My Heroic Life

"Uh, uh."

The saint asked a little vaguely, while Roland answered vaguely. He was stunned for a while, then turned his head and reminded him carefully:

"Well, I think it's better to block if you wake up?"

"Hey?"

Joan made a suspicious voice, and she lowered her head slightly awake, looking at her naked body.

Then, screams exploded from the hot spring.

Chapter 22 Hot Spring Tsunami Warning

"what--!"

Joan screamed and squatted down to hide her naked body in the water, leaving only a rapidly reddening face and loose blonde hair.

Her lips trembled, and the emotions in her eye sockets seemed to be surging. At this moment, Joan of Arc was like any ordinary girl. Her mind was already numb. She frowned and looked at the man who looked away from her. The red face wanted to put on a serious expression but it couldn't be scared.

"Me, me, please explain why I am naked?"

The saint hesitated for a moment, and finally asked straightforwardly. The young man still didn't get angry looking at the situation, but with a serious face of Joan, confirming her serious character again.

"Do you remember the previous events? The freezing of your souls in the underworld of Heim was too serious. I had to heal you nearby. Now this is the volcanic hot spring of the Forest of Nine Realms. Three days have passed. You should be almost well. Right?"

"Hey? Uh, indeed, the body doesn't have that piercing cold anymore, wait, we?"

After listening to Roland's words, Jeanne carefully felt her body for a moment, the anger on her face gradually subsided, and then she caught another word in the man's words, and looked at Roland hopefully.

"Well, she is behind you."

Roland shifted his gaze to the other girl, and Jeanne suddenly turned around, plunged into the water and swam to the drowsy Malda.

"Great, Malda is okay, thank you for saving her.

With red eyes, Joan turned her head to thank Roland, and the latter scratched her head in embarrassment.

"No, she had won when I arrived, I just carried her away who was unconscious."

"Even so, we would have died if it weren't for you, thank you."

The blond saint thanked him sincerely, while Roland couldn't bear the grateful look. After all, the two were in danger because of him.

"Your clothes are over there. Walk on the shore and you will see your rations. I asked the man named Rogers. He has already gone back. You are weak now. You can eat something to supplement it."

Roland looked at Joan of Arc with a smile on his face, fingering the shore to finish everything in one breath. The blond saint nodded as soon as he heard it, and dived into the water again to swim towards the shore.

Joan's answer as if obeying orders made Roland dumbfounded. He turned to look at another girl who was still sleeping, searching for her information in his memory.

It seems to be a saint who can summon a dragon and shoot out rays to attack the enemy. It seems to be a standard spell-casting summoning system, but why is it wearing gloves and the man killed by him does not seem to be injured by a spell?

Roland was puzzled, cast his gaze on Malda's face, but was seeing her opening her eyes a little bit confused, and then the two of them faced each other.

"You, are you?"

The weak saint opened her mouth in confusion, and she suddenly lowered her head when she felt her own state the next moment, looking at the unobstructed chest, slender legs and the private part in the water, Malda's eyes widened and her lips trembled.

"Ah, you wake up..."

"what---!"

Familiar scream, but unlike Joan of Arc, he shook fists quickly but with strong magical fluctuations. Malda moved ahead of time in the blank space of his brain. The spring water burst with a shy blow, and the water splashed like a big wave Roland.

Hehehe, the case was solved, no wonder he brought gloves.

"boom."

In the roar of the falling water, Malda looked at the man with tears in tears, and Joan, who heard the movement hurriedly, finally stopped further conflict.

After a detailed explanation, Malda finally recovered her calm, but even so, she still couldn't hide her shame.

"Although thank you very much for saving us, but why are you soaking here?"

When Marda asked a question that was forgotten by Joan, Roland reluctantly said:

"It's very simple. Although this hot spring can nourish the soul, it actually has no healing effect. What heals you is the superimposed effect of my soul power and the lake water. So I am the main medicine. Soaking here is the most effective."

"..."

Malda stroked her warm body again and was silent. Joan was playing round the field, while Roland looked at the girl with obvious emotional changes and laughed. Joan’s seriousness had a military temperament. But Marda's true love is more like an ordinary lively girl.

"True, indeed, even the wound on the shoulder is healed."

Under Joan's persuasion, Marda finally stabilized her mood. She stroked her left shoulder and touched the position of the wound before she became unconscious and asked: "Can this hot spring treat wounds?"

"Huh? Nope."

"Hey?"

Malda's eyes widened strangely.

"Then it seems that my soul freezing is not too serious. It takes at least two days for the wound to heal, so I only soaked for one day?"

The blue-haired girl was relieved and comforted herself with the reason of shorter time.

"No, your injury is much more serious than Joan, but you have taken special measures."

"Special means?"

Malda asked suspiciously, Roland was silent for a moment, and a smile appeared on his face that was interested in the girl's next reaction.

"Your wound cannot be soaked in water, but the freezing of your soul is also very serious, so...I held you soaked for two days."

""!""

"you you you!"

"Mianxia!"

In Roland's smile, the blue-haired saint's brain crashed for a moment, her face flushed red, her eyes filled with tears and she punched again, and it was too late for Joan to stop her.

"boom--"

There was another tsunami in the hot spring.

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"Unbelievable! This person is actually Saint Laurent, which is simply unacceptable!"