Solomon Who Doesn't Want to Be a Doctor is Not a Good Roman

St. George was not angry because of this incident. He was a tolerant person. Although he wanted to know which saint appeared, he had no special meaning.

The three of them walked together and headed in the direction of Orleans.

Along the way, the three encountered various enemies.Wyverns, beasts, and zombies were all killed one by one. Although there were only three of them, they were powerful. Their stories spread to the whole of France not long after.

Since the three people's route has not been changed, everyone knows that they are going to Orleans to fight against the Dragon Witch.

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"Hehe, what a foolish person who doesn't know what to do."

After hearing the news, Joan of Arc in Orleans made no secret of her contempt.

A black girl, her face is exactly the same as the real one.It's just that in comparison, her skin is paler, her eyes are dyed golden due to the power of magic power, and the originally dazzling blond hair is plated with a layer of silvery white.

"Don't they think they can defeat me by eliminating the wyverns? Those beasts are just one-time utensils. Even if they are left alone, they will all die in a short time. But this is not possible, the wyverns are what I use If the tool of revenge is removed, my revenge will become even slower."

Paris, Orleans, these two cities have become history. Servants are not something humans can contend with, especially a witch who leads a wyvern like Black Joan, even if only one person can exert national power.Especially a country like France that has experienced a century-long war is even more powerless.

Joan of Arc waved the flag in her hand, she grinned lightly, with obvious malice flowing from the corner of her mouth.

"Since this is the case, let's take the initiative. Jill, have you figured it out? Is that magician the Master of Chaldea?"

"So far there are no clues, because two Masters have appeared in France, but the girl who leads that guy claims to be from Chaldea, and the magician who leads Saber and Rider has not found the source so far."

"Forget it, they are all enemies anyway, aren't they? Kill all the enemies, especially that fake..." After a pause, the Dragon Witch turned to look at the collapsed Caster, "Jill, do you think I will win?"

Black Joan's words seemed to touch Jill's nerves, and he became agitated and even went crazy, looking like a believer who had entered a cult.

"Of course, Joan of Arc, you can definitely win. You who resurrected from hell is a miracle, and your resurrection is a victory. Please vent your anger to this evil world as much as you want. They deserve what they deserve."

"That's right, I won't lose."

A satisfied smile appeared on Black Joan's face.

"Come out, my servants!"

On both sides of the palace, statue-like people began to move, and Joan of Arc's words seemed to give them life.

"Berserker, berserk Rider, come on, set off with me, and kill all those who try to hinder me."

Chapter 42 Joan of Arc

"It's getting hotter..."

Roman touched the sweat, and then limp on the white horse weakly.

"This temperature is simply abnormal in this era. Who is responsible for it?"

"It should be the high temperature created by Joan of Arc using the Holy Grail. Using Wyvern is not enough to satisfy Joan of Arc's revenge, but if the earth is kept at a high temperature for a long time, I believe that in the near future, human beings will be destroyed due to the loss of water and food. Said At this point, Master, Bayard seems to be very dissatisfied with you lying on top of it."

Bayard is the mount of St. George, a magical phantom horse, which is said to negate the fatal damage of the rider once.However, it didn't seem to like Roman very much. From the first time it saw Roman, it planned to kick Roman with its strong hind legs.Fortunately, it was stopped by St. George at a critical moment, otherwise Roman would have become the first Master to be kicked to death by a horse.

If it wasn't that he couldn't walk anymore, Roman really didn't want to ride Bayard.

"How long is it until the next city?"

"Master, we have just left the city gate not long ago. If we really want to rush to the next city, we must speed up, but Master, you are not good at riding."

Roman couldn't help but sighed, and then continued to lie on the dissatisfied Bayard.

Siegfried who was walking beside him suddenly paused, and then suggested in a low voice.

"Do you need me to help you, Master?"

"Huh? How can I help?"

"If you're just on your way, holding someone in your arms won't hurt..."

"Forgive me for my refusal. If I do this, I will lose even the last dignity."

Roman could only continue to sigh.

It's a pity that the cloak on his body is just an ordinary material, so he can't continue to add a second technique, otherwise it can make Roman cool.

It's not just that Roman can't stand it. It's not uncommon for ordinary people to suffer from heat stroke along the way.After the Hundred Years' War, the people's living conditions dropped to a terrible low point. Coupled with the lack of necessary technology and materials in this era, everyone was unable to resist in the face of harsh natural conditions. Even Roman was helpless here.

It seems that if you want to change this bad situation, you have to hurry up and fix this singularity.

Suddenly, the three saw a shadow approaching from a distance.It was fast, not at all like a dark cloud, but the shadow was so huge that even a Wyvern could not match it.

"Be careful, Master, I can feel it, it's approaching, it's Fafnir."

Siegfried opened his mouth to remind Roman, and then he walked quickly to Roman.

Now that Fafnir has appeared, Joan of Arc who controls it must also appear together.Although I don't know why Joan of Arc suddenly appeared here, but from this direction, the encounter between the two parties is inevitable.

Roman jumped off the white horse in embarrassment.He can't be counted as a combatant, and it will be better to hand over the phantom steed to St. George.

"Hahahahahaha, is this the Master who intends to attack me? It's so ridiculous, but I also consider you as an enemy. I didn't expect it to be such a clown character."

Contemptuous laughter resounded throughout the sky, and black shadows had already settled in front of the eyes of the three of them.

Fafnir is a huge evil dragon, which almost covers the entire sky when it is close at hand, and when it lands on the ground, the whole earth trembles.

Recognizing Siegfried in front of him, Fafnir let out a dragon roar, feeling like his ears would burst.

"No, it's not just Joan of Arc, but other Servants are also here. The plan is wrong. Joan of Arc can not only control the dragon species, but also other Servants."