My Heroic Life

"Oh, you guys are a nice guy, he's very happy with my appetite, ok, that's it."

After so many years of challenge, the man who had few responders was overjoyed. He patted Roland on the shoulder, fixed the time and place, and ran to eat meat, but Beowulf left, but someone else took over.

"Hello, I'm Ziegfei, it's an honor to meet you."

"I'm Roland, it's an honor to meet you."

The tall gray-haired man approached and bowed slightly to Roland. He introduced himself with a serious face, and then he said nothing serious on his face. After waiting for a while, Roland asked strangely: "That, Is there anything wrong with Mr. Siegfried?"

"Sorry, I'm not very good at words."

Qi Gefei apologized so distressed when he heard the words. In fact, he just wanted to make a good relationship on behalf of the Dragon Slayer Legion. The problem was that when he came to the person, he was very taciturn and didn't know what to say.

"Oh, it doesn't matter, Mr. Siegfried is stationed in the Flying Dragon Forest, right? I remember the breeding period of flying dragons there..."

When Roland saw this, he started the topic first, he thought about it, picked the monster that Ziegfei was more familiar with as the starting point, and began to lead him to chat.

"The breeding period of flying dragons in the Demon Territory has been shortened, two days less than when I first left. I suspect it is the result of the suppression of forest power."

"Oh? There is such a thing."

As a world-renowned dragon slayer, Zigefei brought a group of fierce men who gnawed dragon legs every day. He couldn't be more clear about the habits of dragon monsters. When it came to this aspect, he had a rare exchange of answers. The two started halfway through. Contrastive interviews with dragon monsters over the past century.

The people around them all looked at them with surprise when they saw Ziegfei, who was usually taciturn like a wood, chatting with the youth, and the archers and magicians of the Dragon Slayer Legion were also shocked.

"Big brother actually talked so smoothly with the first time you met? Is it a miracle?"

"It's very rare. Big brother can also make friends."

In the sighs of his subordinates, Ziegfei talked to Roland for a long time, until the tall gray-haired man noticed the gaze of the nearby people, and he was surprised.

"Sorry, Roland, I seem to take up too much of your time."

Ziegfei, who has quickly become acquainted with the youth, apologized for his somewhat rude behavior at the banquet. Roland had a good impression of this taciturn man, and reached out and shook hands with him: "It's okay, I'm very happy, so I have a chance next Let's talk again."

"Well, definitely."

The serious Ziegfei said goodbye with a rare smile. He stepped away, and the person who succeeded came forward.

"Hello, I am Joan of Arc's comrade, you can call me Jill."

Roland looked at the white-faced man in front of him, and immediately remembered the introduction of the blonde girl in the car. More than that, Roland also had his impression in the memory of his previous life. He remembered that he was a little brother of Joan. He had a deep understanding of Joan. Obsession is not something like love but a kind of reverence. I always feel that the blond saint has almost become his faith.

The chat with Jill is very formulaic. As a nobleman, he will not be as true as Beowulf, nor will he be as taciturn as Ziegfeld. The two just communicated without touching any major issues, and by the way, they went far away together. The besieged Joan waved hello.

"Well, do you like to read?"

"I have the habit of reading, and I read about military knowledge and other books."

"Oh, that's good, just don't look at the jumble."

"?"

Jill was a little confused, but didn't think deeply. The two chatted for a while, and the Marshal took the lead:

"Then, I will leave for the moment and wish you a wonderful night."

Jill pinched neither long nor short time at the noble banquet to end the topic, and left politely. Roland was also smiling. Although the exchange between the two was far less obvious than that of Beowulf and Ziegfei, the youth did not. Don't worry...Who would let Joan in his hand?

"Oh, you are Roland. There are stories in my novels where you are the protagonist."

After Jill left, a little boy with blue hair came oncoming, but even though it looked like this, Andersen, who looked like a child, was already an uncle, but he looked like a young boy.

"Mr. Andersen, it's nice to meet you, and very happy that you can write a story for me."

"Where and where, Lord Roland's stories sell well. As a writer, I like you very much, in terms of bestsellers."

The world-weary Andersen said with a smile, and began to have a completely different style of communication with Roland. During the conversation, Roland discovered that this little man seemed to be full of self-loathing and was extremely pessimistic about the future.

"No matter how much you struggle, the final outcome will be killed by those mysterious worshipers."

"No, I won't let this happen." Roland looked down at the pessimistic writer and said, "As long as I'm still alive."

"..." Andersen looked at the man's steadfast eyes and the rare non-venomous tongues, and he said in a speechless voice: "Then you can come on, you are almost done, I am going to rush the manuscript."

The little Zhengtai left this sentence and walked away. Roland looked at no one nearby before coming up to talk to him and was relieved, but heard someone calling behind him.

"Mr. Roland, the Chief Judge Frank wants to see you."

Chapter Eighty-Three

Is it finally coming?

Roland couldn't help but sink when he listened to this similar summons. According to common sense, it should be Frank, who is a younger generation, who came to see him in person. Now, in this form, it clearly shows Roland’s number one. The seven successors resisted him.

This is also the reason why the banquet has been so far, and the heroes who come to meet and chat with Roland are all heroic spirits. These heroic spirits who guard one party are powerful and do not need to take into account the face of the chief judge, but most of the other people in the banquet hall can't. They had been on the sidelines before, wanting to see how the relationship between the two parties was. Now that the results have come out, many people are relieved that they haven't gotten involved with Roland.

Roland stood on the ground listening to the judge in front of him with a smile, but he didn't mean to move at all. According to his previous temper, he pulled out the bastards sitting next to the banquet room and beat them up. Taking into account many factors and the people around him now, Roland was not so impulsive.

But he was not so impulsive, others did. They kept watching Roland's side of Joan of Arc and Malda at the same time igniting anger at the same time. They walked out of the crowd, blocking in front of Roland from the left and the right.

"After many years, the founder of the trial court, the once hero, Mr. Roland, has returned. This is an exciting good thing and an unprecedented special situation. It is inevitable that the response will be wrong."

Malda smiled and said to the summoned man: "Although the Chief Judge Frank is now the chief commander of the trial court, he is definitely not a person who treated his predecessors so rudely. Am I right?"

"This, this..."

"As Malda said, I also think there is something wrong with this move. Please go back and explain to Mr. Frank."

Jeanne, who is not very good at acting, said with a cold and resolute expression. He stood on Roland's side with a clear-cut stand. The man who came to summoned him to see the two very high-ranking saints standing opposite, and he seemed a bit dilemma.

Neither he nor the other judges present at the scene expected that this long-haired young man, a hero of the past, would be so protected by two powerful and highly respected saints, and he did not know the close relationship between the three. The crowd suddenly started talking.

The matter has thus reached a stalemate. If Roland only represented one person before, then now the two saints who support him represent the power of the Holy See in the trial court. The change from individual to group is so sudden that many people think before. The speaker chose to wait and see.

One side is two saints holding real power, and the other is the justice chief judge. Which side will give in first?

Beowulf was eating meat, Ziegfried frowned, Jill, who stood in the forefront when he saw Joan, looked towards this side, and Leonardo, who was watching in the crowd, already wanted to enter.

Just as everyone was speculating, when the four people present confronted each other, a new force suddenly joined before Leonardo and broke the deadlock.

Walking out of the crowd was an old man with a gray beard leaning on an expensive cane inlaid with precious stones. Although he was old, his waist was straight, like a sharp sword out of its sheath and a soldier on the battlefield.

The booming sound of the stick hitting the ground caught Roland's attention. He turned his head to look at the coming old man, then his eyes widened.

"you are!"

"It seems you recognize me, my lord!"