My Knights of the Round Table

Seeing Mata Hari's appearance, Arthur was stunned.

Joan of Arc...?

It seems that I have heard it vaguely, but if I think about it deeply, I can't dig out the deep memory, I just feel familiar but I can't recognize who it is.

"It's not an adult."

Joan waved her hands again and again, her face full of shyness, this appearance made Mata Hari even more excited.

"I didn't expect not only to see Lord Arthur and Lord Joan alive, but also to be companions with you."

"I can't stand side by side with His Majesty Arthur, I'm just an ordinary village girl."

"how come!"

"Excuse me, Jeanne, who is it?"

Seeing the two talking about each other, I couldn't help being curious, Arthur asked tentatively.

Mata Hari's attention shifted.

Seeing Arthur's puzzled look, he looked at him in surprise, as if he couldn't understand why he hadn't heard of Joan of Arc, but after thinking of Arthur's age and the fact that he had not yet become a heroic spirit, he suddenly realized, and patiently explained.

"Lord Joan of Arc is the saint of France a thousand years later..."

"Not a saint! I'm just an ordinary person."

Joan retorted, blushing.

"You will always be a saint in the eyes of the French people!"

Mata Hari said stubbornly, looked at Arthur and explained briefly and caringly.

"France is the country after this land in the future."

He didn't tell him why she was a saint.

He is a symbol of Britain.

Although ignorantly knowing that he and later said that he was related to him, he was obviously a Saxon, but he did not say that he was a king descended from King Arthur and had nothing to do with England, but that was his land, and there were also a small amount of Kai. Walters.

The King of England lost the Hundred Years' War because of Joan of Arc.

She couldn't say this to him no matter what, and she knew it was best not to say it.

Chapter 263 Chapter 14 The Crowd

Arthur didn't think of Mata Hari's scruples, and even if he did, he didn't have any thoughts.

There is no concept of land in mind.

The limitations of the times have changed his ideas.

Although there are some unrealistic ideas such as unifying Britain to form the British Empire, or unifying Europe to establish the Holy Camelot, but I have no idea about the group of British kings and Britain behind.

His country is only Camelot.

"so."

Arthur nodded and looked at Mata Hari.

"Then who are you?"

Hearing this, Joan of Arc also looked at her curiously.

Mata Hari subconsciously restrained her smile and pursed her lips.

Seeing this, Arthur knew she didn't want to talk, so he changed the subject and said, "Is Leticia imprisoned?"

Mata Hari blinked, understood his consciousness, smiled with a reddish face, and shook her head.

"It doesn't matter, I'm just an ordinary spy and dancer, and I can't compare with you." After a few words, she also changed the subject, "Miss Leticia was imprisoned in a house Here, I saw her once, and she looks exactly like Her Majesty the Holy Maiden."

"Just call me Joan."

Joan of Arc, who was originally anxious, said in embarrassment when she heard her say this title again.

"Then, Miss Joan?" Mata Hari asked tentatively.

"You don't need to add Miss, we are companions, and I'm not a Miss."

"kindness."

Hearing her companion's words, Mata Hari nodded happily and a little bit shyly.

Several people chatted about their own affairs, and Joan of Arc and Mata Hari were talking about their own affairs more, while Arthur's narration was so short that it could be said that there was nothing.

After the chat just now, Mata Hari opened up a lot.

The topics along the way were all from her, she kept asking about the stories of Arthur and Joan of Arc, and she told her own stories without any scruples.

The town of Ayton is not far away, nor is it close.

The carriage stopped in the middle of the passing town, and before arriving, they changed two horses to rest for a while, bought some food, and continued to head south.

Arthur also figured out the life experiences of Joan of Arc and Mata Hari.

He knew more or less that Joan of Arc was the saint of France, but he had never heard of the specifics at all. He only started to understand after listening to her narration and Mata Hari's supplement.

Originally he thought she was a Christian saint or something, but he didn't expect...

"I'm just an ordinary village girl who has never read a book."

Amid Mata Hari's uncontrollable praise, Joan blushed and laughed at herself again.

An ordinary village girl in an ordinary village in France.

Under the offensive of the British king's army in later generations, when the French army retreated steadily and was almost about to lose the war, she stood up as a village girl and led the army to successfully suspend the British offensive, buying time for France and for the subsequent counterattack. Zhuan left a foreshadowing.

France finally won the Hundred Years' War with England.

Just as an important turning point, she was burned alive on the land of her own country because of the betrayal of the church and the inaction of nobles and kings.

"That's good."

Knowing that France was not destroyed afterwards, Joan only had a relieved smile, without any dissatisfaction and hatred after being betrayed.

Arthur took a second look at her.

He couldn't understand her, but he could understand her.

Without thinking too much, Arthur looked at the adoring Mata Hari again.

She is indeed just a dancer and a spy as she said, but she is definitely not an ordinary dancer and spy.

The ability to fight may be poor, but the ability to collect intelligence is absolutely excellent.

After chatting for a while, the carriage stopped slowly.

Arthur and Joan of Arc frowned slightly when they heard the noise outside, and hesitated for a while, but the ordinary Mata Hari was the first to lift the curtain.

"what happened?"

Mata Hari lifted the curtain and leaned out.

"The front is blocked."

The helpless voice of the coachman came from ahead, and at the same time, Mata Hari also saw the scene ahead.

You can see a small town not far away, the road is blocked by crowded people, and there is almost no place to stay.

Mata Hari turned back, lowered the curtain and looked at Arthur and Joan of Arc.

"There are not a few steps, why don't we go in?"

Arthur looked at Joan politely, found that she was also looking at him, and said directly: "Then go in."

The three got out of the carriage, but were also surprised to find that they couldn't move too much of the gathering even on foot, and instead got stuck in the middle.

Mata Hari looked around curiously, and offered to propose.

"I'll ask."

"Be careful, come back if you find anything."

Arthur asked, without stopping.

Mata Hari is the most worried among the three.

Joan of Arc's strength is good, even he is not sure how long it will take him to win, but Mata Hari may kill her at will even the weakest dragon tooth soldier...even ordinary militiamen.

But as a heroic spirit, she also has her own pride and self-esteem, so he didn't stop her thoughts.

Hearing the man's gentle entrustment, Mata Hari showed a bright and happy smile.

"Thank you, I will remember."

Saying that, Mata Hari trotted into the crowd.

Arthur and Joan of Arc stood where they were.

At some point, the rear was gradually surrounded by the crowd and formed a long sea of ​​people.The path into town was only so wide that Joan could not be squeezed beside Arthur.

She glanced at the person on the right.

The man with a fierce face was still pushing forward, as if he was afraid that he would not see an interesting scene, but it seemed more like he was purposely plucking a plump woman.

Joan hesitated for a moment.

With her physical fitness, it is natural to squeeze them to the right, but she can't do that kind of thing, but...

Joan secretly looked to the left in embarrassment, and before she raised her head, someone gently pulled the left arm of the trench coat and stuck it to the man on the left.

"it does not matter."

Arthur's gentle voice reached her ears.

Although it was in a noisy crowd, it was unexpectedly able to hear it very clearly.

Joan pursed her lips, thought for a while, but didn't think about whether he could see it, she nodded lightly, and then hummed slightly, feeling that something was wrong.