My Heroic Life

The youth decisively began to close the door.

"and many more!"

A jade hand was inserted into the closing door, and Marda stood against the closed door with a strong smile:

"At least let us in."

"Will you come out when you go in?"

"This, this is a task, there is no way."

"Oh, so." The long-haired young man nodded in understanding.

"I'll talk to Alisha tomorrow morning, so go back."

"No!"

Malda, who heard that Roland was about to communicate with Alyssa, was very anxious. As the saying goes, it takes more lies to make up for a lie. Now is the time for Malda to suffer the consequences.

"The Pope is very busy, so..."

Under Roland's suspicious look, Malda was a little stammered and speechless. After a while, she finally gave up and shouted.

"It's not all because of you! In order to conceal the hot spring, I told Mianxia that you want to instruct our martial arts, but I was transferred to the headquarters of the Tribunal."

"Isn't that your own fault?" Roland looked at the self-defeating Malda and kept smiling:

"I have retired, and I have been dead for almost 50 years. I am just a rice bug in a country. I am an ordinary person. There will be no saints in ordinary people's homes, let alone two, so... .."

Roland pushed the door hard, and the wooden door creaked. Malda was finally a little anxious when he saw that the mission was about to fail. He looked at the blond girl beside him and found that Joan was embarrassed and speechless.

After all, this kind of unpretentious home check-in is really different from Joan's way of doing things. Malda's eyes flashed, knowing that she could only rely on herself now.

"Woo, woo."

The blue-haired girl lowered her head and let out a whimper, but the young man behind the door gradually stopped when she heard the voice.

"You, who are you?"

Roland looked out from the crack in the door, and saw Malda pushing the door with teary sapphire blue pupils.

"You see it."

"what?"

"my body."

"..."

In a word, Roland's face suddenly stiffened.

"For two days, I watched everything."

"I, I was to save people."

"If you say, there are other ways, and are you really just holding me and not looking at me?"

Malda’s question surprised Roland. Although not many people know about it, in fact, Malda’s skills include a physical body called instinct. This is an achievement-like skill that represents his physical behavior. It is perfect for living creatures. The usual active role is to relieve negative states and restore physical strength, but in fact it also has a passive role-charm.

The trigger condition is to take off his clothes. When Roland had to give Malda a wave of rescue a few days ago, the almost top-level charm suddenly started. Roland almost lost control at that moment. Later, although he braked urgently, it was already I saw everything I could see.

Now that evil causes produce evil results, Roland is a little afraid to answer this question. God knows whether the saints in front of him will see through the magic of lies, and being exposed at that time will be a black history that cannot be washed away for a lifetime.

"The situation was urgent..."

"So, don't you want to be responsible after reading it all?"

Malda had tears in her eyes. Seeing Roland's troublesome look, the saint suddenly felt a bit wronged. The lines of the dog-blood drama she had seen in her mind popped out one by one.

"Really, I am such a cheap woman in your heart."

"what?"

Are you cheap?Roland's eyebrows twitched. Are you a saint?You are under the Pope.

"Just looking at the body, it seems like a small matter under Roland's crown for an experienced person."

"Ok?"

What is rich experience?I have no experience at all, okay?Anna is an old school.

"A woman like me can't get into your eyes at all. It's a woman who becomes very troublesome if you get involved. I understand. It's my wishful thinking. I'm bothering you."

The hand pushing the door slowly retracted, Malda lowered her head and did not move, but Roland behind the door couldn't close the door.

He had a hunch that even if his name was a scumbag once the door was closed, he didn't know how he became a scumbag.

In silence, Joan finally found a chance to step forward.

"Good evening, I really disturbed my sudden visit."

"Oh, good evening Joan of Arc."

The atmosphere on the side of the blue-haired saint was too heavy. As soon as Jeanne stepped forward, Roland quickly focused on her. In his mind, this honest child should not be able to play any tricks.

However, the facts exceeded his expectations.

Joan, as an excellent battlefield commander, is naturally not really stupid. In fact, her grasp of human hearts is also unique.

"Mianxia, ​​originally this time we wanted to ask you to help us improve our strength, but now it seems to have caused you trouble."

"Also, okay."

Roland answered vaguely, and Joan showed an understanding smile.

"I understand that Mianxia doesn't want to take care of the trial court anymore. In that case, I can only return to the front line as soon as possible."

"This, this way, you are responsible..."

"Forest of the Nine Realms, I am the heroic spirit stationed there, and I am mainly responsible for fighting against the Confederacy." Joan smiled and said: "Although this mission was defeated by the low-ranking Mudel, it caused some blow to me. But I will work harder when I go back."

"Lower ranking?"

The unexpected words made Roland frowned uncontrollably, and Joan began to say his final goodbye.

"The frontline situation is not optimistic. I don't know how long it will take to see Mianxia next time, maybe even..."

The blond saint smiled forcefully, while the black long-haired man had a stiff expression for a moment, and his comrades who had never returned after saying goodbye appeared before him.