My Heroic Life

The confederate forces that have been hostile to Joan for many years should have known about this. But why are they carrying out such activities as reversing Joan? They are not afraid that the power of the heroic spirit in Joan of Arc will suppress the gods. Blood, causing the consequences of not worth the loss?

There must be a late move, but where is the late move, and in what way?

Roland thought hard but didn't have a clue. He had too little information, and it was difficult to figure out anything. He looked at the emergency room. Jeanne had been pushed into the intensive care unit. As a man, he naturally couldn't get in. .

"I went inside to accompany her. I have miracle skills and should be able to help."

Marda left this sentence and left to take care of Joan. Roland wandered around the emergency room for a while before returning to the hot springs by himself. He looked gloomy in the room and thought about it all afternoon until dusk. At that time, he was sitting at the large office desk, waiting for his guests.

The first visit was Dion, dressed in a maid costume. The lady's spy with long blonde hair walked into the door and glanced at the man whose body was motionless in the afterglow of the setting sun without turning on the light. He first greeted him, and then immediately reported without greetings. The latest intelligence news.

"You mean everyone on this list has something to do with the protest march?"

"Yes, more than that. Many high-ranking officials in the trial court have made strange movements recently. The guesses made from my experience are at the end of the list. Please watch them carefully."

With limited time, Dion went to perform the task again after saying so. Roland looked at the summary at the end of the list according to his words. As he read, the man's complexion had passed the gloomy stage and gradually transformed into a murderous calm.

He held the letter in this way until the sunset completely fell, and the sun disappeared and the room was dark. When the footsteps of leather shoes echoed in the corridor, he put down the letter and raised his head to look at the second investigator he commissioned.

"You seem to have been enveloped by the flames of anger, but unfortunately, I don't have any good news for you. This time it is a conspiracy from sinners."

Edmund, in a dark green suit, said so, passing a black letter to the young man behind the desk with magic.

"Although the evidence is not sufficient, the ugly faces of the sinners have begun to be revealed, and the time for the gate of hell to open is not far away, hahahahaha."

Edmond seemed to be satisfied with his investigation. Amidst his laughter, Roland opened the letter and began to scan, then his expression changed.

"Is your investigation so wide? Even the intelligence of the Holy See and other countries can be found by you."

"Dreams don't distinguish between regions. You can always meet sinners in the city of Yves. Then, what do you plan to do if you know everything?"

"..."

Roland looked at the second letter in his hand with anger burning in his eyes. He leaned back on the chair and closed his eyes and sat motionless, but in Edmond's eyes he looked like a lion with fangs gradually showing before hunting.

"I need your help."

"Oh? My revenge ghost help, hahahaha, let me listen to the content."

The two men in the shadows began to plan. After more than an hour, Edmond left with a big laugh. After reading the report of the two again, Roland felt more serious in his heart. He began to hesitate to use his hands. The last force.

That is undoubtedly a huge help, but the corresponding is also a huge trouble. Just like a person who is about to die of thirst to open a dam, he can solve his thirst, but he has to consider whether he can open the gate. Survive in the rapids.

The man gradually covered a layer of moonlight in his thoughts. He was weighing the pros and cons. The terminal in his hand suddenly flashed light. Roland opened the terminal, and Malda's emotionally out of control face appeared.

"Lan! Joan of Arc has been transferred to the Military Tribunal!"

"what!"

"They said that she has multiple criminal suspicions and needs to be investigated. She has to go to a military court. I jointly named Ziegfei and Beowulf to request that this order be revoked. I don't know how effective it is, Frank that bastard!"

"I understand your feelings, but calm down first! Never do it before you are sure!"

Roland spoke to appease Malda, who was on the verge of running away. After receiving the assurance from the saint, the man hung up the communication, and then the space in the spa began to tremble.

Roland tried his best to calm his breathing. He tremblingly pointed his finger to the terminal on his wrist, and said with awe-inspiring killing intent: "William, I changed my mind."

Chapter 96 I am with you

Bruce tightened the coarse cloth on his body. The temperature in Paris was not high at the end of the year. It was indeed a little thinner in a single shirt that was about to enter the winter night, especially when it was still raining.

The sunset is over, the dusk has passed, the sky is overcast with clouds, the gloomy sky is unpleasant with the biting cold wind, the pedestrians coming and going on the street are much less, and the cold raindrops fall from the sky. Hit Bruce's black umbrella, splashing water drops on his feet.

Bruce took a deep breath, the magic element in the air was sucked into his body by his long breath, and then burned like fuel, making his somewhat aging face look bloody again in recent years.

It’s been a long time since he used magic power to move blood so forcefully, and it’s been a long time since he wore such coarse clothes. Over the years, his image is more of wearing expensive costumes made of monster fur, under a bunch of men. The trembling old man was hugged before and after.

But today, tonight, he took off his expensive coat and left many waiters to come alone. He straightened his chest and stepped forward, taking care of himself with great energy, and the good face under the operation of magic power made him A little younger, he walked on the road and looked at himself in the glass on the side of the street, as if he had returned to the cold and solemn military period decades ago.

He nodded in satisfaction, and he was qualified to meet the appearance of that adult. As for the clothes on his body, it was Bruce’s unique obsession. He was going to a place where old people gathered. Although everyone has become famous after so many years, but the temple Before, Bruce always felt ashamed to dress like that.

After all, when he went last time, he was just a kid who joined the army who had fished at home.

The warmth of the body made Bruce no longer need to rub his hands while walking, so he walked a little faster, but unfortunately, the path in his memory has changed a lot, so he can't recognize it anymore.

How many people will be there this time?

Bruce thought while looking at the street sign.

The Knights Templar has not convened all members for half a century. Although everyone knows the name, only Bruce, an old qualification, knows what a loose organization it is.

For fifty years, Bruce has received a task, that is, the establishment of Southwest Shipbuilding Company that year, to hold some maritime powers, waiting to be transferred.Judging from his own understanding, this is not much different from fishing well, and now he has overfulfilled the task.

More than 50% of the monster hunters in the sea area of ​​the Demon Realm are inextricably linked with him, and most of these people are apostles who have not joined the army for various reasons.

Bruce is not an idiot, he naturally knows the hidden meaning of this order, but he not only does not object, but has persisted in completing the task for decades, although for quite some time he has felt that the preparations made in this half of his life may be wasted, but The recent news gave him hope again.

Maybe it's time to get back what I once gave up.

He continued walking like this, the rain gradually heavy, small puddles accumulated on the drainage-like streets, and the leather shoes under his feet gradually became wet. He turned the last corner and finally came again to the temple where he had believed in his life. .

It is a two-story chapel mainly made of wooden materials. The whole is black. The building structure belongs to the old design of the last century. However, due to the careful maintenance, it does not look old. The front of the church There was a chair next to the gate, and a young man with long black hair was sitting on it and reading a book. The chandelier above his head shook in the wind and rain, emitting yellow light.

In the open space in front of the chapel, there are many people holding black umbrellas. Most of them are old people with white temples. Bruce glanced around and estimated that there were about 200 people. Then immediately, like everyone else, they looked To the young man who turned the book quietly while watching the crowd.

Bruce looked at the figure of the man in a daze for a moment. It seemed that he had returned to the day when he was the queen of the army more than sixty years ago, but was abandoned and sent to death. That day the man killed him from the monsters’ corpses. In front of the recruits, his expression calmly said:

"Follow me."

"Oh."

A short command, a silly answer, and then Bruce started following him, which has been with him for decades.

"It's time, then, it's almost these people."

The young man with long black hair put away his books under Bruce's gaze and stood up. Like every time he went on an expedition in the past, he walked to the front of the team and looked around, then nodded.

"I am very happy to see so many familiar faces again."

Starting with this sentence, the man showed a faint smile on his face, and said in the somewhat dazed gaze of Bruce and others: "It's still the old rules, the task is detailed by the head of the team, and now it is to go to William."

Everyone was silent, no one asked questions, but many people couldn't help trembling with excitement, just like before, and when they heard the call, William in the crowd strode forward, and Bruce looked at the guy with his chest up and his head smiling. He smiled, and then turned his attention to the youth again.

"Before this mission begins, I want to say a few words."

The young man at the front said loudly: "I know that some of you have some radical ideas in your mind. I said the ugly words in front. What I need to tell you is that I may not be able to respond to your expectations."

The youth glanced at the dumbfounded knights, and sighed: