My Heroic Life

"Kitchen, are you okay?"

The man’s whispers were not noticed, and the morning news was playing in the lighting room that had been transformed into a small dining room for three people.

"According to our reporter, the Iberian Peninsula has been heavily foggy in recent days, and the court authorities responded that it is suspected of fantasizing..."

"Ok?"

Roland, who was stirring the mashed potatoes, was attracted by the news broadcast. He finished listening while eating, then turned to ask the two saints who were serving in the trial court.

"Something happened in Spain?"

"It's not there yet, but it's really weird lately. The fog is filled with unknown reasons, and part of the sea has been sealed off. Jeanne is responsible for the management over there, right?"

The blue-haired saint asked, and the face of Joan who heard the words was a little serious and replied: "Well, there are indeed some problems. The internal discussion in the trial court thought that perhaps the magical realm on the sea has changed and a powerful monster ran out. The specific situation is still Need to wait for today's information."

"Well, are there no heroes there? Just kill them with monsters."

"The head of the Spanish regional branch is a subordinate hero named Jeter, who has served for 30 years and has rich experience."

"Where is the upper hero?"

Roland asked casually. After thinking about it, Joan smiled bitterly and said, "Yes, but... she didn't join the trial court."

"Huh? I remember that I had drafted a bill before, and all the high-ranking heroes of the European Union were forced to join the court."

"Yours is a wartime bill, and even if there is this bill, it will not control her."

Malda bit the squishy way, and Joan nodded and added: "She is a Briton, a sea demon-Francis Drake."

"It seems that it is not compatible with the chivalry spirit that is prevailing in the country, so I came to Europe alone and called the apostle sailors to plunder the dead in the sea of ​​the Demon Realm. I heard that it was a good and evil, bold and lavish spender. woman."

"Oh? Really an interesting person."

Roland sighed and asked, "So how about hiring her?"

"Well, this is also one of the solutions, depending on the amount of money."

"That's it."

Breakfast was spent in small talks among the three. Jeanne and Marda changed their uniforms and said goodbye to Roland in the hallway. It was an eventful time, and the two looked a little rushed.

The long-haired young man stood at the door watching the two disappeared, and said to himself: "I hope everything goes well."

Chapter 33 Family Conference

"That's it."

After spending a while in the yard, Roland nodded in satisfaction as he watched the spring rolls fried to golden brown with bursts of aroma, a bite-sized rice cake with red bean paste inside, and fried taro sticks wrapped in sugar, and then began to set the plate.

Life after retirement is so leisurely. Today, it is still time for Roland to cook dinner. If the two saints are in charge of dinner, he can only sit in the lighting room, drink tea and read a book.

In fact, in the first few days Roland tried to play games online. However, due to the recovery of magic power in this world, the overall culture and entertainment lag behind, especially after experiencing the real rain of guns and bullets and the shadow of swords and swords. Can't play anymore.

Roland, a business game, felt boring. He wanted to find a soap opera to watch and felt that the content was almost disease-free. He wanted to find movies and found a bunch of models based on him.

The final result is that Roland’s day is actually the happiest time in the morning and evening when the three people are together. Although they want to smoke, they are always caught, and they still can’t win playing cards, but at least he won’t get bored during this time. .

Bringing the dinner to the small round table in the lighting room, Roland looked at the sun that had begun to glow and picked up a novel and read it.

A little bit of time passed, Roland was immersed in the world of the novel for a long time. When he recovered, the sun had completely set, and the indoor lighting automatically turned on. Roland raised his head and found that the courtyard outside was as dark as the dark sea, and he was alone. There is a little light.

He frowned uncomfortably, then turned to look at the cold food.

"It's so slow today."

Just after he finished talking to himself, the sound of the entrance door opening just came, Roland breathed a sigh of relief, he walked towards the entrance, only to find that only Malda had returned.

"Huh? Where is Joan?"

"In the meeting, there seems to be something wrong in Spain. I am in charge of the other side, so I will come back first."

"That's it."

Roland looked at Malda who came back alone. The rare Marda who seemed to be in low mood on the day he was cooking, knew in his heart that Joan of Arc might be in trouble. He didn't ask much, just returned to the lighting room to reheat with the magic flame. A bit of food.

During the meal, Malda was uncharacteristically silent. With a preoccupied look, Roland finally asked after halfway through the meal:

"Is Jean's situation terrible over there?"

"It's not clear yet."

Malda looked a little dignified and said: "The Inquisition branch guarding the Demon Realm at Cape St. Adrian has lost contact. That is one of our largest strongholds in the Iberian Peninsula."

"Lost connection, can you think of the reason?"

"Temporarily inferred to be an explosive demon expansion."

"That's it."

Roland looked at the girl who was worried about the country and the people in front of him. He estimated that the work of the two of them might not be easy to do this time. Regardless of the reason for the explosive expansion of the Demon Realm, public opinion will attribute the cause to the trial court.

A dinner ended in a depressive atmosphere. The two went back to their rooms. Malda had to work overtime, while Roland was waiting for the party.

The time passed by turning the pages of the book, it was rare for Roland not to read the book. He would check the time on his watch from time to time. The long wait lasted until ten o'clock in the evening, when the entrance door was finally opened.

"I am back."

"Welcome back, let's eat first."

Roland walked out of the room to greet Joan of Arc who had returned late, and Marda stopped working and followed to the lighting room.

The youth reheated the food, and the girls exchanged information together. After the food was re-cooked, Joan did not chew slowly, but ate it in a hurry.

"Lan, thank you, it tastes good."

After the customary thanks, the blond saint did not get up immediately. She looked at the two people at the table and hesitated for a while and said: "I want to report one thing."

"Ok?"

"At this meeting, it was decided that I would lead the rescue team to Colmelah Bay in Cape St. Adrian to support and search and rescue the missing Tribunal branch. We will leave tomorrow. I am afraid that I will not be able to return until the matter is processed. "

"Hey?"

Malda screamed, Roland frowned.

"I want you to go? The explosive expansion of the Demon Realm does not require the use of high-level heroes, right?"

Malda asked with some resistance, and Jeanne became serious when talking about the task.