My Heroic Life

"Thank you for your life-saving grace, I will remember my life, then, goodbye Mianxia."

Under this dying gratitude and farewell, Roland's brain was a little confused. He lowered his head and lived Malda's aggrieved face and the new information that Joan had brought. When he raised his head, he found that Joan and Marda had turned around. Walked out of the courtyard.

"......and many more!"

The shouts came, and the bodies of the two saints halted. They stopped and turned their heads, seeing the open door and the back of the man in it.

"Tsk, remember to lock the door."

Chapter 29 Raiders Group

Two new residents were welcomed in the Gothic bungalow called Hot Spring Pavilion.

After Roland walked into the hall, Joan and Malda looked at each other and smiled. Whether it was because of the misunderstanding of Malda or because of the worry about Joan who was about to go to the front, the final result of the conversation with Roland was reached. The two people's expectations.

"This guy is still very good."

"Sure enough, it's the same as Alisha said under the crown."

"Is your mouth hard and soft?"

Marda talked about the characteristics of Roland's character summarized by the pope, and unconsciously raised the corners of her mouth. The two entered the hall together and began the hustle and bustle of the first day of stay.

"Mianxia, ​​you live in the room on the right end of the first floor, right."

"Hey? Then I want to be next door."

"Then I'll be next door to Malda."

"Whatever you want, the second floor is a guest room, and those rooms on the first floor are up to you."

Unlike the young girls who started to get acquainted with the house and the room from twitter, the man sitting in the reception room was still thinking about what Joan said.

"Is it low? That kind of power is actually low. What is going on..."

The young man was muttering to himself in the unmanned reception room. Although it seemed relaxed, in fact, killing Mudel was already at the limit of Roland's ability to show no power.

If it had been half a century ago, this kind of strength would have been enough for Roland to walk sideways in this area of ​​Europe, and probably only the great priests of the Zonglian body could fight Roland, but fifty years later, it was only the priests who made every effort to kill. The fact that the middle row is not in the ranks made him a little alert for a while.

The enemy's strength seems to have become much stronger.

"What do you think?"

Roland sitting alone with a serious face attracted the attention of the two people who came to know the reception room.

Malda patted him on the shoulder and sat down on the opposite sofa. Joan looked at Roland's heavy expression and suddenly understood.

"Is Mianxia thinking about the strength of the sect priests?"

"...That's it."

Roland nodded in response, and Marda, who was sitting opposite, also became serious when he heard the words.

"Those guys have gotten stronger in recent years."

The blue-haired saint complained, and Joan sat down opposite, introducing Roland about the reversal of the situation and high-end combat power between the two countries in the past ten years.

"We still don’t know the exact number of sect priests, but it is speculated that their upper-level combat power is stronger than the upper-level heroes. This mission is considered to be another death fight with them after a few years. Although the results are brilliant, it also confirms this point. ."

"I, I can be considered a win, although I also fell, Joan is because it was too expensive in the Lake of the Dead."

Malda replenished with some lack of confidence, while Roland was thinking about digesting the information.

Everything seems to have originated from the full occupation of the Forest of the Nine Realms by the Zonglian Group nearly ten years ago, that is, the last ten years. This familiar term made Roland frowned. He couldn't help but think of what happened in the Forest of the Nine Realms decades ago. That experiment.

Is there any connection between the two?

He thought, and the saints in front of him were also thinking. The two of them hadn't forgotten the task that Alisha gave them. It seemed that it was a good time to persuade Roland to return.

"Master Roland, if you are interested, do you want to go to the trial court with us tomorrow?"

"Ok?"

"Yes, you haven't come to the trial court for a long time, right? Just come to see the younger generations?"

Joan and Malda sent out persuasions one after another, Roland's black pupils looked at them one by one, sighed and leaned against the sofa.

"So that's why you are here."

"Uh, we are not..."

"Needless to say, it was Alisha's order."

"..."

Both Marda and Joan were silent, and both of them could feel that the youth in front of them was a little unhappy.

"I have retired, and I don't want to worry about it anymore. I have deeply felt that the European Union is now peaceful, and it is no longer the era of flames."

"I am a person of the past. In that era, I was conceited or made some contributions, and now I feel that I am qualified to enjoy my life."

Joan of Arc and Malda listened to Roland in a low mood, and the blue-haired saint bit her head and whispered:

"However, the situation in the trial court is not optimistic."

"Now the problems of this era are solved by you who live in this era. The older generation should always give way, and if I don't jump out of the lake of the dead, will you surrender to the Clan Union?"

"..."

Roland looked at the two saints who bowed their heads in silence, and felt that what he said might be a bit too heavy. As the leaders of the Holy See and the Tribunal, these two girls may have heavy tasks and pressure. He thought for a while and eased Said like:

"The Trial Chamber was created by me. It is the painstaking effort of our older generations. Of course, I don't want it to be wrong. If it is a crisis, I will take action."

"Mianxia..."

Joan and Marda raised their heads when they heard this, and Roland continued:

"I also agreed to your training. I met once, and I don't want you to make any mistakes on the battlefield."

He looked at the two people in front of him with surprised faces and said: "However, I will not participate in any action in the court, and I don't want you to reveal my identity."

"I just want to be a quiet retreat as an ordinary person. You don't want me to be crowned, just call me Roland or Lan."

"Let's talk so much today. I'm a little tired. The matching of body and soul still needs adjustment. Let's talk about the rest later."

Roland ended with this sentence and stood up and walked towards his room.

"Mian, ah, good night Roland."