My Heroic Life

As a member of the Holy See, Joan can drink moderately but not alcohol. Drake originally thought that as a saint, she might not be comfortable with this noisy pirate banquet, but it turns out that the blond saint is serious but not rigid.

"Grumbling, ha."

Joan raised the glass and drank more gracefully, but not slow at all. When she drank it, she put down the glass while panting a little while lighting it up to Drake who looked at her in surprise, and the latter even more. Laughed happily.

"I thought Master Saint would not drink, aren't you great?"

"Although I am the Holy See, I am also a front-line commander. This kind of post-war reception still has some experience."

Joan smiled and spoke, but Roland next to him was stunned. In his impression, Joan had always been an honest and serious image in his previous life. Before the banquet, he was a little worried that the saint might resist, but now he wants to come to her as a soldier. Leading many subordinates, how can he be an out-of-group person?

"One more cup and another cup, hello! The women are already done, what are you guys still rubbing with!"

"I can't count the big sister, but if you say Miss Saint, everyone cheers!"

"Oooo!"

With Joan of Arc's cooperation, the atmosphere of the banquet was heated up. The boiling crowd cheered and cheered, and the pirates gnawed at the roast suckling pig that was brought out during the banquet.

Roland raised his eyebrows while smelling the scent of the food. This Iberian black pig breed is one of the most expensive pork in the world. Its staple food is natural acorns, and the unique acorn scent is on the table. It attracted the attention of Roland, a retired cadre who only thought about food.

"Oh? It really costs money like water."

Roland looked at the long tables full of high-end ingredients in the crowded cabin, and sighed at the heroism of Drake and others, and the pink-haired woman laughed.

"Of course, pirates are the pursuit of instant happiness!"

"Let's eat! I want ham!"

The delicacies on the table pushed the atmosphere of the banquet to the highest level. The sailors in the cabin ate meat and poured their heads up to drink. They caught each other and cheered each other. The excited sailors brought out a musical instrument and the accordion played cheerful music. , Attracted many applause.

Joan and Drake exchanged happily, toasting frequently, and the two exchanged their experiences.

"Oh? There are a lot of valuable things in the terrestrial demon world, but I still prefer the sea."

"Ah, by the way, there may be huge octopus here. The tentacles are grilled and taste great. I really want to meet it."

"Sister-in-law's lucky level said such things, isn't this definitely going to happen?"

The sailors were noisy, and the bald mate Jason with a scar face grabbed Roland's shoulder and said provocatively:

"Hey, guardian spirit brother, just watching his girlfriend drink, isn't it?"

"Girl, girlfriend?! No, I, I'm not..."

Jeanne, who heard the words next to Roland, turned her head in a panic, perhaps because of the wine, perhaps because of other things, anyway, the holy and beautiful face of the saint who turned around was already blushing at this time.

"Oh? Could it be...Oh, forget what I just said."

Jason had an apologetic expression that accidentally pierced the girl's heart, he clamped Roland, who had not yet reacted, toasted to him.

"So, can you start talking with the men?"

"Roar? Fighting with the etheric body of me, don't you know that the food entering my body is burned to ashes by the magic flame?"

"This wine is mixed with a small amount of magic elements. If you drink too much, it is a good thing that even ghosts can get drunk. How about brother, dare you try it?"

"Oh? Of course it is, happy to be with you!"

The retired old general couldn't help but go into battle under the provocation of Jason's words and eyes. He remembered the booze after a big victory, and when Jason greeted him, the crowd also surrounded him.

"Hey! Attention! The opponent is the guardian spirit brother of the etheric body. The limit is ten. Who signs up?"

"I!"

"And me! I'm actually with such a good-character saint every day, tusk!"

"Yeah, yeah, damn ah, so envy, I will come too!"

"..."

Sorry, I still have one in my house.

Roland, who had become the target of the public, was violently attacked by the sailors in the long line, while on the other side, Drake looked at the Joan who was paying attention there and laughed.

"Careful, oh, love is so good."

"No, I am not, Lan is just mine, that is, the same feeling as senior..."

The saint’s voice gradually diminished, and the moment Heim’s underworld man reached out from behind her to hold the mistletoe spear appeared in his mind, and this time he was accidentally involved in the demon realm, and Roland appeared in spite of the danger. By her side, there were waves in her heart that she didn't understand.

"Hey? Really not?"

"No, it's not."

The pink-haired sea demon looked down at Jeanne, who was looking down at the wine glass in a vague answer, and raised the corners of his mouth, pretending to say casually: "That's right, that's good for me."

"Hey?"

Jeanne raised her head and looked at the mature woman in front of him with a vigorous and perfect body, a little confused.

"To be honest, what do you say about my man's fate...has been very poor."

Drake raised his eyebrows as if distressed: "After all, there are such rude idiots around him. Good men don't dare to approach them. They are always at sea, but..."

Drake smiled and looked at Roland, who was fighting with the pirates on the barrel.

"That seems to be a good man. He is beautiful and good at swordsmanship. It's not that kind of relationship with you."

She looked at the saint with a stiff complexion and said: "Pirates are all instant happy suitors. It doesn't matter if this kind of good man spends a night, it doesn't matter if he has an etheric body, and he doesn't have any measures... "

"No!"

Joan screamed subconsciously, while Drake suppressed a smile and asked strangely:

"Huh? He doesn't have that kind of relationship with you, right?"

"me......"

The words of denial reached his lips, but he couldn't say it anyway. The blond saint's blushing face showed an expression that didn't know what to do, and Drake finally couldn't help laughing.

"Haha! You are so cute! Just kidding!"

"Hey?"

The pink-haired woman hugged Joan over the wine table, rubbed her hair and said:

"I won't snatch it with you, but the pirates have a saying, the treasure will be taken away by others if you linger?"