My Heroic Life

Joan of Arc and Marda’s thoughts were flashed, and then the blond saint with a firm personality spoke first:

"Under the crown, although we can understand that Lord Roland will be uncomfortable with the outside world for half a century of isolation from the world, and we can understand the practice of the older generation not intervening in the current position, but letting Lord Roland retire is really, even if it retreats to the second line... ..."

"I have the same opinion." Malda hurriedly added before Joan of Arc finished speaking: "Master Roland killed the priest Mudel of the Temple of Asaph in the underworld of Heim this time, and it saved us both. Regardless of his fate or strength, he should not be forced to retire."

"Wait, did you misunderstand something?"

Eliza looked at the two saints who were vying to speak for Roland, and smiled helplessly: "This is his decision. He has no position in the Holy See, and the Tribunal has been independent since its establishment. How can I order him? ?"

"Hey?"

Joan of Arc and Marda were speechless at the same time for a moment. The development of the matter seemed to be completely different from what they thought, and Alisa looked at them with some caution.

Eliza, who was in the same era as Roland, has been with him for many years. She is one of the people who know him the most. She has a deep understanding of her unique personality charm. She has an almost tyrant attitude and closeness to the enemy. The sharp contrast formed by the gentle care of the person has almost killed all the women who fought with him decades ago. Probably only Anna, who has sentient beings in mind, and Eliza, who regards him as his elder brother, can be exempted.

And now, in just three days, the two saints of the Holy See seem to have been quite close to him, although he had the strange attribute of unconsciously attacking before, but this time is too fast?

Alisa naturally did not know how the three of them spent the three days.

Being honest with each other may really promote feelings, at least after the grace of life-saving, bathing in hot springs, fighting and reconciliation, even Marda, who has a lot of opinions on young people, can no longer say that they have nothing to do.

"You guys seem to care about him?"

Eliza used this sentence as a test. As soon as she spoke, Jeanne's face became a little stiff. The blonde girl unconsciously recalled that the man raised her chin with her hand and looked at each other with curiosity and a slightly sad face. Nane's speechless.

Malda was blushing too, but what she had in her mind was the man holding the blue-haired girl for two days and two nights. She squinted at Joan, who was always an honest child in this respect, and found that she didn’t know. Thinking of something, her face turned red and her lips trembled, and Alisha looked a little suspicious looking at this, and the situation was not optimistic.

Isn't this going to show off?Let others know that we went to the hot springs together and still see no one?

At the critical juncture, Malda's mind is like full electric acting. For the past ten years, the saint who has disguised a stable personality has sublimated her acting at this moment, even if she is a famous queen who has stayed in the history.

Under the faint light, the holy brilliance on Malda's face was shining, and the blue-haired girl smiled with infinite joy and reverence and said:

"We care about him because... Lord Roland has accepted us as disciples!"

Chapter 25 The Knights Templar

"In this mission, our immaturity has made the war situation unfavorable. If Roland hadn't turned the tide, we would probably all be killed in the underworld of Heim."

Malda bit her lower lip unwillingly, as if reflecting on her performance in the task, she glanced at the stunned blond saint beside her, and continued to say in pain:

"After the mission, Lord Roland led us to search for the potion materials. I discussed with Joan of Arc and asked Master Roland about ways to increase our strength. Master Roland understood our feelings and pointed out that we are still making progress. space."

"Under our repeated plea, Master Roland is finally willing to guide us for a while, and during this period of time, the two of us are temporarily considered Master Roland's disciples."

Malda said this with pride, her enthusiasm and responsibility for the country gleamed in her eyes, and then turned her head to look at Joan of Arc with a confused look.

"Jan of Arc, although the front line of the Forest of the Nine Realms is still stable for the time being, once the Confederacy policy changes and invades, can you, as the upper heroic spirit, defeat their priests?"

The blonde girl slowly reduced her confusion in this somewhat serious topic. She thought for a moment and said:

"If it's the Mudel that I met this time, I have the confidence to defeat him with the army by his side, but I will pay huge casualties. If I fight alone, the outcome is unknown."

She looked at Alisa with a heavy expression, and said: "Malda is right. My ability is indeed lacking. This mission is also..."

Looking at the self-blame on the blond saint's face and the sanctity on the blue-haired saint's face, Alisa also began to doubt her judgment. She thought about it for a while, and suddenly said nonchalantly:

"Alright, let me give you a new task."

"Hey?"

Marda, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, made a bewildered voice when she heard these words, and Jeanne refocused her attention.

"The task is to try to change his mind during Roland's guidance to you and get him back to the trial court."

As soon as the task exited, Joan of Arc and Marda stared in confusion, and they clearly agreed to their retirement application. Why did they go back?

Alisa naturally could see the doubts of the two in front of her, and she sighed tiredly.

"You may not understand the pain of the soldiers in that era."

The red-haired girl-like pope raised his head, his eyes full of sadness and loneliness.

"In historical records, in artistic creation, that person has always been the protagonist of the story. He is brave and fearless, fearless of sacrifice, and will always be at the forefront of leading mankind to resist the mysterious tyranny, seeming tirelessly and without emotional fluctuations."

"But what about the facts?"

Alisa asked with a sorrowful smile. She looked at Joan and asked:

"Have you ever experienced the feeling that the comrades next to you changed three times in one day? Those who ate together in the morning died at noon, and those who supplemented at noon did not survive the night. The comrades around you came and went, only you People are always on the front line."

"!"

The blonde saint widened her eyes, and her expression was a little distorted for a moment. This kind of hell-like situation was naturally unexperienced in this relatively stable age, but only imagined that Joan had an unacceptable pain.

"That's living hell."

Alisha sighed, and added with a serious face: "But this is what all heroic fighters of that era have to face, and among them, Roland has experienced the most."

"My lover, close friend, and younger generation who taught me died in front of him one by one. Although he didn't say much, I know that his heart is already riddled with holes."

Alisha recalled the youth she had seen before. The deadly black pupils had lost any motivation and glamour. Anna's death had hit him too much. I am afraid that the world now has no color in his eyes.

"I can't help but agree to his request."

Malda and Jeanne looked at each other, both of their expressions were a bit sad and heavy. After a long silence in the papal palace, Malda asked:

"But, in that case, why do you still want us..."

"Whether it is the European Union or the Tribunal, the situation is too bad now."

Alisha stood up, her eyes gradually sharpened.

"In the past ten years, we have not been able to find out the source of the blood of the gods, but the Zonglian body is gradually becoming stronger."

"This time you also experienced their strength firsthand, but have you ever thought about how strong the enemy is among the priests of the Clan Union this time?"

"The Bloodhound Marx is one of the four priests in the cave of the beasts. There is no doubt that he is powerful, but according to our intelligence, he is only the third among them and has been imprisoned for many years. As for Mudel, he is in the Temple of Asaph The mid-strength can only be considered the middle and lower reaches.

Alisha looked at the two saints with heavy expressions in front of them and said, "But you are one of the few who are also good at fighting among the high-ranking heroes. Do you understand the current gap in high-end combat power between our two countries?"

The two saints nodded one after another. They naturally understood Tian Ji's horse racing principles. Joan thought for a while and said, "But, this gap in overall strength might not be equalized by the next person Roland crowned?"

The blonde girl spoke worriedly, and Malda nodded in agreement, but the lovely Lisa laughed:

"That's not necessarily."

She squinted her eyes, recalling the situation of the battle years ago in her mind, and then again after a short while: