My Knights of the Round Table

"Ah."

For some reason, when it was attached to his arm, the crowded feeling that Joan felt suddenly disappeared, as if she shared an independent space with him.

Joan of Arc, who had never learned magic, couldn't figure it out, so she worried about Mata Hari who hadn't returned yet.

Arthur relaxed a lot and looked around wantonly.

He cast a magic barrier around him, so that the two of them would not be squeezed by the crowd.

Nothing to worry about Mata Hari.

Both Joan of Arc and Mata Hari were wearing trench coats with protective magic on them. As long as they didn't take them off, no one would be able to see their appearance or even their gender.

264 Chapter 15 Leticia at the stake

Whether his magic level is good or bad is not bad.

Compared with Meili, Morgan, Scathach, and the lake fairies in Avalon, his magic is definitely inferior, but those people's magic is better than him.

Are there any serious magicians in this world?

Even if there are dragon tooth soldiers or even dragons attacking, his magic can protect Mata Hari for a few seconds, and that time is enough for him to go to her side.

Suddenly, the dumb hair on his head moved.

The short blond hair swayed imperceptibly, and even other people would not notice the movement, as if the breeze had accidentally blown it.

Arthur subconsciously turned around and looked at the crowd behind him.

He saw a purple shadow flash past, squinted his eyes, and when he tried to look carefully, there was no one there anymore.

"strangeness."

Arthur muttered to himself suspiciously, feeling vigilant.

"what happened?"

Joan noticed Arthur's turning movement through the arm that was attached to Arthur, and looked at him suspiciously.

Arthur hesitated for half a second, then shook his head.

"It's nothing, but be careful, I think there may be a problem here."

"Ah."

Jeanne immediately became alert.

Not long after, the person in front of the two took the initiative to part ways.

Mata Hari stepped out of the gap.

She had taken off her hood, revealing a beautiful face with a seductive smile, but Arthur could see a trace of anxiety in her beautiful eyes that could smile.

The eyes of other people subconsciously focused on her the moment she appeared, she didn't pay attention, she seemed to be used to the feeling of being watched, and said anxiously in a low voice.

"I found out clearly that Miss Letitia was tied to a pillar in the central square of the town. They said that they would execute the fire at noon to completely purify the witch and eliminate disasters. These are the people who came to watch the ceremony."

Listening to her description, Joan of Arc thought of what she had experienced, her face became ugly, and even the aura of the heroic spirit leaked out unconsciously, making the people around them shiver subconsciously.

Arthur tugged gently on her arm.

Joan of Arc came back to her senses, pursed her lips, looked at him apologetically, withdrew her breath, and looked at Mata Hari anxiously and whispered.

"Let's go now."

"follow me."

Mata Hari immediately grabbed Joan's hand, looked at Arthur seriously, saw that she was also looking at her, turned around and walked in the direction she came from without saying a word.

"excuse me."

The woman's voice is clear and sweet, like the chirping of an oriole.

Joan looked in surprise at the crowd who automatically parted the road.

The woman who pulled her forward seemed to be their queen, and all of them were mechanical, like well-trained soldiers, faithfully carrying out her orders.

The crowd behind them closed automatically as they walked, and only the three of them were released like an ordinary machine. Afterwards, they seemed to have forgotten what had just happened, and continued to eagerly look at the front and wanted to go to the center to watch the trial ceremony proceed.

Arthur looked at all this, and thought of what Joan of Arc had said to comfort Mata Hari just now.

"Every heroic spirit has her deeds in the history books, and every heroic spirit has her ability. Even if the combat power is insufficient, it doesn't mean that you are worse than us, and sometimes you are worse than us. much more important."

"Soldiers are needed in times of war, but leaders are needed in all times."

He glanced at Joan's back, probably she didn't expect such a thing to happen.

I have to say that Mata Hari's performance was beyond his expectation.

He was just trying to make her not feel inferior.

This ability allows them to enter the location they want to go without being discovered. Without her, he can only block the magic to shield other people's perception, and then lead Joan of Arc and Mata Hari from the sky.

It's okay to shield ordinary people like that, but just now he clearly sensed the aura that made him care.

"arrive."

Mata Hari's slightly eager voice sounded from the front.

Arthur raised his head and saw the huge wooden platform standing in the center of the empty square, and the tall circular wooden pillar in its center.

There was only one person on the platform, a person tied to a wooden post.

Leticia.

She was tied to a wooden post by a rope and could not move. She only wore white clothes, and looked at the crowd around her in a daze, with pain and fear on her face.

Countless people surrounded her two meters away from the platform, and kept abusing her.

Arthur couldn't help frowning as he listened to people's words.

Countless ugly and vulgar flower language, no matter male or female, old or young, kept emerging from the mouths of the crowd.

"Go to hell, witch!"

"Why do people like you live?!"

Some people kept breaking down and crying, as if they had suffered great grievances.

From time to time, someone laughed wildly, and the relieved smile seemed to have got a happy ending.

Seeing their performance like this, Arthur didn't know what to say.

After all, this is just a group of poor people who have been deceived and just want to live.

They weren't the culprits, it was only the woman who looked like Leticia who was at fault, and the upper-class figures who used her to take the blame.

In the final analysis, he sometimes participates in deceitful activities for profit, and even often has such things, and he has no right to accuse them.

but...

He looked at Joan of Arc in front of him, she seemed to recall the unbearable past, her body hidden under the black clothes kept shaking, so violent that even he could see the slight trembling.

Mata Hari noticed her strangeness and quickly turned her head to comfort her.

"I am fine."

Joan shook her head, looking at the crowd who abused Leticia in a complicated manner.

It was nothing like the day she was burned to death.

She was tied up on the land of her own country's city and executed at the stake. No one around her understood her, only the voice of being abused as a 'war criminal'.

Maybe not as serious as my own, but...

Joan didn't know why, on the day she died, even if she was not understood by the people she wanted to save and was betrayed by the people of her own country, she still didn't have any resentment.

Give her another chance, she will still choose to do that.

but…

Looking at the swearing voices and the ugly people around, looking at Leticia, who was just a little girl tied to a pillar, with a helpless and terrified face and hope remaining, Joan clenched her fists tightly.

She is waiting for herself.

Thinking of this, she raised her hand.

Suddenly, the hand she was about to summon the weapon was pressed down.

She stared at the perpetrator in puzzlement.

"Wait, there is an ambush."

"But…!"

Arthur saw the sympathetic anger in her eyes and the confusion about his behavior, shook his head, and added.

"It's impossible for me to just watch her burn to death. She is also a very important companion to me, but listen to me, wait for a while."

Chapter 265 Chapter [-] The Angry Virgin

Ayton Town, a tall building somewhere.

This is the best building in the town, overlooking most of the town.

The white-haired woman in black armor stood in the room on the top floor.

Behind her, followed by the green-haired woman and Camilla, the air in the room was filled with the smell of blood, but there were no corpses or blood.

She and Camilla looked at the scene in the center of the town through the window of the room, while the green-haired beauty looked around with a cold face.

Camilla looked greedily at the dense crowd below. A huge population is always a good temptation for vampires, and there will never be a small number that can satisfy her.