My Heroic Life

"Me? There are still these guys here who need my care. I'm sorry I can't accompany you anymore."

Drake smiled and apologized, but Roland's face was even heavier.

"Take care of them? But how long can you take care of?"

"You, what are you talking about? I was also active in this sea area..."

"Drake, how about let me taste your wine?"

"..."

"You were drinking in the conversation just now. It's too abnormal. It's not wine but a potion? Use the treasure to open this kind of barrier that isolates most of the dead for so long. Can't help it?"

"...What about it? You are too kind, right? This is my own problem, right?"

Drake turned his head to an expressionless retort, and Roland nodded when he heard this.

"Indeed, I am not qualified to interrupt your choice, but..."

He turned his head and looked at a shadow coming out of the deck:

"They probably won't agree."

Chapter 52 The Sorrow of the Survivors

Drake looked at Jason and others walking out of the cabin, his eyes widened, then turned his head and grabbed Roland by the collar angrily.

"you!"

Angrily, Drake took out his gun and put it on Roland's forehead, and the sailors behind him became nervous when he saw this.

"Sister! Don't be impulsive!"

"Captain, put down your gun first."

"Yeah, brother is not malicious."

Roland looked calmly at Drake's red eyes, and said faintly: "You can shoot. With my etheric body, shooting can't be killed. If this can calm my anger to pierce your lies. If you do, you can grab it."

Drake panted and looked at Roland's calm face. From the black pupils, he could see that what he said was true. Her hand holding the gun gradually trembled, and finally dropped weakly.

"Forget it, I'm tired."

She leaned on the golden rudder, looking at the deck and drinking, the sailors in front of her finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"As I said before, I will send you to that island. The rest is up to you."

"Sister, I have something to say about this."

"To shut up!"

Drake yelled at the first officer Jason who walked forward, but the latter didn't mean to shrink at all.

"Sister, we have all heard what you said. To be honest, I myself have vaguely felt something wrong recently... forget it."

Jason had a wry smile on his scarred face, but Drake had no intention of agreeing.

"Jason, you bastard forgot that you have a family? Are you someone who can die casually?"

"I haven't forgotten, but if you want me to drag the benefactor's eldest sister, then I feel better to die honestly."

"Jason, you can understand what you have heard." Drake stepped forward and grabbed his neckline and pulled his head down and said, "This is not a problem of you alone, it is a problem of the entire ship. You can't represent it. other people!"

"Indeed." Jason said with a wry smile: "But eldest sister, how about looking forward?"

"What?" Drake frowned and looked behind Jason. At this time, the deck was full of people. A famous sailor passed something with each other's eyes, and then bowed slightly.

"Sister! Forget it!"

"We pirates of the Devil Realm are in the business of licking blood, and we can't blame others if we die, let alone take our big sister in."

"Eldest sister, I didn't agree with crying, we are not so afraid of death yet."

"The man on the Golden Deer, how can you be afraid of death, Captain, don't embarrass yourself anymore."

Drake looked at the crew members who made loud requests to her, with tears in his eyes and stepped back.

"You, you..."

"Big sister head."

Jason wiped the tears from his eyes with his arm and bowed his head like everyone else.

"Don't let us die, don't worry, please let us rest in peace."

"You idiots..."

Drake stepped back under the prayer of Jason and others, her body was blocked by the golden rudder, her face was twisted, and finally she lowered her head and started to sob.

"Asshole! Asshole!"

She yelled and shed tears. Drake himself couldn't remember when the last time she cried, and seeing her like this, the sailors couldn't help but flush.

Roland looked at this scene and his eyes were straight, as if he was back in the era of wars. He looked at Drake and knew exactly how she felt now.

Pain, reluctance, despair, regret.

Yes, this is the end of those of us who are left behind.

Roland stood on the side with a gray face, but what he didn't know was that the blond saint had already approached him from the side, and the apostles in the cabin had already walked onto the deck. As a hero, how could she not notice.

With a general understanding of the situation, she stepped forward to walk to Roland's side, but immediately keenly noticed that the man's emotions were wrong.

An ordinary girl probably can’t understand Roland, but Joan, who is a soldier and has been stationed on the front line for several years, is somewhat familiar with the state of men. She stood and thought for a while, and immediately thought of the survivors who had returned alone on the battlefield. .

The saint recalled what Eliza said when she was in the Pope’s Palace. The Pope once entrusted the two to protect Roland. Joan once thought that this was just a rhetoric. After all, unlike Malda, she had seen Roland’s power and treatment. How could a brutal man whose enemy is like a rumored tyrant need her protection?

But now, Joan understands that even if he has countless brilliant titles, even if his strength is almost unmatched, Roland is still a human being no different from Joan. He has feelings, will be sad and lost, will be sad and painful. , His heart is broken, and this is where Alisha is worried.

Between the lightning and flint, the girl quickly stepped forward and held Roland's hand as if she was already in another world.

The young man's eyes slowly focused under the action of the young girl. He turned to look at Joan of Arc beside him. The blond young girl said to him firmly with some sadness on her face:

"Lan, I am here."

"!"

Roland's eyes widened for an instant, and he was a little surprised that his thoughts were seen through. He felt the warmth in his hands, and his face was a bit ugly and wry smile.