Black-haired Knight King of Chaldea

Chapter 366 The Tangled Joan of Arc

"Sorry guys, I'm so sorry for putting everyone in danger."

Back in Bordeaux, St. George first apologized to Tatsuka Fujimaru and others.

His firm eyes and gentle smile on his face gave people a particularly safe feeling.

"Especially, this warrior. I can feel it. Are you, Dragon Slayer?"

Giorgios smiled slightly, seeing through this at a glance.

Probably, this is the so-called peer gaze.

According to legend, St. George also slaughtered a dragon, probably because he felt the special smell of Siegfried.

Even if not, just Favner's vigilance against him can be understood.The one who can scare that huge evil dragon to such an extent must be a dragon slayer of a considerable level.

Siegfried nodded: "I have some fate with that Fafner. Before I was alive, I was the one who killed it."

He changed his usual modest tone and used a rare affirmative tone.

Probably for him, the matter of slaying a dragon is a common thing.He has done great things by himself, and he will be humble and not take credit for it.But even if you do ordinary things, there is no need to be too modest.

Joan of Arc had a very ugly face along the way.

After returning, it was also silent.

Indeed, as Yagi Xuesai had previously conjectured, it is not Joan of Arc but Infernal Affairs.Indeed, there were two Joans of Arc in France.

One black and one white.

Inexplicably thought of the Chinese Tai Chi map.

And probably because she saw this with her own eyes, Joan of Arc's complexion has not been very good.

Looking at herself like that, Jeanne was a little confused about who she was, but now she is even more confused.She always felt that she was not the kind of person who would be angry because of such things, but looking at her face that was too similar to her own, she felt that maybe that person was also herself...

Seeing this, Giorgios said comfortingly: "Joan of Arc, you don't need to worry about that person too much. As long as you stick to your heart, it's fine."

"Hmm... But, a weak person like me has been holding everyone back. What about Joan of Arc, I really have a guilty conscience. As a follower, I am incomplete, almost like I just went to the battlefield Like a human being, panicked...it's really indecent."

Joan of Arc sighed, probably because seeing the vengeful black self, she began to doubt more and more.

After all, she now wants strength without strength, reputation without reputation (smeared by Black Joan of Arc, France thinks she is the witch of the dragon), and finally obtained the revelation of God, but the revelation is to let Joan of Arc be wiped out A group of Chaldeans.But, no matter how she looks at it, Chaldea and his party are not bad people.

This is the first time Joan of Arc doubts the revelation of God.Moreover, it is the kind of suspicion that runs counter to it.She didn't think there was anything wrong with everyone in Chaldea.

She almost wondered if she had been brainwashed, or if she wasn't Joan of Arc at all?
"It's okay, Miss Jeanne."

Surprisingly, Matthew, who has never been too fond of expressing herself, stood up.

"I have just become a servant, and I have very little experience in the battlefield, but even so, the servant in my body is telling me, no problem. Moreover, the senior does not fight because he is strong. I also say no Okay, but, senpai should... have to do this, have this... sense of mission, right? So there's no problem. Yagi-senpai also said that if waiting doesn't make things better, then act first. Zhen Miss De doesn't need to worry about that kind of thing."

Fujimaru Tatsuka was also a little embarrassed by Matthew's praise. He smiled and nodded heavily: "That's it! Miss Joan of Arc! Please give me more advice!"

"Must, do you have a sense of mission to do it... I see... I really benefited a lot."

Muttering these words, Second Lieutenant Buwanaba nodded thoughtfully.

Since France became a singularity, to be honest, he has been frightened by the enemy, and he dare not confront it head-on.Only thinking that the enemy is too scary and too powerful makes him cowardly.

It was better until he joined the anti-evil dragon front led by Robespierre.

Thinking about it now, I am afraid that Robespierre is also afraid of the same, right?But his sense of purpose to build a good country outweighed his fears, and that's why he stepped up and showed leadership throughout.

When Second Lieutenant Buwanaba escaped, he did not see the end of Robespierre. In his heart, the great leader who always smiled confidently should have ushered in the end with a smile.

Don't be afraid, but act first.

He looked at the group of people in Chaldea thoughtfully, and always felt that he understood something, but after thinking about it carefully, he couldn't sort out any clues.

Seeing everyone comforting her, Joan forced a smile to reassure everyone: "Thank you everyone, I feel much better. At least I still have some understanding of this era. Let's take a good rest and discuss how we can fight back! Here It is the last of the four enemy separatist areas. After liberating this place, the only thing left is Paris that has turned into a magic capital. Everyone, come on!"

Joan shouted in embarrassment to cheer up, ended the meeting hastily, and was the first to leave the venue.Martha squinted her eyes, sighed helplessly, poked her cross stick on the ground, and chased after her empty-handed.

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"Ugh……"

With a long sigh, Joan of Arc showed a side that was not like a saint at all.The whole person rolled in the haystack, turning his neck and waist, and his joints made a rattling sound.While moving her body, she rolled on the grass to her heart's content.

If anyone sees this scene, they will definitely be surprised.

The saint who saved the country, the hero of France, would actually roll around in the haystack like this.

And, given the location of the nearest haystack, this is actually the hay room of the stables.The sun shines through the window, leaving a clean and warm area. Joan of Arc lay on it, rolled twice, and the holy blue and white two-color armor on her body was covered with fine dry grass.In the nostrils, I could smell the dirt and the feces from the nearby stables. However, this smell, which was definitely not pleasant, made Jeanne feel relieved unexpectedly.

She can clearly recall her father, a taciturn French farmer.She can also clearly recall her mother, a French peasant woman who is also taciturn but careful.

Joan of Arc, who was born in a farming family since she was a child, can only find the fragments of her past memories and feel at ease in this very rural place.There's a...yes, homecoming smell.

The shock of meeting Black Joan of Arc, the shock of meeting her face to face, the shock of Joan of Arc was unexpectedly great, and she still can't accept it.

Mentally still need a little relaxation means.

At this moment, the door of the forage room was violently pushed open with a bang.

Joan of Arc was startled, she rolled around and got up, the battle flag in her hand turned into a solid body, protecting her in front of her.

She was not relieved until she recognized the person's identity as Martha, who was also called a saint like her.

However, she soon realized that she must be looking inappropriate now, her face was blushing quickly, and she quickly tidied up the messy clothes with both hands, and patted off the hay on her body.

"It's okay, don't worry about it!"

Surprisingly, Martha did not condemn her for not having the appearance of a saint, but came over to help her remove the hay from her hair, the withered yellow color mixed with her golden hair, making it difficult to detect.

"That, Lord Martha?"

Sensing that her tone was a little rough, Joan was a little surprised in her tone.

"Okay, okay! I understand! I just can't get rid of the feeling of a peasant woman! What's the matter! Why, does the saint have to be gentle and generous? Huh?"

Martha frowned, speaking in a slightly rude tone.This rudeness, on the contrary, made Joan feel a sense of intimacy. That's right, the saint Martha was also an ordinary peasant woman before she became a saint!
(End of this chapter)