My Heroic Life

"Actually, it's not just the Tribunal." Yedel said with a mocking smile: "The top leaders of all countries, the Holy See, have our people. The infiltration operation has been going on for decades, and you don't know anything."

"And you can't stay in this country anymore. You have become the fuse of the revolution in this country. You already have a lot of charges in the military court."

"What a joke! I didn't do anything!"

"It is true, but so what?"

Yevel stretched out his hand to comb through Joan's pale blonde hair, and said calmly as if teaching:

"We who control the courtroom, countries want independent high-level, ambitious revolutionary leaders from the people. They all need you to be guilty, so you are guilty.

The woman in white sneered and sneered: "Since ancient times, men who are addicted to power always want women to be scapegoats. The fallen saint of the Holy See is simply a good handle."

She looked at the sluggish Joan, speaking with pity.

"They want to use your death to start a revolutionary feast."

Chapter 98—Waiting for Heroes

"Mine, death."

"Yes, that's it."

Yevel stroked Joan's stiff body and persuaded:

"If you still want to survive, follow this power, so that you can not only gain unprecedented strength, but also get rid of bad luck and give your enemies a fatal blow."

"But if you resolutely resist, then we can only kill you in order to try our best to recover the blood of God."

The woman in white was playing with the girl's hair, and her face was fascinated.

"Actually, I personally like you very much, so let me tell you something in particular."

She leaned against Joan of Arc and said softly:

"This time the Hand of Frostflame and the Den of Beasts have been dispatched, and they will begin to attack when the countries declare independence. It is ridiculous that those high-level ambitious countries thought they had found allies, and the treaty they held in our hands is for us to see. It's just waste paper."

The woman stood up and laughed. The laughter echoed in the prison room, but Joan was struck by lightning. She gritted her teeth and said, "I will tell others in court!"

"It doesn't matter, no one will believe your words, how can the crazy words of the fallen saint be compared with us."

Yedel waved his hand and said indifferently, making Joan even more angry.

"So you understand, you have to join us if you want to live, stop struggling, it's meaningless."

The girl with pale blond hair bit her lower lip, and her brain is a little confused by the successive news. She would never do anything to surrender, but is there really no hope anymore?She thought so, and a young figure appeared in her mind. It was the girl's lover and the guardian of this country.

He will never sit back and watch.

Joan gradually calmed down thinking about this, Yedel frowned when looking at such a girl, and said:

"You shouldn't be thinking about that man, huh, you have become a sinner, will he still need you?"

The girl raised her eyes and stared at Yedel without speaking, but the unshakable trust in her eyes made the woman in white stunned.

"Don't you understand? Now that the nations, courts, and revolutionaries all want you to die, he will be an enemy of everyone to save you? Come to save a ruined dragon witch? What can he get? Will set him on fire."

"Furthermore, there is no power anymore. What can he do in his position? External invasions and decades of stubborn illness in this country are no longer a situation that can be solved by one person."

Joan's expression was distorted in the woman's words, and her heart was painful.

Indeed, Joan understands that she shouldn’t be by his side anymore. Such a depraved appearance will only cause trouble for him, but as a girl who has fallen in love, she has something deep in her heart. Such a dream.

A dream that he will rush to his side even if there are more difficulties and obstacles.Just like in the past, she always came when she was in distress, and rescued her from the predicament like a hero.

She believed that the person was still working hard, so how could she give up hope?

Joan strengthened the conviction in her heart. She closed her eyes and became silent. Seeing her like this, Yedel also became angry.

"Are you still waiting for him? He himself... forget it."

When the woman was halfway through her words, she suddenly realized that she was too excited. She had already received the news. In cooperation with them, the Asaph Temple was launching an assassination operation against Roland. It was to destroy the European Union and expand its forces on the other hand to kill The former enemies proved themselves that the two forces hit it off.

Maybe that man would die before Jeanne.

Yevel thought so, without further stimulating the girl, if the Temple of Asaph succeeded, it would be possible to persuade her with revenge, and the dragon witch who died tragically would definitely join them.

"You don't know your particularity yet."

The woman in white looked at the first Niederhogger's blood qualified person in history, and realized that she was her own card against Walklord, which played a vital role, so she had to be patient.

"You think about it first, I will come again."

The woman with the blood of the earthly python in the myth said so and stepped out of the cell.

——

Malda looked at Roland at the desk looking at the documents that were sealed from unknown sources. She was curious in her heart, but she didn't ask much.

It has been five days since Joan of Arc was arrested and imprisoned. In fact, for the past five days, Marda has been in contact with everyone who can help almost day and night, hoping to exert pressure through the Holy See in order to quickly Joan is rescued.

Now under her communication, many groups have followed in the footsteps of the Holy See to protest the incident, demanding that they be released as soon as possible. French Marshal Gil is on the front line of the Forest of the Nine Realms, Siegfried’s Dragon Slayer Corps, Beo Wufu's Berserker Legion, French Royal Family Marie, etc.

With these forces united together to exert pressure, and then the Holy See will come forward. According to common sense, there is nothing that cannot be solved. It is related to the safety of Joan of Arc. In this matter, the heroic spirits are still relatively united. The soldiers under her command reacted even more fiercely, and the only thing that made Marda a little uneasy was the current public opinion.

The scale of demonstrations and demonstrations is getting bigger and bigger, and there are even some bad signs that may evolve into a revolution. However, the attitude of the senior judges in the trial court is now ambiguous. The presiding judge Frank expressed regret for this, but there was no The meaning of letting go.

But in any case, Marda’s hard work has been done. The saint did her best to bring in all the contacts she can bring. Now the Holy See has sent people to intervene in this matter, and she can finally be at home. Take a breath and get a good night's sleep after a few days at night.

But the girl is like this, the young man is not. He seems to be busier these days. He is always watching all kinds of news and intelligence. When he didn't read it, he looked at the scenery outside by the window in a daze. He seemed to be waiting while worrying. What's going on.

The considerate Malda didn't ask much. She knew that Lan would take the initiative to speak if needed, and some of the more private documents were not allowed to be seen by anyone other than the person involved.

"Huh? Didn't rush out tonight, Marda."

"Well, I have done everything that can be done. The Holy See has already sent a delegation headed by Bishop Pierre. I believe that Joan of Arc will be able to get out of trouble soon."

"Bishop Pierre?" Roland glanced down at the list on the letter paper, smiled and nodded at Malda, he turned and looked out the window, clenched his fists and looked at the bloody night view under the sunset.

Chapter 99 Don't Come Back Tonight

In the living room, the man's gaze fell on the armrest of the chair next to him, and there was a slightly trembling hand.

It was a pair of white and slender hands with a little ruddy, small nails like shells. Her master was looking ahead, with a reluctant smile on her face, causing Roland, who was sitting opposite her, to sigh, and her heart There is some tingling sensation.

"Malda, calm down."

"I, I'm still calm."