My Knights of the Round Table

Jeanne's heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly asked.

"Can you tell me where I saw her?"

"Yes, yes, but what reward will you give us, Miss?"

The man's eyes were fixed on the bare white skin of her thighs and shoulders, and he couldn't help swallowing, which made Joan disgusted but didn't know what to say.

It is very likely that he just lied to himself, but he has never seen it before, and he just wanted to fool himself away.

But she finally met someone she said she had met, and she didn't want to give up.

Even knowing that the chance of her master being discovered by them is very low, and based on their performance, she is more inclined that they are just lying to herself, but she doesn't want to miss this opportunity.

If my master is really caught by them...

However, the problem is how to get them to speak.

Jeanne pursed her lips.

What reward can I give them?

Money, don't talk about yourself, my poor Master doesn't have a penny either. The two of them lived and slept in the open two days ago, and they didn't even eat a full meal.

Other things she has, what men want, she is absolutely impossible to do.

After inquiring about the news, she knew that this was the era when King Arthur existed.

I was summoned here inexplicably, and my master doesn't sound like a person from this era.

She hasn't read the book, so she doesn't know if there was such a situation in Gaul when King Arthur defeated Vortigern and recovered Camelot.

But she also knew what she should do at this time.

King Arthur and his Knights of the Round Table will never have bad guys, and if something goes wrong in this era, go to them for help.

And the premise of all this is to find the Master who was separated from him first.

"What do you want? Just tell me..."

Joan of Arc pursed her lips, she couldn't say the following words,

Seeing her cooperating shyness, the three gangsters looked at each other in surprise, and they could all see the surprise in each other's eyes.

Such a beautiful girl is not even comparable to the noble ladies whom she met by chance, but she did not expect to be met by the three of them, and she is still so good.

"It's a long story, let's go over there and talk."

Fortunately, the gangsters haven't lost their minds yet. There are many pedestrians nearby, and rash actions may cause unnecessary trouble. The pretending gentleman stepped aside and pointed to the alley in the distance.

Joan looked along and found that it was in a remote corner that was not noticed by the fire and pedestrians.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

It is not convenient to be watched by the crowd outside, but it is much better to go inside and threaten them with force.

In France in the later generations, before the army was gathered to fight against the King of England, there were many despicable people because of the war, and she did not have much mercy and was even very skilled in dealing with such dark people.

The three young men looked at each other and nodded, seeing each other's joy,

"Come on then."

One person led the way, while the other two deliberately slowed down, and one person walked on both sides of Joan of Arc to prevent her from suddenly waking up and running away.

Joan of Arc noticed the strangeness, she resolutely insisted on asking, and followed quietly.

The people nearby looked at the surrounded beautiful girl with regretful eyes, lamenting the depravity of yet another strange girl.

The few who wanted to make a sound to remind them all shut up when they were threatened by the men staring at the two sides and at the same time showing the knife under the side jacket.

The appearance of monsters and the influx of refugees in small places have caused the city's security to plummet. The city guard and army have no time to take care of criminals, unless there are vicious incidents, they will not care.

No one governs has given birth to the crazy growth of evil forces.

They don't want to be secretly killed by them while sleeping at home tonight in order to save an unrelated person.

Looking at the expressions of the people around her, Joan became more determined to ask the answer, then punish them, and let them reform themselves.

The three of them led Joan of Arc into the dark alley, and continued to walk forward without stopping. They turned the corner and came to an iron gate. The man who led the way opened the door and looked back at Joan of Arc.

"Come in and talk."

"it is good."

Joan nodded without pretending to be anything.

There is no need, even if she is like this, they will not let themselves go.And the intention of resisting will make them move her instead, and she will not be able to help but make a move at that time.

Seeing Joan of Arc's well-behaved appearance, the man's eyes were full of surprise.

In the past, when they brought cheated women here, they more or less sensed that something was wrong. Some already thought of running away, and the weaker ones started to tremble. He had never seen such a nervous person.

You can't be a fool, can you?

He glanced at her regretfully, but he looked at her appearance and figure again, and didn't care.

Even if she is really a fool and looks like this, anyone would be happy to have something happen to her?

However, he still glanced at his two accomplices behind her, signaling them to be vigilant, lest she pretend to be cute and take the opportunity to escape.

Letting such a good guy run away without playing through it, he will regret it in various senses.

Chapter 255 Chapter 6 Joan of Arc's Lost Master

Entering the room, it is a small dark room.

There is no window, only an oil lamp can illuminate the dark room, and the dim light cannot even touch the ground in front of the bed.

The small room has only a bed and some ropes and a lot of strange items.

Joan of Arc stopped in the middle of the room, looking seriously at the turned young man leading the way ahead and asked.

"Can you tell me now?"

As soon as the voice fell, Joan heard the door behind her being closed and the bolt inserted.

The man in front saw the two companions blocking her only escape route, with joy on his face and the confidence that the prey could not escape, he wantonly looked at Joan's delicate appearance and curvy figure.

"To be honest, I haven't seen a woman who looks like you, but when it's over, my brothers don't mind helping you find it."

Three young men surrounded Jeanne with wicked smiles on their faces.

Disappointment and rejoicing flashed across Joan's eyes when she heard the words. Just as she was about to make a move, suddenly the footsteps behind her stopped, and even the sound of breathing stopped.

Even the lustful man in front of her saw the scene behind her, his pupils constricted first, then he seemed to forget everything, and his eyes widened in fear.

Joan of Arc felt strange, and just as she was about to turn around, there was the sound of her body falling to the ground behind her.

Just turning her head, a handsome blonde appeared in her field of vision.

He glanced at Joan from the corner of his eye, then paid attention to the man leading the way, stretched out his hand, and grabbed the young man's neck with one hand, but he easily picked up his body, which was not much different from his, with one hand , there was no pressure on his face at all.

She glanced at the scene behind her, and found that the two people who were still alive just now were lying on the ground, their eyes wide open and lifeless.

Jeanne pursed her lips.

The man seemed to come to save her, and those few people were not good people. She had seen countless deaths, no matter how tragic the death on the battlefield. There was no need to have any emotions about their deaths.

but…

The painful "hehe" sound from the young man's throat came to her ears, she turned her head, and the only surviving young man among the three was strangled by the neck and held in the air.

The handsome blond man had a flat face, as if he was holding a ball of cotton.

On the contrary, the young man who was carried in the air tried hard to break the blond man's hand with both hands, but he didn't even have the slightest tremor. His face had become unhealthily red, and his feet were kicking with pain all over his face.

"Who are you looking for?"

"what?"

Joan of Arc found that he was looking at her, and replied belatedly, her beautiful blue eyes were full of confusion, and she couldn't understand what happened suddenly.

Originally, I planned to teach these people a lesson after asking about the whereabouts of my lord, so that they can correct their evil ways or simply send them to the local law and order management place for imprisonment.

Just about to start, who would have thought that such a person would come out.

He was unbelievably handsome, and what surprised her even more was that he followed her, but she didn't even notice.

Although he focused on the three men around him, as a Heroic Spirit, he couldn't be followed by just anyone.

A series of unexpected changes made her unable to realize what had happened for a while.

"Someone like you?"

Seeing that she didn't answer, Arthur continued to ask.

Just after tracking down, he found that this girl was just a girl who looked exactly like Leticia, not Leticia.

Leticia would not make such a choice in this situation, and the aura she was about to emit just now is definitely not the aura of a normal person, but...

Heroic Spirit.

"who are you?"

Joan took a step back quietly, looking at him warily.

She smelled a dangerous aura from him, no less than his handsome goblin-like appearance, terrifying powerful aura like a giant dragon.

Even the occasional leak terrified her.

Seeing her vigilance, Arthur didn't continue to ask questions. He noticed the constant struggle of the man in his hand, turned his head, and looked indifferently at the struggling man.

"What do you know? Questions about her."

"I, I don't know anything, I haven't seen a woman like her, I lied to her, I just want... I really don't know, please..."

"and many more!"

Listening to the young man's begging for mercy, and seeing Arthur's increasingly calm expression, Joan of Arc realized what was going to happen, and just as she raised her hand to stop it, Arthur had already made a move.

'Crack! '