In This Future World Full of Heroic Spirits

"How is it possible? The survivors have all inquired about it. It is indeed Lord Jeanne's magic wave!"

"Magic fluctuations can be changed!"

"But this is the only criterion for determining a heroic spirit!" Mary's voice also became louder, and she seemed extremely annoyed. After calming down a little, she continued:

"Then what did you tell us to do? Arrest the suspect who appeared at that time?"

"Of course it can't be done, but it shouldn't be so urgent to announce the results of the investigation. Joan of Arc is not only the flag of France, but also the flag of all mankind." Rosen apologized slightly. Uncomfortable.

"We'll talk about the future." Mary squeezed the railing tightly. She didn't approve of this matter, but she didn't object either. As if to atone for herself, she murmured:

"France can only consider the current crisis, otherwise it will collapse without the monster coming."

Rosen immediately understood that someone had to bear the dispersal of hundreds of thousands of troops, the loss of countless supplies, and the anger of Napoleon's heroic spirits!Napoleon, who was seriously injured and died, of course not, so the blame can only be thrown on Joan of Arc.

This is politics, dirty politics, the core of which lies in compromise and balance, and Joan of Arc can only be blamed for being too selfless at ordinary times, with no direct lineage in her hands, and even the adjutant appeared beside the Dragon Witch in a depraved state.

"I understand. Leave the next thing to me. There is definitely something wrong with it." Rosen sighed. Life is not easy for everyone in this world. People in high positions look glamorous, but in fact they are full of unwillingness .

"I will try my best to cooperate. Although the royal family's strength is insufficient, they can still speak at critical moments." Mary squeezed out a smile. Lily Knight is part-time in the intelligence department, but every move can't escape the eyes of others. After so long , and there is no progress.

While Rosen was also being watched closely, she had an inexplicable confidence.

"When necessary, my people will notify you. Enjoy the tranquility now. You will rarely have the opportunity in the future." Rosen bowed and left with a glass of red wine.

The queen's narration is well-founded, but Rosen just feels that there is something wrong with it. He is not from this world, and his gaze is more like looking down.

As long as it is a character in a certain game, he can see through it at a glance!

"Finished chatting with the beauty?" Mordred suddenly asked by the door. She had been staying here since she realized that Rosen was just chatting about work.

"The chat is over, but there is no progress. Sometimes it is the most troublesome for monsters to use their brains." Rosen missed more and more before Sombra intervened. At that time, monsters didn't need to use their brains.

Set off a wave of beasts, the whole family of F2A is in a wave, win if you are too reckless, and die if you are not reckless, this is a happy life.

"I'm talking about you, why do you think that the saint is not a real traitor? You have a hot face and a cold butt all day long, and you are too busy!"

The bear kid is naturally displeased with the Gallic chicken, and has been feeling uncomfortable since the plane landed.

"Go, go, kid, what do you know? You don't have any awareness of the overall situation. The matter of Joan of Arc is the center of the whole incident!" Rosen patted the bear on the head and walked forward.

He is too lazy to talk about the big reason, putting aside the human crisis and the end of the world, the restoration of the situation in France is a commitment to two transactions.

And he, Rosen, never broke his promise!

PS: Ask for votes! !

-------------Chapter Dividing Line---------------

The meeting between Rosen and the Queen outside the hall is of course not a secret, but no one can get close to it with Mordred guarding the door. The content of the two parties is unknown, but this does not mean that some eyes are watching secretly.

When the three heroic spirits returned from the balcony, the blond young man who was being surrounded by a group of dignitaries put down his wine glass.

"Mr. Cornelius?"

The dignitaries were very respectful. In fact, this young man's position is not high, and his strength is not strong, but because he is the bishop's confidant, everyone is more respectful.

"I remembered that some documents have not been processed. You can continue." The young man bowed and retreated without being humble.

Seeing his back disappear at the gate, the men and women who were respectful just now showed disdainful expressions. A mere coachman really regards himself as a character!

At this time, the music played, and the third round of the ball officially began. The gentlemen quickly put their unhappiness behind them and began to 'hunt' their female companions again.

Rosen, who had just declined a young woman's request to dance with him, looked at the door, and felt that the back seemed familiar. He held the wine glass and said quietly:

"Tamamo, find a chance and get me the ball list."

"Have you found a clue?"

"No, my surname is not Edogawa, it's just that the details are the foundation of the foundation." Rosen watched the disappearance of his back before turning his eyes away.

Tamamomae didn't know who Edogawa was, so he just nodded and carried out the order, waving his folding fan lightly.

Rosen was very patient. After explaining the order, he went into the reception again. He used his superb acting skills to exchange drinks with each politician, and then carefully observed whether there was any problem with these people.

The women who wanted to get close were scared away by the bad boy Mordred, but no matter what, this hot Roman prince was the center of the banquet. The nobles came and went like an assembly line, and Rosen was full of black tea. abdomen.

Of course, only those who have reached a certain level are qualified to talk to Rosen. More young masters have already left through the side door with the beauties in their arms, and ran to the garden to do some favorite sports.

Tonight is doomed to be lively, and many people are doomed to sleepless nights. I don’t know how many illegitimate children will come to the world in Paris after the spring of next year, but who cares about those with wealth and power?Romance is deep into the bones of the French~~~

The bright lights of the Louvre were like daytime, but the Elysee Palace, the prime minister's official residence, was much deserted. Near midnight, only one place in the huge palace was still lit, and that was Prime Minister Richelieu's office!

With dedication alone, the little old man Richelieu is enough to reach the top of Europe. He is not lecherous, does not overeat, and has no desire for money. He is buried in documents every day. Compared with the pile of kings with obvious personality defects Where did it go.

It is precisely because of this ascetic life that he has a very high reputation in France. The entire government is full of cronies. Even the shocking news of declaring the saint a rebel did not affect the domestic political situation. .

There is really no way, Richelieu is deposed, and there is no one in France to replace him, and it is even more unreliable to replace him with other heroic spirits.

It's just that the iron-blooded prime minister who is revered by countless people is sitting in the office now, a black shadow emerges from his body, and invisible spiritual power spreads towards the void.

"Zhu, haven't you dealt with the saint yet?"

"No, this woman can carry it quite well, and I'm playing with her."

"Are you an idiot? Do you know how rare this opportunity is?" 'Richelieu' twirled the ring on his thumb and said in a deep voice, "If this saint is allowed to live, there will be many uncertainties."

"Tch! Why are you in a hurry? Find it slowly and kill it slowly. Wouldn't it be boring to kill beautiful things all at once?" Zhu Man didn't care, his bad taste couldn't be compromised.