I weave fate in parallel time and space

Chapter 413 Come For Peace
"Boom boom boom!"

Early the next morning, there was a knock on Joan's bedroom door.

After a while, a voice came from outside the door.

"Can I come in, Chief?"

However, there was no sound from the bedroom. After a moment, the door was pushed open and Raman walked in. He looked around with some confusion.

Then, he took a step back and stopped a janitor who was cleaning the corridor.

"Hello, may I ask, where is the girl in this room?"

The cleaner looked at the room suspiciously, then shook his head.

"I didn't see anything."

Raman's frown deepened, and he entered Jeanne's room again.

He searched in this room, and soon he found a piece of paper placed on the dressing table on one side of the bedroom.

He picked up the piece of paper. On the paper were the handwritings belonging to Joan of Arc.

She is a village girl who has not read any books and has few opportunities to write, so her handwriting is not very beautiful.

Raman taught her to write when she was in the army, and these handwritings were very familiar to him.

As he gradually read the letter, his face became more and more solemn, and even turned pale in the end.

He took the letter and quickly rushed out of the door and ran to the end of the corridor.

Inside the President's Office.

Tesla, Joseph, President Cartier, and Britannia representative Reilly were all sitting on the sofa in front of the desk, looking solemnly at the letter placed on the coffee table in front of them.

"Did she write this?" Cartier asked.

"Absolutely correct." Raman said with certainty, "It's her handwriting."

Joseph frowned and said, "How did she leave the Elysee Palace?"

"I don't know. I asked everyone inside the palace and the guards on duty 24 hours a day outside. There is no trace of her leaving. We also searched the Elysee Palace and still couldn't find her." Raman continued.

The office fell silent again, and Cartier and Joseph's frown deepened.

At this time, Cartier also said, "Inform the Paris gendarmes and all police officers to search for traces of Joan of Arc throughout Paris. She can't go far. Go to the airship docking station and ask, in the past few hours, Is there any record of an empty boat taking off?”

Raman made no move, and Cartier looked at him doubtfully.

"I've already done all of this," Raman murmured, "I haven't found any trace of her."

"Can a living person suddenly disappear?" Joseph said angrily.

Raman was silent for a while and said, "Maybe."

Hearing this, everyone focused their attention on Raman.

"She does have some powers that cannot be explained by common sense." Raman whispered, "For example, what happened on the battlefield of Verdun."

People fell silent again, but just as the atmosphere in the office gradually solidified, the office was pushed open and a young man in military uniform walked in.

Holding a telegram in his hand, he came straight to Cartier's side and whispered a few words in his ear.

Everyone could see that his pupils shrank to a point at that moment. Then, Cartier quickly reached out and took the telegram from his hand and looked at it carefully.

"This is impossible!" Cartier shouted in confusion.

"What happened?" Joseph asked with a frown.

"Our intelligence system in Berlin discovered traces of Joan of Arc in Berlin." Cartier whispered absentmindedly.

"what!!!?"

Compared with Paris and London, which have thousands of years of history as capitals, Berlin was obviously an inconspicuous city during the long Middle Ages of more than 1000 years.

Therefore, there are no particularly old cultural buildings here, but there are many museums. Compared to St. Petersburg, which is full of pipes and chimneys, this place is obviously more like a city suitable for survival.

People came and went on the streets, pedestrians and carts hurriedly passed by the windows full of clocks and dinner plates.

The streets are well managed and there are no vendors on either side.Although the war in Germany was fierce.

But at first glance, the war atmosphere on the front line did not affect Berlin as the capital.

However, if you stop and look carefully on the street, you will find that most of the people walking on the street are women, and you can also see some men with mutilated limbs walking on the street with crutches.

Some children in rags and dirty clothes were running around on the road where cars were passing by, and no one paid attention to them.

The youngest of these children is not even six years old. They are all children who have lost their parents and are wandering in the city, and the orphanages are already full.

They form gangs in the city and make a living by rummaging through garbage or accepting charity.

A carriage drove slowly through the street, and the sound of wheels rolling was very rhythmic. In the front part of the carriage, a white-haired young man wearing a black coat was holding a horse rope to control the horse.

In the carriage, Joan of Arc sat in her seat, quietly watching everything on the street.

She also obviously noticed those with disabilities and children who had lost their parents.

The same is true for some of the major conscription provinces in West France.

But Germany is different. They not only have to fight the West French people, but also fight Beichen.

Even the capital is like this, let alone the rest of the cities.

If the battle continues, Prussia and Germany will inevitably be defeated, but they have to die on the battlefield because of certain existing interests...

She slowly closed her eyes, and after a moment, she opened them again, with a little more determination in her eyes.

"Have you figured it out?"

There was a sound from in front of the car.

"You still have a chance to turn back now."

Jeanne was silent for a while and then spoke.

"When you found me in the village, I was already dead, right?"

Char didn't respond, and Jeanne's words continued.

"Actually, I also thought about it later. There was no way I could survive such a bombing."

There were some waves in her deep eyes.

"This life exists because of this great mission, and it will end because of this mission. This can be considered a completion."

"Do you hate me?" Xia Ya said.

"How could it be?" Joan of Arc smiled, "Before that, I was just a little village girl. Without your arrival, I would have died as a village girl in an unknown village, and no one would know. .

But now, I can have such a great mission, and even be remembered in history.

This is really a great blessing for me. "

Charia fell silent again, the wheels rumbled forward, and Jeanne looked at the slowly moving scenery on both sides.

Her expression was very calm, as if what she was about to go to was not the enemy's base camp, but an ordinary friend's home.

When the carriage arrived in the downtown area, she took a deep breath, opened the door of the carriage, jumped onto the top of the carriage, and at the same time, she pulled out a flag gun from the corner of the carriage.

As she moved, the flag on the flag gun also unfolded, fluttering in the wind, just like the arc of her hair in the air.

That's the flag of West France.

The action of Joan of Arc standing on the top of the carriage was already very eye-catching, especially since she was still wearing the military uniform of West France on the front line at this moment, and after unfurling the flag of West France, it even set off the whole street.

Everyone's eyes were focused on her, and some people even had a look of fear in their eyes.

The flag of West France fluttered in the wind, and her words echoed through the streets.

"Good morning, people of Prussia.

I am the frontline commander of the Third Army of West France - Joan of Arc.

I come for peace”

(End of this chapter)