My Heroic Life

"The magical realm broke out again. Then, the central area suddenly expanded, the dense fog covered and expanded, and the area where Jeanne was located was also in it.

Malda sat down on the chair and intermittently squeezed out the general situation, and Roland's face suddenly became heavy.

"Can you get in touch?"

"The contact technique has been broken. It has been nearly an hour since the incident happened. It's still the same. No one came out."

The blue-haired saint lowered her head and put her hands on her forehead. She felt a little unacceptable about the bad news that came suddenly. The worry about Joan made her brain a little confused for a while.

"Da Vinci."

"I'm here, Roland kiss."

The gentle female voice in the terminal responded to the call of the youth. Roland thought for a while and asked:

"specific situation."

"Most of the Kolmerach Bay has been covered by dense fog in the central area, but in fact it is only a small part. Most of the dense fog area is on the sea. This size has far exceeded the scope of the previous demon realm, and the concentration of magic power is also high. More than three times."

"It is estimated that nearly a hundred people are missing in the central area, including the upper hero Francis Drake, who was missing for seven days, and the upper hero Joan of Arc, missing for one hour and seventeen minutes..."

"I, I'm going to Colmerach Bay."

In Da Vinci's heavy report, Malda stood up with her hands on the table, with obvious impulse and inevitable worry on her face.

"There is definitely a problem there, I, I must bring her out, and the only high-ranking hero in this department is me."

While Marda was talking, he walked towards the hallway, Roland hurriedly took her hand when she saw it.

"Let go, the water environment should have been for me, if I insisted on it then..."

"You calm down!"

Roland interrupted Malda's self-blame, he sighed and said, "I have a way."

Chapter 36 The Golden Deer

"Lan, really don't need my help?"

"No, you can live a normal life, but you have to cook your own meals for these two days. If you are really not in the mood to make it, just order takeaway."

"This kind of thing is not important at all, otherwise I ask for leave..."

"No, don't attract people's attention, and how do you ask for leave at this critical juncture?

"But, in case your consciousness can't come back..."

Roland patted Malda's hand and soothed: "Don't worry, the past is only a fragment of my soul. It is part of my ability that I left with her beforehand. You can regard it as a skill. As for the body, there is Da Vinci monitoring and With so many warning techniques, it should be no problem."

"Malda, don't worry, I will monitor Roland's physical condition, and if there is anything wrong, I will notify you in advance."

"......okay."

"Before I come back, don't act rashly, understand?"

"Ok."

Under Roland and Da Vinci's persuasion, Malda finally agreed to wait and see for the time being. Roland lay on the bed and closed his eyes in the worried eyes of the blue-haired saint.

The soul in the body is full of waves, and the trembling power crystal emits a gleam, which is part of the enthusiasm outside the ability called [Pride].

CourageThe seed.

It was a fragment of the soul produced by the crystallization of power. Roland, who had been entangled for a long time that night, sent it into Joan of Arc just in case, but now he didn't expect it to be used.

"Then, it's up to me to check it out first."

Under Malda's worried gaze, Roland closed his eyes. In the crystallization of the soul, the part of courage flickered, and the man's consciousness was transmitted to the distant Colmerach Bay in the resonance of the soul.

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"Huh? This is it?"

At the same time, on the Iberian Peninsula thousands of miles away, amidst the twinkling of golden light in the room, the soul of a long-haired young man appeared out of thin air, and the nearby ether accelerated flow and gathered, creating a body for him.

He looked around and saw Joan of Arc sleeping on the bed. At this time, the blond saint was wearing a blue undercoat and armor. Her chest was lying steadily together. There were no scars or blood on her body. The magic fluctuations are also very stable.

Roland heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that, and after discovering that Joan was fine, he quickly turned his attention to the surrounding environment.

The neat wooden floor and walls, and the oil lamp beside the wall hung a faint light. The whole room was small, only Jeanne of Arc's sleeping bed and a storage cabinet, which seemed to be a special small bedroom.

Of course, Roland wouldn't be able to infer anything if it was just these, but the unbalanced feeling under his feet and the sound of the sea surging in his ears clearly pointed out to him where he was.

————Inside the hull.

Roland's expression changed, he looked back at Jeanne, who was still sleeping, and hesitated for a moment to walk to the door.

Open the door, and there is a wider room outside. The center of the room is a table fixed on the floor, on which is a paper and pen and a chart. On one side of the room is a model of a Galenian three-bar sailboat, a globe, and wine barrels. , Wood carving, dining table.

The wooden boxes for stuffing are piled together. There are a few scattered gold coins nearby emitting light under the oil lamp candles. The window covered by the red curtains is dark. From time to time, a flash of lightning flashes across the sky to let people see the sea and sky. The junction.

Roland walked slowly amid the thunder of thunder, recalling various film and television works in his memory, and already knew in his heart that this was the captain's room.

He walked to the pile of gold coin boxes and picked up one of them. The gold coins that were blurred and could not see the pattern on it were exuding faint fluctuations of magic power, silently telling his origin-the looting from the magic On the ghost ship in the territory.

"That's it."

Roland muttered to himself, in just a few minutes, he had roughly inferred the surrounding situation. He was about to put the gold coins back, and suddenly felt a trembling of the ground and the footsteps of the crowd coming from the lower level.

"Hurry up!"

The man's roar sounded, and the dense footsteps began to spread from below to the deck outside the door. Roland moved with the noise of the people. He walked to the door of the captain's room and hesitated for a moment before pushing the door open.

Then he saw the scene outside the door.

The first goal is to climb the huge white sails of sailors and a large number of ropes. Then there is a dim sea and deck. The dim wind lanterns in the ship swayed above Roland, illuminating a large group of sailors running up from the bottom. They.

These tall and muscular men dress differently. Some wear sailor turbans, some wear leather vests, some wear cigarettes, and some wear earrings. The only thing they have in common is their disorderly clothes and scattered all over their bodies. The atmosphere of desperadoes and prodigal sons.

They gathered on the deck and looked at the sea outside, holding sharp blades in their hands. Then when the door of the captain's room opened and there was a creaking sound, they moved their heads back and opened their eyes one by one.

"Enemy attack!"

There was a shout, and the next moment, sharp harpoons, sharp knives, and heavy axes aimed at the sudden appearance of the young man with long black hair. On the sails, the steady sailors pulled their bows and arrows.

"and many more!"

Amidst a raging sword, the man with the scarfaced face stepped forward. With the dim light, he carefully glanced at the figure in front of him, and then shouted: