My Heroic Life

He looked back and forth at the sleeping Joan and the light in his hand, his face tangled up and remembered the news of the disappearance of the upper hero Drake, and his worries about the girl finally made him stretch out his hand.

The light flickered in the room for an instant, and after a while, the man sighing helplessly walked out of the door.

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"Hey, when do you want to sleep, Joan is about to leave."

"Ah, come out right away, I slept a bit late yesterday."

Early in the morning, Roland's door was knocked on by Malda. The man tidied up and walked quickly to the hallway. He saw Joan and Malda embracing from a distance.

"Remember, once there is a problem, exit immediately."

"Hmm."

"Although it is a bit cruel to say that, you are far more important than others as a high-ranking hero. It is a good thing to save people, but you must also consider yourself."

"Uh, uh."

The blonde saint listened to Marda, who had died after her last mission, and could only give out a bitter smile, but the latter was still telling her without realizing it.

"If the strength is not enough, apply for support, then I will also go... Roland, you can also say something."

"Ah, uh, safe journey?"

Malda glanced at the young man silently, but Joan laughed. She nodded happily and then opened her arms to embrace the young man who had bid farewell.

The blond hair brushed across his cheeks and felt a little itchy, and Roland, whose behavior was biased towards the east, reacted slowly to the hug. He was taken aback and then smiled. He hugged Joan with both hands and whispered in her ear: "Don't worry, you It will be safe."

The heat blew in her ears and made Jeanne tremble a little sensitively. She nodded to Roland when she seemed to be a blessing. The two separated. Jeanne glanced at Malda and Roland in the hallway with some dismay, then waved goodbye.

The figure of the saint boarded the car outside the gate and disappeared, and the lives of Marda and Roland began.

Chapter 35 The Missing

"So, why do you still do the amount of three people?"

"There is no way, it feels troublesome for two people, it is better to say that there are more people."

"Where are you from the cafeteria chef?"

In the evening lighting room, Roland looked helplessly at Malda's fried steak.

It may not be believed by others, but in fact Roland has the smallest appetite among the three. After all, Roland’s body is an artificial human, and Marda and Joan of Arc are really normal human bodies, and they don’t get fat no matter how they eat. Kind of.

No, it should be the right kind of fat.

Roland glanced at Maldana's bulging camisole, and looked away unnaturally.

"I used to cook for the whole family. At least there were three people."

Malda grumbled and grumbled, and Roland asked while cutting the steak:

"So, how is the situation on Joan of Arc?"

"Well, it's not bad for the time being, the second batch of rescue teams have already entered, and the report says that hundreds of people have been rescued."

Marda smiled in a good mood. Today is the third day of Joan of Arc's departure. It is already the second day after entering the Colmerach Bay. The entire search and rescue work is progressing quite smoothly, which makes Mar, who has been fidgeting recently. Da breathed a sigh of relief.

"Really, so, what happened inside?"

"It seems to be the coma caused by the magical impact when the Demon Realm broke out, at least in the outer area."

Malda put the long steak on the plate, and naturally pushed his mashed potatoes to the young man.

Roland looked at the two plates of mashed potatoes and asked with twitching cheeks: "The magic shock is indeed harmful to ordinary people, but it is nothing to the apostles and heroic spirits. What is the matter with the court branch?"

"It is not clear. The area where the branch is located, along with the coast and part of the sea, is the central area of ​​this outbreak. No one has come out yet. Drake is missing and Jeter died in it. The rescue team tried to put in the envoy, but Also lost contact."

Marda's meat cutting hands slowed down, and after a while he cheered up: "However, for the time being, the target of this search and rescue is the peripheral people. The central area is not free for further investigation, and the child will not go."

"That's it." Hearing this, the long-haired young man with black hair said while stirring the mashed potatoes: "Is it a surprise?"

"Well, Joan will probably be back this weekend."

Seeing Malda who was smiling and appetizing, Roland's mood also improved a lot.

It seems that the back hand is no longer available, maybe it is really too much to worry about.

He thought, continuing to fight hard against mashed potatoes.

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Time is passing by in this ordinary life. Five days have passed since Joan of Arc left, and these five days can be said to be good news.

Not just chatting with Malda during dinner, even Roland was bored to scan the news during the day, and he would also see news like how many people Joan of Arc had saved in Colmerach Bay. He secretly sighed at home. While the Spartan Saint Feminine's spirit soared again, Roland was relieved.

Malda smiled a lot in recent days. She always teased that she was going to be surpassed by younger generations. Yesterday, she was happy and she was in a rare online fighting game with Roland. As a result, she was mad at Roland because of the subconscious dodge of the real body. After that, I wanted to live pk.

Recalling the unconvinced look of the blue-haired saint last night, Roland estimated that he was going to be pulled to play the video tonight. He sighed and looked at the garlic eggplant on the grill. He had this limitation. The dishes, Master Saint will probably be very happy tonight.

Although the French often use garlic in food, this roasted garlic eggplant has a strong taste, so it can only be eaten at night, but the two saints liked it very much, and it was one of the few dishes that Roland cooked several times.

"It's almost there."

With a burst of aroma rushing into the tip of his nose, Roland took the grill back to the lighting room. He put the baked food on the plate, and footsteps just came from his ear. When he turned around, he saw Malda carrying a bag and walking into the light. room.

"I'm back, ah, it really is this!"

The blue-haired saint grabbed the fork with a happy face, while Roland intercepted the jade hands halfway.

"Change clothes first, and wash your hands."

"Hey? What does it matter."

Malda was complaining with a fork in her mouth, and suddenly there was a dripping sound on her wrist. The girl's face changed and frowned and said, "Urgent information?"

The saint clicked on the terminal to check, and Roland began to pack the equipment, but the sound of metal landing abruptly sounded in the ear of the man who had finished finishing.

"I say you......"

Roland looked back and was about to complain about the slippery hand of the saint, but found that Malda looked at the terminal motionlessly with a stiff complexion, and the fork that fell to the ground was rolling, but did not attract her attention at all.

"what happened?"

An ominous premonition filled his heart. Roland asked. When he heard the question, Malda turned her head with a little trembling, and said with a pale face: "Jan of Arc, I was involved."

"what?"