My Heroic Life

"Please don't mind. Mr. Roland is really amazing when you talk about living with two girls, ha ha ha...Will one of them become your girlfriend one day?"

"Well..."

The young man rarely answered when he heard these words, but scratched his cheeks and gave out a bitter smile. Morgan shook his body as he was dumbfounded.

"Crack!"

"Huh? What the hell is this sound?"

"...It's nothing, Mr. Roland, you are leaving, then we will see you next time."

"Oh, it's nice to chat with you, then see you next time."

Although he was a little confused, Roland didn't care. He smiled and waved goodbye and walked out of the shop. The door closed, and the witch released the sawdust in her hand and started to gasp.

"Where are the two foxes again!"

Chapter 81 The Wives Lead the Flight

On the outskirts of Paris at night, in front of the European Joint Tribunal Headquarters, in front of the black cross-structured buildings, this place, which was a violent institution in the past, is now a little bit slaughter, and now there are people coming and going.

There is no other reason, just because today is the day when the ministers of the trial courts from all over the country come to report on their duties. The heroes of the guardian side gather in the sanctuary during the day to report their achievements in the past year, and at night in the grand banquet hall in the center of the complex Exchange information with colleagues and listen to the praises of the younger generations.

This is an exchange meeting within the courtroom. Compared with the banquets of the powerful and powerful, it is less gorgeous and vanity, and has a layer of simplicity and heroism. What is especially interesting is the celebrity effect caused by the heroes from various regions.

The first and most eye-catching is the brawny group from Northern Europe. The leader is the local branch minister Beowulf. He is a blond, bruised man with a beast smile. He is strong and unlike humans, even if he is Through the clothes made of wild animal fur, the contours of the muscles can be seen clearly, and behind him are also a group of strong men, each with a big waist and a big smile.

"That is Beowulf's Berserker Legion. It is the main force of the Inquisition. It is composed of apostles with berserk skills. The morale of the war can be called madness, but the rear force is somewhat insufficient. They are responsible."

In the luxury car on the side of the road, Marda and Jeanne were sitting on either side of Roland, introducing him to a team that came to the banquet. The young man nodded while listening, and had a high evaluation of this powerful team.

He continued to observe and found that not far from the strong men's group, there was a team surrounding a tall man with long gray hair. The men were dressed in armors shaped like dragons, with a blue glow from the chest to the right face. Most of the people surrounding him have sharp eyes or are very educated.

"Zie Gefei, the resident branch minister of the German Wyvern Forest, where the two-footed wyverns are as numerous as locusts when they are breeding, and they are suppressed by his dragon slayer army. Because they are facing the flying dragons, he is in the army. There are many archers and magicians, but I am a swordsman."

Roland recalled the memories of his previous life, and looked at the great sword named Barumk behind him. It was his treasure and was a rare large-scale long-range attack among the European Union Heroes.

After all, not all places are like Britain. Everyone has a great sword. This is the only seed of the European Union Light Cannon Great Sword. He cherished his observation for a while before turning away his sight and continuing to look at the next group.

It was a little boy with blue hair and white clothes and glasses. A group of female judges in the court were clamoring around him. He took the notebooks that he handed over, wrote and painted, and then quickly handed them back. , Quite a bit impatient.

"Andersen, an army mage and a part-time writer, generally doesn’t go to the battlefield easily. His skills and treasures have a great effect on the Legion’s warfare. So although a person has no subordinates, his status is very high. By the way, those women seem to be him. Book fans of, are you asking for autographs."

"That's it."

Roland was thinking about how to use this kind of character on the battlefield, when he suddenly saw a pink-haired figure in the crowd, his mouth tilted, and he looked at Astorfo surrounded by the crowd with a headache.

"Um, Afu, you've seen him before. He is the chief of the air defense force responsible for the French air defense. He is often used as the mascot of the Ministry of Defense because of his cute appearance and innocence."

"This bear boy, what do you think about handing over air defense to him?"

Roland asked with a twitching mouth, and Joan whispered in his ear when he saw it, "He usually does not go to work, and the air defense forces will operate as usual. I heard that the biggest role is to let people touch their heads."

Roland heard what he said, this is really a mascot, he sighed helplessly, moved his gaze, and looked at the last large team.

It was a man with black hair and white face wearing silver armor. He had a long sword around his waist. The men around him had no distinctive characteristics, but he could see a strong military temperament.

"Lan, that's Jill, my good friend, and also the French marshal. We were stationed together at the Nine Realms Defense Line before. The troops stationed there are actually mainly to guard against the confederacy. The overall situation is relatively balanced."

Joan pointed to a somewhat dumb man with white face and eyes and said happily. His face was filled with the joy of seeing a friend. Roland was a little surprised to see her happy and laughed.

"Haha, I'll talk to him later."

"The last remaining person, we don't need to introduce it."

Malda looked out the window and gestured to Roland. The man turned his head and found that he was in costume not far away, and Leonardo, holding a staff, was blinking at him through the window.

"This is really unnecessary."

Roland answered dumbfounded. He looked around at the main army commander, the battlefield buff adjunct and the head of the intelligence department in the courtroom. These people plus Edmond who was still helping him with underground work, was the current courtroom. The power of it.

It has to be said that this is a powerful force. It is no less inferior to Britain, which is known as a heroic power on the other side of the strait. More importantly, the Tribunal can mobilize nearly 500,000 troops, which is more than twice the number of British apostles. Although the quality of soldiers is slightly inferior to that of Britain, which has been fighting for many years, its strong military background is enough to make it proud of Europe.

Roland suddenly felt a little bit emotional. After many years, the trial court has grown to this point. It is no longer a child that needs to be looked after by itself. Now it is a behemoth and has enough strength to fight against any enemy. The former sacrificed companions will also smile at Jiuquan.

"Then finally, it's up to us."

Malda looked at Joan of Arc beside Roland, the blond saint nodded, and the two girls who seemed to be rivals reached an agreement with their eyes.

Today is the first time Roland has appeared in public. No matter how awkward the two were at home, at least tonight, they must not make a man ashamed.

The door of the limousine opened, and Jeanne, with long golden hair in a black dress, stepped out of the door first, followed by Marda with long blue hair in a white dress.

The appearance of the two beauties immediately attracted the attention of everyone present. They are also the most beautiful women. The atmosphere of Joan of Arc is firm and upright, and Malda feels stable and generous. Two girls of different temperaments stand side by side and share the same beauty. Not giving way to each other.

The crowd sighed, and the old part of the two men began to move around. They just wanted to get closer, but found that the opened car door had not been closed. There seemed to be people behind, as if to confirm their thoughts, Joan of Arc and Marda were in front of the car door. Without moving forward, they turned their heads together and looked into the car with a smile and stretched out their hands.

"you guys......"

The handsome young man in a suit smiled bitterly at the girls who stood up for him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes again, he was the pupil of gold.

I can't make you shame, he thought so and stepped out of the car.

The moment the man appeared, it was like ripples on the calm water surface, and everyone present felt the heartstrings move. Human principles seemed to be sacred at this moment, and the ears seemed to play a hymn.

With long black silk hair, golden eyes with a touch of majesty and warmth, the ether around his body dances like a butterfly, magic waves surround him like water, he holds the hands of two girls, one black and one white. A smile appeared from the corner of his mouth.

"Then, let's go."

Chapter 82 Coping Freely

In the magnificent grand banquet hall, judges with different costumes were chatting in groups, performing a strange scenery completely different from other powerful banquets.

Although there are many people wearing dresses and long skirts like ordinary dinner parties, there are always some aliens in the crowd, such as dragon blood, large fur cloaks, five cm thick steel plates on the chest, and the back. Two-meter-high heavy tower shield, if outsiders come in, they might mistake it for the masquerade scene.

But for judges like this year after year, this is not a problem. It is rare for colleagues from all over the country to meet once, and there is always more to say. But this banquet, the most popular one is undoubtedly the black hair. The center of the venue where the youth is located.

"Hey, you guy looks very strong, do you want to give it a try?"

The sturdy Beowulf took Roland's shoulders like a bear, and he was very familiar with the proposal of exchanges.

The sensation caused when Roland got off the car made him interested. As the boss of the Berserker Legion, Beowulf was delighted by the hunt, and he walked straight to the banquet and offered an invitation straight away.

"It's a man to fight as much as you want, what do you think? I will eat dragon meat no matter if I win or lose."

Roland smiled bitterly at Beowulf's warlike and heroic smile. Before she came, she had heard Malda mention that Beowulf was a fighting freak, but she didn't expect that the moment she met was a date.He quietly waved to Marda, who was looking at this side and wanted to come over to relieve the siege, and then said with a smile:

"I accept, I also wanted to make friends with Mr. Beowulf, it seems appropriate to communicate with each other, and I am looking forward to roasting dragon meat."