My Heroic Life

"Don't worry, I'm just a little hot, and I want to recover as soon as possible so that I can devote myself to urgent work!"

When Roland was halfway through, Jeanne glared at him, and hurriedly turned to change the subject.

After hearing the words, Marda remembered the processed file mountain, and revealed

With a self-satisfied smile, she didn't immediately ask for merit, but used magic to condense into a knife and start peeling the apple.

"Ah, you learned it."

"Well, you have eaten apples like this many times."

Malda's technique was still a bit rusty, and he cut out a piece and sent it to Roland's mouth. The young man opened his mouth and ate the apple. After his teeth were bitten, the juice overflowed, and the taste was sour and sweet.

He raised his eyes to look at Malda who was seriously cutting the apple, then lowered his head and glanced at the lurking Joan, and stretched out his hand to scratch his cheek.

There are really two flavors in my mouth now.

Roland sighed, and ate the apple honestly, at least after Joan's anger, he wanted to rest for a while.

But what he didn't expect was that this apple seemed to bring him good luck. Just after the apple was eaten, Malda's terminal lit up. The girl looked at the terminal and hesitated for a long time, and finally said truthfully to Roland :

"It's the visit permission of King Arthur and Morgan Lefy. They want to see you."

Roland was silent for a moment. He could see that Malda was a little nervous. She hadn't asked Roland about Britain since entering the door, and she had selectively ignored the ring on the man's hand.

Don't you care?Or do you think you don’t need to care?Probably not. Roland could feel the unnaturalness in Malda's face. She must be uneasy in her heart, but even so, she returned the choice to Roland who had awakened.

The man thought quietly for a while, and said to Malda: "After noon, I need some time to rationalize my thoughts, and I want to talk to you more."

"oh, I understand now."

Malda blushed a little, feeling that the man's eyes were warm when looking at her. She was a little restless and could only stand up and said: "I, I suddenly remembered that there is tea at home in the office, the kind you love to drink, I Go get it."

The blue-haired girl walked away quickly. The sound of the door closing sounded. Roland waited for two seconds and turned his gaze to his arms. He saw Joan of Arc leaning out like an animal.

"Miss Joan, can you explain your horrible behavior just now? Do you think my heart is not beating fast enough? Or think that Malda's suspicion is not strong enough?"

The young man questioned the girl irritably. After listening to his reprimand, Jeanne looked like [Although I made a mistake, I will never admit it], blushing, she stepped back from him, got out of bed, took out and hid in the instrument After putting on the shoes behind the device, he pulled a chair and sat on the side of the bed, looking like he had just rushed to find the man awake, so that Malda, who came back, would not be suspicious.

"Talking, you are so good, why don't you talk anymore?"

"Also, not because you are in front of me..."

The dragon witch whispered in defense. After watching the two kiss scenes, she was already a bit blown up at the time. So when Marda turned around, she was full of thoughts of wanting revenge, and then her mind became hot. Put it directly into action.

Joan is a little guilty now, and when Marda turned her back to them, her kiss felt a little different from usual.

It was a sense of gain, satisfaction, a painful stimulus of a beating heart, a sense of shock, as if stealing treasure, Joan felt that at that moment her brain **, sweetness and taboo feeling like poison, let her Indulge in it.

But she knew that this was immoral and was to be cast aside, and she even looked down on herself a little bit now. She felt like she was playing with fire, but she couldn't control it at the time. After witnessing it, jealousy became Shocking her heart like a flood, she had to admit that her self-control ability was much weaker after the fall, which was nothing short of what was before.

"Am I shameless?"

Joan suddenly spit out such a sentence, which made Roland startled. He wanted to remind the girl to be careful, but he never wanted to say it to this point.

"No, uh, this statement is too serious, you are just, just too impulsive."

Roland hesitated to think about the good things, and he saw it, and Jeanne probably also recognized the mistake, and may be more serious than he thought.

He just wanted to complain a few words.

"You don't need to comfort me. Maybe my soul is really polluted. I actually get happiness from that behavior."

"..."

Roland looked entangled and didn't know how to enlighten her. He wanted to tell her about the situation at the time. He felt a kind of itchy, strange stimulation that was normal, and it had nothing to do with falling or not, but there was another way to encourage her. feel.

"This kind of thing is not right, but it has nothing to do with your soul. I also have... a bit of feeling, but it may produce happiness, but it is wrong happiness. We will pay attention this time and try not to do it again in the future. ."

Roland deliberatedly summed up the incident, but Joan nodded in loss, obviously still blaming herself.

The young man wanted to say something more, but it was a pity that Malda had gone and returned. She found that Joan of Arc had not said anything after she was there, but was a little happily making tea, and the three of them drank morning tea again after a long time.

After breakfast, Joan of Arc left on the grounds of rest. She blamed herself for wanting to give Maldado some time, but Malda, who didn’t know she had a rest for the night, also agreed. The two parties bid farewell and Roland’s complicated day officially set off. .

Chapter One Hundred and Fifty One

When Roland and Joan were in the same bed, on the other side of the magical realm thousands of miles away, unimaginable changes were taking place.

In the city of Asaph, known as the mysterious capital, in a corner of the factory area, incandescent lamps hang high in front of dilapidated shops, and old light bulbs flicker every tens of seconds.

In this unstable light, two men in dark single-coats got off the patrol car and walked into the shop. They were full of petty thefts. The factory area of ​​the beggar wanderers looked different, and they were fairly well-dressed. , The beard on the face is also trimmed cleanly.

A few meters away from the shop, next to a factory that was rejected by the homeless because of the pungent sulphur smell, Yedel's snake-like eyes in the grass slowly opened, and she endured the headache. , Listen carefully to the movement ahead.

The time is approaching midnight, like a slum factory area is silent, the chaotic graffiti on the walls is faintly visible in the poor contact lights, the cold wind blows the trees and rustles, only occasionally vagrants walk into the abandoned factory with cardboard, or The scruffy man who wanted to clarify could make some noise when he ran out to find the corner.

The security of the Clan has always been poor. Asaph City has disappearances happening every day, but few people ask. God knows where these missing people were taken away by researchers and even priests for experiments. .

The police do not want to offend people who can’t afford to provoke them. Therefore, there are few security personnel in the factory area, so as not to accidentally bump into something good for a big man. As for the homeless, they can only hug as many groups as possible here. Get out.

In such a poor public security area, shops will naturally close very early. Whether it is a large shopping mall or a personal store in the factory area, it is closed with the closure of the factory in operation. The door is locked in the evening. As for this time, yes. This one in front of Del is undoubtedly an exception.

This is a private den of an underground doctor. The owner of the shop is a joint person. They are usually criminals who can’t get to the hospital. The gang members have been doing business for more than 20 years. The homeless people dare not fight here. That’s why this store dared to open late at night.

At this time, two decent people walked into the joint of the underground doctor. It was a very unusual situation. After the two people entered the door, they did not pay much attention to the surrounding environment. The old wooden door hit the door frame and did not close. A gap is exposed.

"Huh? Why are you two here? What happened again?"

The store owner, Fat David, was taken aback when he saw the two people entering the door. As he asked, he opened the small locker behind him and took out two boxes of high-end cigars. Without a word, he patted the table first.

"Which professor's little daughter has disappeared or something else, that shocked the priests of the search bureau?"

Two decently dressed low-ranking priests looked at the cigar box on the counter and made no sound. They looked at each other and said solemnly:

"Fatty, have you had any illegal business on your side recently?"

"Incompliance, which rule are you talking about? I have too many rules. You are not talking about the bullshit law and order, are you?"

"Don't be sloppy with me. To be honest, this is a big deal. Don't make it difficult for us."

The two priests cast their faces down, and David didn't dare to swear when seeing this, and said honestly:

"I have picked up four people in the past three days. One died before being rescued. The remaining three were a driver who raised his employer’s safe. He was interrupted by his leg, and the other was a wolf head in the factory area. One of the gold medalists sent by the gang boss was a habitual offender who paid for it. This time he got an apostle without a long eye, and half of his face was beaten."

"Gone?"

"No, that's it."