My Heroic Life

"good night."

The door of the drawing room was closed, and Marda and Jeanne looked at each other, and each said how they felt.

"Mian...Roland was right, we were a bit hasty about today."

"Hey, I didn't expect him to be so resistant, but he still cares about us by his appearance."

"Well, as a senior, Lord Roland is really good to us."

"Tsk. The strategy is very difficult."

Malda's slender legs overlapped, her arms frowned in thought, and it was rare for Joan to start a serious contemplation outside the battlefield.

After all, the two had known Roland for only a few days, and after subtracting the time spent in a coma, the time to get along was very little. Neither Joan nor Marda knew him well, and it was the same for Roland.

"The top priority is to deepen bonds and feelings, but how exactly..."

Malda was muttering to herself in distress, but the mobile terminal on her wrist suddenly lit up. After a daze, Malda opened it curiously. The next moment a small holographic projection was released from it. It was the beauty of a brown-haired blue pupil. Female face.

"Good evening, two, here is the almighty Da Vinci sauce! I guess you may need some help."

Chapter Thirty A Beautiful Day Begins with xx

"Uh, uh..."

In his sleep, Roland rolled over and slowly opened his closed eyes. He felt his body and looked at the surrounding environment.

Because he likes the sun, Roland deliberately chose the room at the east end of the spa. It was early in the morning when the rising sun illuminated the curtains. He lay on the bed and stared at the luxurious chandelier above his head. Sit up, beautifully decorated beds, high-end monster leather sofas, the ice bucket on the table in front of the sofa contains wine from more than 30 years ago, and the TV on the front wall even has a holographic projection function.

Roland looked at everything in front of him in a daze, sighing that he really couldn't keep up with the times. In his memory, the most common thing he woke up was the cheap and useful incandescent tube, the undecorated wall, and the office filled with documents. Work, and a strategic topographic map filled with various flags.

Then an officer hurriedly ran up to him to report on the changes in the battle situation during the hours he was asleep, no matter what happened again, did the bipedal dragon reach its breeding season again, and how is the progress of the underground refuge? , And then he would throw the quilt away, rub his face and continue to work overtime.

This is the life of the big men of that era.

As for the chandelier?Red wine?Sofa TV?Don't talk about it. At that time, almost half of Europe was demonized. It would be nice to find a house with a shed.

"Oh, this corrupt life... really cool."

The former chief judge, Roland, is not stubborn, nor does he suffer from the frugality of the elderly. In his words, he said: If nothing else is counted, just sell the grotesques that I have cut, and it will take me hundreds of years. Got it.

that's the truth.

He yawned, and remembered the unhappiness he had with the two saints last night in his mind. Yesterday, he was so excited that he said it seriously. I don't know what they would think.

He thought about these as he was about to get out of bed, when suddenly there was a knock on the door.

"Ok?"

Roland was puzzled, he got up and opened the door, then dumbfounded.

What catches the eye is Marda in a maid costume with a shy face, bare shoulders and a skirt that is no more than a knee.

"you you......"

Roland stammered after being overwhelmed by the shock, while Marda said with restraint in shame:

"It's time for breakfast, Lord, Lord, Lord...Ah, I can't tell!"

In the process of speaking, the blue-haired saint finally reached her limit. She lowered her head and covered her cheek and said:

"It's breakfast anyway! Pack up and go to the restaurant."

"You, your..."

"What's the matter, it's just a maid's uniform, can't I occasionally want to wear it?"

"No."

Roland covered his forehead, resisting a burst of dizziness and impulse, and said, "Your skills!"

"what."

Malda was taken aback, and finally understood what Roland meant.

The exposed part of the maid's clothes triggered too much of Malda's natural physical skill, and the enchantment radiated from this, combined with the ultimate temptation of the maid's clothes, was in a tug of war with Roland's reason.

"I'll change my clothes, Roland, you should go eat first."

Marda left this sentence and hurried into the next door, leaving the man alone to face the impulse.

Roland took a shower in the bathroom, and then moved to the dining room. At the long table that could accommodate twenty people, Jeanne had already set up breakfast.

"Good morning, Lord Roland."

"you too?"

The man looked at the maid's uniform of the blonde saint with a similar style, his brows twitched, and Joan asked with embarrassment:

"Doesn't it fit?"

"No, not really."

It fits too well.

Roland sighed in her heart that although she was not as strong as Malda's skill bonus, Joan of Arc, who had a perennial athletic figure, was equally charming. The white stockings with suspenders that were different from Malda, who had bare legs, were simply a crime.

"So why do you want to dress like this?"

"This is work clothes." Joan stared brightly at the young man in front of him with a smile: "Roland, you let us live without charging us. Although I am very grateful, it violates the Lord's teachings, so I and Mar After discussing it, Da decided to take care of your daily life as a maid."

"I reject."

Roland didn't hesitate to veto. Just kidding, you two dressed like this and dangling like this every day, do you really think I am a saint?

...I seem to be really.

Roland twitched his eyebrows with a pain on his face, but Joan continued to insist. After Malda changed clothes and came to the restaurant, the three finally discussed a result.

"We are living together. From now on, breakfast and dinner will take turns according to the duty schedule. There is a cleaning magic in the house, so dust will not generally accumulate, but you will be left to tidy up the items. I will be responsible for the courtyard accordingly."

The head of the family said that both Joan and Malda could only agree. After successfully persuading the maid plan of the two saints, the three had breakfast. Joan made breakfast just like her origin, simpler and simpler..

Croissants, jam, fruit and vegetable salad, coffee, cheese.

The French breakfast is not as diverse as imagined. It is at least not as diverse as the ancient country where the people in the East relied on food. For ordinary French people, bread with jam and a cup of coffee are all done. .

If you are in a hurry, you should probably buy it directly at the bakery on the street, but it has become a habit for the three people who have been in the army all the year round in the hot spring to get up early, so Jeanne has time to make more things.