My Heroic Life

"I don't remember taking care of you, otherwise..."

Drake choked, Jason and others smiled and comforted:

"Sister, we are pirates."

"Yeah, yeah, take life and death despisely, and only pursue the happiness of an instant. Isn't this the big sister you said?"

The sailors clamored around Drake in front of the rudder. Jason looked at Roland and the others amidst the noise. He looked at the saint leaning on the young man's chest and walked over seriously after thinking for a moment.

"Brother, although I haven't asked, you are probably a big man, right?"

Roland was silent for a moment when he heard the words, and finally spoke without denying:

"Finally."

"Then, can you please help us take care of the big sister a little bit after we leave?"

Roland looked at the tall man in front of him who was about to die. He didn't ask anything, but just nodded. At this time, Joan had already stood up straight and said affirmatively to Jason:

"Don't worry, let us leave the affairs of Captain Drake."

"Thank you."

Jason smiled and thanked him and then walked back to the crowd. The sun has now completely risen above the sea, and the lifelessness in the bodies of the sailors of the Golden Deer began to gradually dissipate. They looked at each other and winked, and finally said together:

"Goodbye, big sister."

"Well, goodbye."

The crew smiled and said goodbye to Drake. The latter responded with a choked voice, and the voice fell. The men fell to the ground and left with a smile, bravely welcoming fate and death.

The noisy deck was immediately cleared, and Drake's body was trembling amidst the sound of the crew falling to the ground. She knelt to the ground after the last sailor fell, smashing the rudder and wept bitterly.

"Damn! Why! Damn!"

On the silent sea, the woman's cries spread far.

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Roland leaned against the wall with his arms folded and looked at Drake, who was crying with his back facing him and Joan of Arc, who was comforting him. The expressions on his face were very ugly.

This scene is really too familiar. Roland looked at Drake, who was kneeling on the deck, as if he had seen himself under the burning sky many years ago. Intermittent cries came into his ears, just like Roland. The mood at this time.

His empathy for Drake is also the reason why he agreed to Jason’s request without hesitation. Drake, who has lost all of his companions, does require a period of care, especially psychologically. Even the heroic spirits cannot be immune to this. Kind of injury.

This task, Joan of Arc, can be very competent. Although it is not long, Drake and Joan of Arc seem to have a good relationship, and the latter met everyone on the Golden Deer. As for Roland, although the conditions are the same , But as soon as he reviewed his experience of comforting women for so many years, he felt a little problematic.

Comforting and comforting, just...well.

Roland looked at Drake, who had almost stabilized after a long time, and stepped forward.

"Drake, would you like to act with Joan for a while in the next period of time?"

Drake, whose tears were still wet on his face, raised his head and was taken aback when he saw Roland's similarly sad face, and then asked, "What do you mean?"

"This Colmerach Bay incident has become a major European joint case. The trial court has suffered heavy casualties here. As a survivor, the next series of investigations are inevitable. This is very troublesome for you who are not European United Nations citizens. Right."

"Interrogation?"

Drake looked a little ugly, and neither promised nor rebutted. The destruction of the Trial Chamber branch was very serious. She was already prepared to be implicated. In fact, if she hadn't met with Jeanne and Roland, she would have already The sail has left the European Union Sea.

"Don't worry, with Joan and I, no one can judge you. Jason asked me before leaving. I will naturally get things done. Besides..."

Roland looked down at the dead crew members on the ground.

"Although sea burials are also good, but I want to condense their bodies in the name of friendly forces, classify them as the dead of our army's supernumerary war, and then become our nationality."

"What? Are you thinking..."

"Yes, I will find a way to bring their family to the European Union, and it will be considered as fulfilling their last wish."

"But, can this kind of thing work?"

"There is nothing wrong. They did help us fight bloody battles with the family members of the sect priest Hestaya, and without your help, we could not find Hestaya, let alone defeat the false gods."

Roland looked back and saw Drake staring at him for a moment, then added:

"Oh, don't worry, in Europe, what I said is still useful."

"Mian, cough, what Lan said is true, Drake, you can rest assured."

Joan smiled bitterly on the sidelines, and the pink-haired woman looked at Roland for a while and nodded slowly.

"It's almost time, I should go back."

When Roland said this to Jeanne, the blonde girl nodded in understanding.

The blockade of the magic mirror has been unlocked, and it is believed that the search team in the trial court will enter soon, and Roland, who cannot explain his identity and how to enter, will be in trouble.

"Then I'm leaving."

"and many more!"

Roland waved goodbye with his back to the two of them, but was called by Drake. He turned his head and found that the latter was looking at him seriously and asked, "Are you the Roland?"

Chapter 64—The Price of Courage

"Oh? You guessed it?"

Roland asked in surprise, Drake heard this:

"The reasoning is not just your expertise, the name, the hair color, the guardian spirit, the attitude of Joan of Arc, the influence on the European Union, the most important thing is..."

Drake felt the crystallization of courage in his body, saying:

"I've heard people mention this power."

Roland's pupils shrank when he heard the words, and asked a little surprised: "From where?"

"Bruce, the president of the Southwest Shipbuilding Federation, a subordinate hero."

"...Really." Roland was silent for a moment, gradually showing a smile on his face.

"Isn't it nice to be fucked, that brat who fishes."

He said nostalgic, and then said in Drake's unbelievable gaze: "The Seed of Courage is with you, and we will see you sooner or later."

"I will leave the rest to you, Jeanne."