My Heroic Life

"No, I'm afraid it's not just the expansion of Demon Realm."

"The information we know now is that Colmerach Bay is covered by fog, thousands of people have lost contact, and no one has walked out of the fog for two days since the incident, and there were two heroes there at the time... "

"Heroic? Two?"

"Yeah." Jeanne was silent for a moment and said in a low voice: "The lower hero, Jeter of the Spanish branch judge died, and the upper hero, Francis Drake is missing."

""!""

There was a moment of silence in the lighting room, and the three of them did not speak, and the atmosphere suddenly became heavy.

Malda's eyes widened and a little confused, Joan's face was heavy and worried, and Roland's brow furrowed deeper.

"Something's wrong."

After a long silence, Roland spoke first.

"Although the expansion of the demon realm is a catastrophe, it is still possible for the lower heroic spirits to be involved in it to save their lives, and for the upper heroic spirits, it is more than enough to kill the demon realm in two days."

"Indeed, Joan, is the news reliable?"

Malda questioned, and the blonde saint nodded and said: "Jett has a death warning magic on his body. There should be nothing wrong with it. Drake has been active on the coast, and recently he has been with the Colmerah Bay. The court talks about the price of monster crusade."

"..."

"I disagree."

Roland hadn't spoken yet, and Marda, who regarded Joan like a sister, raised her objection.

"I don't have any information, so I rushed into the upper heroic spirit? Isn't Drake the precedent? What is the chief judge thinking?"

Familiar terms made Roland frown, and Joan persuaded him: "The trial court is now under heavy pressure from public opinion. We must deal with this incident properly. The Chief Judge Frank was also forced to helplessly."

"Then I will go. Tarask is very effective in the water. I am more suitable for this task."

The blue-haired saint volunteering to take over the task made Joan suddenly serious, and only allowed the saint who was adventurous to show the expression of a warrior, and said with determination:

"Malda, this is my task, please believe me."

"you......"

Malda was speechless under Joan's solemn gaze, and this family meeting-like communication ended in Joan's insistence on executing the order.

Roland played more of a mediating role in this meeting. He did not oppose Joan's decision, so when he returned to the room, he was stunned by the awkward Malda.

"You don't speak for me, don't you worry about that kid?"

"Worry, but she was born in the army, in her eyes the command is absolute."

"Even so...Oh, I'm back to the room."

Malda sighed and closed the door. Roland looked at the unmanned corridor, and the wry smile on his face slowly disappeared. When he turned and stepped into his room, his face was solemn and his eyes were sharp. He raised his wrist and faced the mobile terminal. Faintly said:

"Connect with Da Vinci."

Chapter 34 Farewell

"So, this man named Frank is my seventh successor?"

"Yes, he is known as a [wise man], and he has remarkable talent in mobilizing and deploying."

The dialogue between Roland and Da Vinci has been in the middle of the night. Since waking up, he has never asked Da Vinci for information for the first time since he has never asked Da Vinci about the affairs of the court. It is rare that the omnipotent man who was actively called has spoken a lot with great interest .

During the conversation, Roland learned that in this era, the significance of the chief judge is quite different from when he took office.

When Roland was in office, the chief judge had only one greatest role, and that was top-level military support. The raising of the banner representing Roland on any battlefield represented the entire army's charge and victory.

But in this relatively stable era, the chief judge has become the manager of overall decision-making. In recent years, because the prestige of the coalition government and the court has declined, the control of the upper heroes has also been greatly reduced. The already precious upper heroes It is certainly not possible to sit in the office of the chief judge. Therefore, the current chief judge is Frank, who is a subordinate hero and has outstanding management ability.

"That's it."

After listening to a long list of information, Roland rubbed his eyebrows tiredly, while Da Vinci said with a smile: "Hmph, Roland usually looks cold, but it turns out that he cares about Joan of Arc."

"...Just a little worried."

"Oh? Is it because you like the feeling of being preached by a beautiful girl?"

"You...wait, she always catches me, isn't it your letter?"

"Hey? Da Vinci sauce is on your side, how can you do that? That's her apocalypse skill, and she was sent this time because of this skill."

Under Da Vinci’s explanation, Roland finally remembered this magical skill of Joan of Arc, and finally understood why she had just learned to play cards but always won and other unsolved mysteries, but the corresponding youth was slightly relaxed. Sighed.

"Well, if you have this kind of skill..."

"Yes, that kid is actually very strong, especially in defense."

After talking for a while, Roland beat Finch to leave. He checked his watch and found that it was already two o'clock in the night.

Perhaps it was because of worrying about Joan, or perhaps because of some uncomfortable premonitions in his heart. Tonight Roland had a rare insomnia. He was a little thirsty and wanted to go to the reception room to make tea. He got up and walked out of the room. I was seeing the light in the room that opened a gap.

"have not sleep yet."

Roland wanted to walk directly, but happened to see the blond saint lying on the table in the crack of the door. He stopped, hesitated for a long time and walked over and opened the door.

A pale yellow light spilled out of the room, and Roland saw a table of documents and Jeanne's sleeping face.

The young man walked to the table quietly, picked up a document on the table, looked at the statistical report full of numbers, and suddenly said: "So that's it, she is really good about mathematics and numbers... ."

In this era of universal education, the blond saint will naturally not be ignorant, but in contrast, her talent in mathematics is really touching.

"No wonder you sleep so soundly."

The saint’s sleeping face was a bit tired, her golden hair scattered on the documents, and the cool wind in the summer evening blew in from the window, bringing up the unique fragrance of Joan of Arc.

Roland stood at the table for a long time. He looked at Joan in front of him and remembered the bit by bit over the past month. Although the time spent together is not long, the pure and kind saint undoubtedly makes Roland feel good. .

In this period of time when things were awake after awakening, Joan and Marda broke into the hearts of young people unreasonably, and forced him into the lives of normal people after the huge impact and autistic. The three have gradually run-in in getting along.

I was woken up by two people every morning, drinking coffee made by Joan of Arc, eating mashed potatoes with Marda’s hands, and most of the dinner was in charge of the youth. After finishing the get off work, they read a book while waiting for the two to get off work, watching the two try new food. Look like, listen to the rare work complaints of the two saints, or watch TV together or play cards and chat together at night.

Although it might not be appropriate, Roland already had a vague feeling in his heart-the feeling of a long-lost home.

This is the second time Roland has this kind of feeling in the past decades.

How can you not cherish it so rare?

The man sighed, and a bright light appeared between his palms. He looked at the small crystals in his hands, and understood that once he used himself, it would really be unrelated to Jeanne. Life in seclusion might also be affected. What's more terrifying is that The side effects brought by this crystal of power reminded men of some cold back.