My Heroic Life

At least not sleeping together!

"Ok."

Joan nodded obediently. While Roland turned her back, she unloaded her gear, untied her hair, took off her coat, and looked at the man's back in the quilt for a while before she said, "Lan, it's all right."

After hearing the words, Luo Lan breathed a sigh of relief. The torture of listening to the saint's undress finally ended. He turned his head and walked to the chair beside the bed to sit down, and the two became silent.

What should I say at this time?

Roland looked at the wooden wall annoyed, but Joan was more worried.

Oh, how should I explain the pregnancy!

The saint still didn't know what happened last night. Roland had forgotten most of them. The two of them had their own troubles and thought to themselves. The room remained silent. After nearly five minutes passed, Roland finally couldn't bear the embarrassing atmosphere.

"Well, everyone on the Golden Deer is pretty good."

"Uh, uh! Indeed, Captain Drake is kind to us."

"Yes, although he is a woman, he is a bold person, hahaha."

"Indeed, he is really a good person, hahaha."

""Hahahahahaha.""

""...""

Wow, awkward, what kind of ghost conversation is this.

Me, what am I talking about.

The two of them complained about their own uselessness in their hearts. Roland scratched his head in annoyance, relaxed as if accepting his fate, and talked about his purpose.

"Jan of Arc, you must go back as soon as possible from the trial court. Tomorrow you will find the right direction and ask Drake to move forward at full speed."

"oh, I understand now."

"Too much happened in the past two days, I haven't found any clues yet, have you found anything, Jeanne?"

"Find it? I do feel a bit, but it's far from the level of discovery."

"Huh? Is it a sense of disobedience? Anything is fine, right?"

Encouraged by Roland, Joan hesitated for a moment and said:

"I always feel that everyone is not in a hurry to leave here."

Chapter 49 The Family Has a Girlfriend

"Don't you leave in a hurry?"

Roland listened to Joan of Arc and recalled the actions of the rough guys on the Golden Deer. After thinking about the banquet these two days, Roland couldn't help but smile.

"Maybe this is the pace of life of pirates, there are almost more banquets than dinners."

"Well, I always feel that we are always fighting since we came, but the results are very smooth, this is better than anything."

"Those guys have a lot of nerves, and they face the sea every day, maybe it makes them numb, in their opinion, it may not be much different from ordinary demon realms."

"Hehe, maybe it is."

Joan laughed at the carefree look of the sailors. Roland smiled and asked:

"Then, our Lord Saint, is it better?"

"Well, much better."

"It's time to sleep, take a rest, you are in a normal body, and you need to have a regular schedule..."

"Obviously, I wake up Roland every day."

"Uh, good night anyway."

"OK, good night."

Roland moved the chair to sleep against the wall, and Joan on the bed gradually closed his eyes as he watched his back.

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The next morning, Roland and Jeanne ate some bread for breakfast, and went to find Drake to re-adjust their course and set off. The pink-haired woman patted the plump breasts, as if wrapped around me, immediately Order to set sail.

The sails of the Golden Deer were full, and the oncoming sea breeze seemed to be stronger under full speed. Joan and Roland felt relieved when they saw this. They believed that they would be able to reach the exit of this sea area at this speed.

However, the facts are completely contrary to imagination.

Two days later.

"Target mast or sail! Shoot!"

"Boom bang bang!"

The neat shelling sounded the ship sideways, and the golden beam of light ran across the sky and burned the sails of the ghost ship not far away. The speed of the ghost ship that lost its power dropped sharply, and the Golden Deer took the opportunity to speed up the voyage and flung away. distance.

"Tsk."

Roland watched his feet shrink into a ball of bones that hadn't had time to unfold, and it was a kick, and the skeleton flew to the sky and turned into black spots under a vigorous volley.Joan stood by and watched Roland, who was obviously in a bad mood and vented his "people" with a wry smile.

By the way, as a child who grew up in a French country, Joan is also quite good. Although he can't reach the level of a Spanish international on the Golden Deer, he is more than enough compared to Roland.

"These annoying ghosts, how many times are these?"

Roland muttered angrily, and Joan also let out a helpless sigh.

It's been four days since we arrived on the Golden Deer. Since sailing at full speed, the Golden Deer has encountered seven or eight waves of ghost ships. The frequent battles have greatly slowed down the sailing speed, but Roland was helpless.

Outside there was still the thick fog and the sea that had not changed. The people on the boat may have long been used to not feeling anxious, but Roland could roughly guess the reaction of the outside.

Unlike the pirates on the Golden Deer that no one cares about, there is a saint who can be called a national idol by his side, who has disappeared for four days. Even if there is Da Vinci's information control, things may have been hidden. If the saint also disappears in Kolmerach Bay, the trial court will face unimaginable pressure.

More importantly, the saint in the family may have been fidgeting. Her artificial human body did not eat or drink for four days. Even if it had magical relief, it would reach its limit. Roland's consciousness must return once tonight.

But what did you say when you went back?Oh, I spent four days at sea with Joan. The main things I did were drinking, playing football, grilling octopus?After hearing this, Malda had a good temper, and she would probably beat Roland into a meatloaf.

"I'm so difficult."

Roland rubbed his brows and murmured to himself, this sea magic realm that he had never encountered before really made him a little helpless. In desperation, he could only get out of the cabin for dinner with Jeanne to comfort his tired heart.

"When will this octopus eat?"