My Heroic Life

Roland looked at Joan with a serious face, and the saint gradually became serious when she saw this. She temporarily put aside to think about what Roland had said before and talked about what happened before Roland's arrival.

After some conversation, Roland learned that the magical realm broke out again during a rescue mission one day ago. She and several apostles were involved in it. After the thick fog covered them, Jeanne took the lead and broke through. When they rushed out of the dense fog, what they saw was not the rescue center of the court, but the bay town in the central area.

"Wait, you mean you ran out but got inside? Isn't it really the wrong direction?"

"The direction is correct. The magician in the team, my enlightenment skills, including everyone's sense of direction, are all pointing there. After that, we also tried to rush out of the dense fog several times, but each time we returned to the town. ."

"...That's why no one came out, what's in the town?"

"Zombies, ghosts, skeletons, there are no survivors in the central area."

Joan said sadly: "We have been to the branch of the Tribunal at the border of the Demon Realm. It has been destroyed, and there are traces of large ghosts passing by."

"In groups?"

"Well, there are at least two digits. There are several large ghost remains near Jett's body."

"That's it, then you also fell asleep because of fighting the Great Ghost?"

"No, what we encountered was a sea dragon in the Demon Realm."

"Hailong?"

Roland frowned in confusion. In Joan’s explanation, they encountered a sea dragon group near the branch. Several apostles died in battle. Joan fought with the sea dragon. During the battle, the weapon was inserted into the sea dragon body and dragged into the deep sea. In the district, the saint who killed the sea dragon after a bitter battle was floating and resting. She shot out the magic flares of the court to observe the sea area, but was accidentally discovered and rescued by Drake and others.

The exhausted saint was arranged by Drake for a short rest in the small bedroom of the captain's room, and then Roland arrived.

After the two exchanged information, no one spoke in the room for a while. Roland was silent for a long time and decided to discuss with Drake together with Joan. After all, the two are now on the Golden Deer. As the saying goes, they are in the same boat, so the intelligence is naturally not hidden. The truth of Drake.

"Oh? In good spirits? I thought you were going to sleep for a while."

In the captain's room, the pink-haired woman looked at the two who walked in and smiled. She observed the pace of Joan, then approached her, pulled the blond girl aside and asked, "How did you feel last night?"

"Hey? No, we, we don't..."

Joan's face suddenly became embarrassed, and Drake shook his hands, and Drake laughed.

"Haha, okay, I won't ask any more, then what is the purpose of Master Saint coming here?"

"This time I want to discuss with you about the Demon Realm, the captain."

Roland took a step forward and said first, Drake's eyes widened unexpectedly. The three had a long conversation, and Drake nodded and said: "So that's the case, I know the situation is similar to yours."

Drake said distressedly: "We were at sea at the time of the incident and decided to return due to the heavy fog. But when we returned to the bay two days later, the Tribunal branch had been destroyed and the town was full of monsters. If we can’t go out, we can only return to the sea in desperation. At least it’s safer for us and there is enough food.”

"That's it."

"So, the two of the rescue team, is there any way to save our desperadoes who robbed us of money?"

Drake laughed at himself and asked, Roland and Joan looked at each other and nodded towards Drake.

"There is a way."

Roland informed Drake of Joan's apocalyptic skills, and the latter sighed over this versatile magical skill.

"It's amazing, isn't this a universal navigator? It's amazing, how about you just stay and be my navigator?"

Drake hugged Joan, who was grinning bitterly, arguing, but Roland was not as optimistic as the two of them, he was still thinking heavily.

The enclosed demon realm and the sudden addition of different types of monsters seemed to be very similar to a situation in the huge knowledge he had obtained.

After Roland's thoughts, the information exchange was completed, and the process of formulating the plan was very simple. Joan started her apocalyptic skills to point out the direction for Drake with the goal of leaving the devil, and Drake immediately adjusted the course and set sail.

There was some progress at the beginning of the new day. To be honest, this made Roland breathe a sigh of relief. After all, the disappearance of the saint had too much impact. The court can still hide it from day to day. After a long time, people will definitely suspect. .

No way, Joan of Arc's popularity is too high. Roland was amazed by the power of brushing his headlines when he was a little bit turbulent. He felt that he was not so popular when he was the presiding judge, but the media was not so developed at that time. .

Having to take her away as soon as possible, Roland reconfirmed the goal in his heart, and then looked towards the sea.

The sea was still densely foggy at this time, even in the daytime, there was not much relief, only the Golden Deer, which was familiar with the sea and the ship was still a treasure, dared to set sail in this weather.

As for the pirates, their day starts with the deck.

"A guy who can't even get up to drink, dare to say that he is a man? Give me a hard brush!"

"It's true that we are not a man compared to the big sister."

"It's better to say that the big sister is too man."

"What are you talking about?"

"It's okay! Come on, guys!"

Jason took the lead and rubbed the deck with the brush, and Roland had nothing to do to observe the spoils he had robbed of the ghost ship.

Two large boxes of gold coins, a lantern that burns with soul as oil dropped by the ghost after death, cursed entangled skull bones, and a mess of various other metal debris. These things were put in the captain’s room yesterday and had no time to clean up. The sailors on the shift moved into the storage compartment on the lower deck of the ship.

Roland looked at the body material of the monster that exuded a strong curse and twitched his face. God knows how these apostles are so bold. The courts of these things generally adopt isolation measures, but these pirates are directly involved, with fierce bones in them. With pig bones in between, ghost lanterns?Isn't the lantern carried?

"Is this to exercise immunity?"

Roland muttered strangely. He looked at Joan next to him. Before the two of them met their eyes, the blond saint immediately turned to look away, leaving Roland with a flushed face.

"..."

Roland's gaze shifted with a wry smile, and it seemed that the serious discussion had ended. Jeanne had already reacted to the silly rhetoric in the morning. She is now in a period when Roland dared not even look at Roland's face after sharing a bed.

It's so cute, but...

Roland sighed. How could he fail to see how good Joan was about him, after all, Roland felt that he was still very imposing at the moment when the coffin was unveiled, and probably left a good impression on the girl.

But so what?In Roland’s view, it was, in the final analysis, just a moment of brilliance created by some impression bonuses under the theme of heroes saving the United States, especially for the fierce and incompetent spirit of Joan of Arc. So far, I have never experienced the feeling of being saved or protected.

This is really normal. Roland has seen many such low-level heroic women decades ago. They have a strong strength but a fragile heart that is inconsistent with it. Even if they are as strong as Elisa, they were first in the year. Killed dozens of cultists at a time, and collapsed when standing in a room covered with blood, intestines and brains. After crying in Roland's arms, he bit a row of teeth marks.

It can be seen from this that the easiest way to defeat a hero is actually to crush their souls. No matter how hard the shell is, there are tender spots. As for Joan, in fact, her heart is already very strong, probably only between life and death. That moment of helplessness can make her appear flaws.

Then this flaw in her heart was topped by Roland at the time, so she would more or less care about Roland in her heart, and even the speed of getting close was faster than that of Marda who was living together.

However, it seemed to Roland that this was only temporary. Gradually, she would find that the hero in her mind to save her was not what she thought. Roland was not a big pursuit, especially in those forty-nine years. After the predecessor Li Dusk squeezed the hearts of all the bastards with one hand, or in other words, after Anna died.

"Ugh."

The young man sighed. In fact, after this month of life, Roland had already had the illusion that he had in his previous life forty-nine years ago. Therefore, sometimes he gets along with the two saints from the heart, but every night. When people are in the room, he will always think of that figure involuntarily, even in dreams.

He looked at Joan next to him and realized that he could not always refuse her approach. Part of the reason was that she was too similar to Anna, but because of this, he might not be able to accept her.

When you see it, you will think of another person. This is a torture for Roland and an insult to Jeanne.