My Heroic Life

The blue-haired girl said so, trying her best to calm her emotions, but the eardrops on her ears were dangling because of the trembling of her body.

Roland lowered his head, knowing that it is difficult for her to calm down now, because today is the day of the trial court military court, and in the courtroom where no relevant personnel can be present, the girl who once lived here is undergoing trial.

The trial has been going on for three hours, and the results are almost time to come. In fact, according to Marda’s many preparations beforehand, Joan should have been acquitted long ago, but the trial lasted longer than expected. This is also in Marda’s mind. The premonition is bad, the reason for getting nervous.

A little bit of time passed as the two sat facing each other. After half an hour, the holographic projection in the room automatically lit up and Leonardo hurriedly appeared.

"Dear Lan, Dear Malda, the result of Joan of Arc has come out, and the retrial is postponed."

"what?"

Malda stood up in shock without hearing the desired result, and asked unacceptably:

"How come, the pre-preparation is obviously perfect, and the collection of evidence is sufficient. Is there anything wrong?"

"There is indeed something wrong." Da Vinci, who was preparing for the evidence collection with Malda, had a very ugly face. Her voice was a little chilly and said: "Bishop Pierre suddenly changed his position in the court and demanded a heavy sentence. Joan of Arc, we were caught off guard and fell into a passivity."

"how come!"

Malda asked in disbelief that, as a member of the Holy See, Pierre was the home of Joan of Arc. He was originally the strongest support, but he almost became the last straw to crush the camel.

"This is indeed the case. Fortunately, we have made sufficient preparations before we have the opportunity to postpone the retrial, otherwise..."

Da Vinci didn't finish speaking, but the three people present knew what it meant. Roland, who hadn't spoken all the time, lowered his head and glanced at the secret message he had received half an hour ago.

Execution tonight.

It was short, but it made the youth almost unable to control the line of words that wanted to start the massacre.

Luo Lan calmed down his breathing and began to force his brain. At least so far, Joan of Arc should have been fine. For the past week, he has been sensing the young girl's situation through the child of the crystallization of courage. If there is a danger signal before Come, even if the preparations are not enough, Roland will storm the court to rescue Joan.

But in fact, Joan of Arc has always been peaceful, maybe because of the blood of the gods, the enemy didn't seem to mean to embarrass her, but what made Roland puzzled was why they would be executed suddenly, and the public trial was justified to their advantage. Right.

Is Edmond's intelligence wrong?Roland thought of the man who was extremely reliable despite the fascination, and shook his head negatively.

Malda had already started a second meeting with Leonardo da Vinci at this time. The two were urgently discussing a series of first aid measures. They wanted to win the nominal judgment three days later. Roland was about to walk over, the terminal on his wrist. It lights up.

"this is......"

Roland looked at an e-mail that had no address and no signature, and his expression changed inexplicably. The content of the letter was very simple, asking him to go to the trial hall by himself tonight, otherwise Joan would be burned at zero.

"It turns out that the punishment is to force me. If I don't go, the blood of God will riot under the despair of Jeanne. If I go, I will throw myself into the trap.

The man raised his mouth. He already knew that tonight was the time for them to start, but what he didn't expect was that there was a fanatic who took aim at his own life.

"It just so happens that I almost endure to the limit."

He felt his nerves that had been suppressed almost exploding in the past week and secretly clenched his fists. He walked to the window and looked at the darkening night, as if smelling the smell of blood in the darkness.

Tonight must be a bloody night, but first of all, he must protect his lover around him. Malda will never let him go alone, but how can he let the girl jump into the enemy with him? A long-prepared trap.

The man turned to look at Malda, facing the girl’s worried gaze, she carefully looked at Roland by the window and took a deep breath, stepped forward to hold Roland’s hand with both hands, and slowly separated the man and held it tightly. Fist.

"Lan, don't blame yourself. Whether it is Joan's situation or the current contest, it is not your fault."

"Recently, I have always been busy alone, not because I don’t think you can help. It’s just that the time you come back is too short. There is no way to deal with this kind of thing at a time. I never despise you, you , Do you understand?"

Malda squeezed Roland's hand and said this cautiously, just like a wife who was afraid of hurting her lover's self-esteem. Roland's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but laugh.

"What, you laughed at me."

Malda puffed up her face unconvincingly. The young man looked at her a little haggard, thinking of her hard work in a week and the words just now, and he was suddenly moved.

He stretched out his hand and took the initiative to hug Malda in his arms, and the idea of ​​protecting her was strengthened again in his heart, while the girl blushed with some doubts.

"What's wrong, suddenly."

"It's okay."

The young man raised his head, became a little serious, and said to the blue-haired girl:

"Malda, I want to ask you one thing."

"Hey? What's the matter?"

"I have a magic secret letter and I need a reliable person to deliver it to Alyssa. I thought about it and thought it was most appropriate to entrust you."

The girl who was wholeheartedly at her lover blinked her eyes, and nodded without asking more questions or doubting.

"When?"

"Tonight, I have entrusted the old guy William to arrange the special car. You will be back tomorrow morning."

"Are you in such a hurry? Okay, I'm going now."

Roland handed a magic letter that had been prepared a long time ago to Malda, and then personally drove her to the door and got in the special car with the Templar as the driver.

"I will go back soon."

"No, you have been tired enough these few days." Roland embraced the girl's face and rubbed it with both hands, and said gently, "Promise me, give the letter to Eliza when you arrive in Lance, and rest there for the night. Right."

Marda stared at the gentle smiling face rarely seen in men for a stun, her face flushed and she lowered her head, stammering: "Okay, okay."

The two said goodbye, Roland waved and smiled and watched the car drive away. When the red taillight disappeared from his vision, he straightened his clothes and turned around and stepped out of the spa.

The long night began.

Chapter One Hundred

Roland walked on the street at night, all the way towards the headquarters of the Tribunal. The evening breeze blew on his stern face. He looked up at the cross-shaped buildings behind the towering walls in the distance, his eyes gloomy and cold. .

The entire Tribunal’s headquarters is now as dark as a blackout. The never-extinguishable lights have disappeared, leaving only a bloody smell that makes Roland sick even if they are far away. The buildings in the dark night seem to be lying in the dark. A fierce beast, just waiting for him to step into the beast's mouth.

He wandered on, glanced at the guard who had fallen into the room without breathing, walked forward and gently stroked his hand, helping the deceased close his eyes that revealed horror before he died.

In the eyes of the Zonglian body, the Tribunal today is the day of destruction, so naturally there is no need to conceal what to do, but it is precisely because of this that Roland’s anger is even more aroused, and the decadent high-levels have jointly knitted this Nightmare, but the bottom soldiers pay.

Tonight is the eruption point of all contradictions. The arrangement of Zong Siamese for decades will bear fruit tonight, and Roland and the people who follow him did not flinch in the face of this almost desperate difficulty. They also chose to fight back.

Malda and Da Vinci still hope to solve the problem within the rules, but what they did not expect is that the rules and order will collapse tonight. Everyone must use their own strength and determination to defend their own safety and rights. The false prosperity is about to fade away, and the true face of this country, rotten and riddled to the end, will soon be revealed to people.

Roland walked past the ticking wall clock in the hall. In the silent and non-lighted hall, there were only blood stains left after the corpse was dragged. He looked forward without squinting his eyes, as if he had come to work normally in the morning, but his hands were not. Has tapped behind him.

The young man's hands, which seemed to have little strength, stretched out and ran into the blade from the shadow from behind. The sharp light of the blade reflected his side face. The elite apostle of Zonglian Group was dumbfounded when he looked at the fingers held on the tip of the blade. He had never thought in his life that this blow that could stab the lower hero would be blocked so easily, even the upper hero should not dissolve it lightly.

He did not move, just shifted his sight and faced Roland's indifferent left eye. Fear prompted him to shout: "Everyone! Attack!"

Amid the shouts, the shadows in the hall flickered, and the apostle killers wearing the mysterious yellow cloak shot around from all directions. They found that the enemy was a heroic unit and threw down their guns. The magical light broke through the darkness. , Attached to the sword and slashed towards the youth.