My Heroic Life

After breakfast, the three went back to their rooms. Jeanne and Marda put on the black uniforms of the court, while Roland took them to the hallway in casual clothes.

"See you tonight, Roland."

"I'm going out."

"Well, be careful on the way."

The two of them greeted each other with a smile and went out one by one. The hot spring hall suddenly became quiet. Roland stood in front of the entrance for a while, feeling a strange feeling that he was the head of the house.

"I don't need to be a messenger now."

Thinking of the noise this morning, Roland smiled bitterly and shook his head. He returned to the reception room to make a cup of tea, and then took it to the daylighting room to look at the grass field in the morning. After enjoying the peaceful morning scene, the youth began to talk to himself. stand up.

"It's always okay to read the news after retiring."

He muttered as if comforting himself, and then stroked the mobile terminal on his wrist.

"Connect [The Almighty] and make me a collection of key news from the past few years."

"Well, Da Vinci sauce is received, so what is the focus?"

"..."

Roland was silent for a while listening to the familiar female voice in the terminal. He paused for a moment before asking, "Why are you still here?"

"Hey? Do you not like me? You are the only one in the world where the Almighty Da Vinci Sauce can be in charge."

"Don't call me down, wait... the maid costume in the morning was your idea, right?"

"Oh, it's exposed, but it's cute, Roland, your heartbeat was much faster then."

"You have violated my privacy. I am now considering whether to talk to you in person."

"Ha, ha ha, it won't be anymore, so, so Roland, what kind of news do you want?"

Roland temporarily extinguished his anger as the Almighty Man smiled weakly. He thought for a while and said, "Politics, military, and..."

"Zonglian body."

Chapter 31 The Feeling of Home

"Oh? King Arthur defeated the humble king Votigung by the Liberation Gun a few months ago?"

Roland watched the news summary produced by Leonardo and muttered to the part of Britain on the other side of the strait. He looked at the picture of the king who looked a little indifferent while the people cheered, and visually measured her height and the size of a certain part. .

"Well, it seems that the main weapon has been replaced with a holy spear."

Throwing down the sword that said I would win, King Arthur's body that had been stagnated for ten years has finally begun to develop, and the girl in the picture has already begun to surpass the royal sister.

"Finally growing up... eh? Why should I say finally?"

The man feels a little confused by his unintentional words. It seems that he has seen King Arthur for the first time since he woke up. Why is there always a vague sense of familiarity?

There was no result after thinking for a long time. The young man shook his head. He forced his attention to the next page, and was quickly attracted by the news of the Clan Union in recent years.

"Oh? The Zonglian body seems to be living well by sucking the blood of African territories. The uprising has been suppressed in recent years. Guotai Minan?"

He said something mockingly, and Leonardo on the other side of the mobile device smiled bitterly.

"In the past ten years, the strength of the violent organs of the federation has risen sharply. The insurgents jointly cultivated by Europe have been almost wiped out. Only the unorganized guerrillas are left."

"Is that so." Roland turned off the screen, leaning back on the chair and looking at the grass outside the daylight.

"This news is full of spokespersons from the Pantheon's gang of magic sticks. There is no substance."

"Isn't that the case for the public news?" Da Vinci tempted: "Do you need me to summarize the internal intelligence of the court? As long as you have your authority, you can see all kinds of information."

"dont see."

Roland was very clear about Da Vinci's idea of ​​letting him wade through the muddy water, but Da Vinci refused to give up.

"Well, then the next thing is the lonely and boring Da Vinci sauce's self-talk."

"Hey you......"

"Recently received new information, the former high priest Mister, who was born in the Hand of Frost Flame, is dead."

"..."

Roland, who wanted to stop Da Vinci from speaking, came up and was stopped by an explosive news. He frowned involuntarily and began to listen.

"Mist died about a month ago. The cause of death is unknown. The successor is assumed to be Lyton Williams, who belonged to the Hand of Frostfire. He is likely to be a qualified person for the blood of Ymir, the ancestor of the Frost Giant. "

"The same strong competitors are Isaac, who inherited the blood of the legendary Flame Giant leader Sulter, and the leader of the Beast Den, Fenri the Demon Wolf."

"In recent years, the Confederacy has been fighting fiercely. The Hand of Frostfire and the Beast’s Lair have formed a joint. The Temple of Asaph also has the help of the Warner Temple. The two sides have been fighting endlessly. composition."

"According to the usual practice, the two sides will fight for the position of chief priest of the Pantheon for a period of time. Maybe there will be priests who will die in this internal fight, so we speculate that the two countries should not break out within this year. In a large-scale conflict, you have half a year to teach Joan of Arc and Marda, how about? Two beautiful girls can stay with you for at least half a year. Are you happy?"

"No, it's better to say that I want to end as soon as possible so that I can live a peaceful life at ease."

"Hey? Obviously it's very enviable now. You are now living with the two saints who are ranked first and second in European joint popularity. If you are reported by the media, you will surely attract the jealousy of tens of millions of men."

"Isn't it under your control?"

"Hmph, it is true, then how do you want to teach them?"

"You don't need to teach." Roland made a cup of tea again, looking at the tea leaves standing in the cup and said: "Just stay with me."

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"we are back."

In the evening, Joan of Arc and Malda walked into the entrance hall. The two who had just been transferred to the headquarters of the Trial Court had a lot of things to deal with. Therefore, they came back a bit late. Malda shouted and did not see Roland. She did not Careful, continue the topic on the road with Jeanne of Arc.

"Speaking of which, even the work is watched by so many people. He is obviously a judge, but why is he like an artist?"

"Haha, this is also a part of the propaganda of the heroes of the court."

Two female heroes who are so popular that they can only change their outdoor shoes while chatting. Roland, who loves cleanliness, told him several times this morning, and they can only obey the habits of the house owner.

"It's too much trouble to get rid of them every day. I can definitely come back sooner."

"Yeah, you have to be careful when you go home recently, and you can't trouble Mian, Roland."

Malda took off the uniform jacket of the court court to reveal her slender body, and complained: "I am on duty today, dinner is on... Wait, it smells good."

Jeanne smelt the blue-haired saint's small nose. The two looked at each other and did not return to the room for a while, but walked along the smell into the lighting room at the west end.