always go to the countryside and follow the customs. If you wear the clothes of the future so blatantly, you are not afraid of being seen through?"