I Can't Be the Head of Chaldea

"This is the characteristic of the gun! Just as a saint, will she also consider herself a woman? The other one will not." Du Lin is no longer the first brother who saw a woman naked at the last singularity and would spray nosebleeds. His featureless figure also made him completely indifferent.

Apart from the slightly seductive word saintess, the Joan of Arc in front of her is not attractive at all.

Du Lin made no secret of his 'I'm not interested' eyes, looked at the torn pieces of cloth on the ground, took one of them lightly, turned and left.

Whoosh!

"Wait, you bastard aren't going to explain?"

No explanation was received, Du Lin turned around and leaped tens of meters away in an instant.

The few women who stayed behind looked at each other in blank dismay.

Olga was annoyed on the surface, but she was very satisfied with Du Lin's reaction just now, and said hypocritically: "Sorry, Joan of Arc."

Joan shook her head angrily: "It's my problem, I didn't ask him clearly what characteristics he wanted. It's just that person, didn't he do it on purpose?"

She said with some embarrassment.

"It's not intentional, his gun has that characteristic. It's also our fault that we forgot to remind you. Don't do this next time... By the way, you are a saint, so this shouldn't happen" If you are seen by others, you will marry him, right?"

"That's right. Virgins in the Middle Ages would have the custom of marrying each other if they were all seen. Maybe this is the director's conspiracy." Matthew said.

"Hey..." Lixiang's expression changed slightly.

"Master Jeanne, you want to..."

Joan of Arc listened to the chirping voice, and the virgins and so on... Chunqing's face suddenly turned red and said: "Everyone in Chaldea, please don't look at me with such a conservative view. I... I have given everything to you." Give it to the Lord!"

"That figure is such a pity."

"you……"

"My lord, please put on your clothes!"

After Leticia helped Joan put on the clothes, the latter tidied up and coughed: "Then let's get back to the topic. We have already obtained your wish to find the director, and you all seem to plan to Let him continue undercover?"

"Yeah, the previous agreement was to find him and ask him why, but the result now is not bad, I feel relieved. Fortunately, he was not completely lured to the point where power is everything... ...Of course, to Joan of Arc, your country, and I apologize to you for him," said Olga.

Joan shook her head: "You should be very worried about him, right? Why didn't Matthew and the others stop him from leaving?"

Olga said helplessly in the spirit projection: "That was his choice! The opportunity obtained at the cost of destroying a city, if he is arrested as a criminal party hastily, it may destroy him instead! If his undercover agent can repay the bad behavior this time, I also hope that he can continue. But we all know that the real dead person will not come back, and I can only hope that you will forgive him, Joan."

Joan of Arc: "...I have no intention of forgiving for other dead people. What he really needs is forgiveness for himself."

"So we have to continue... Damn, that guy ran too fast, and we haven't asked for other information yet." Olga snorted angrily.

"Let's continue to investigate this later! Compared to this, since the enemy has already obtained the Holy Grail. The Holy Grail summoned me, and other servants should be summoned to deal with this mechanism. I think we will defeat another Joan of Arc next. , and need the help of other servants..."

"I agree with that."

"Let's go back to the hunter's stronghold that came up tonight, shall we? We'll continue tomorrow."

"Ok!"

……

On the other side, Orleans, the castle.

In the manor filled with darkness, Joan of Arc adjusted the spell on the Banner of Curse, and suddenly frowned slightly.

Next to her, Jill wondered, "What's wrong, is there something wrong?"

Jeanne Alter shook her head: "The connection with Assassin is gone."

Her eyes looked into the distance, and she could sense at least two servants on the fortress of La Charité on the border of Orleans.

And Camilla... was killed in a split second just now.

"Camilla, who went to take care of Berserker, has returned to the Seat of Heroes?" Jill was surprised.

Joan of Arc Alter nodded: "Probably so! He was killed in an instant, and there was no cry for help."

"Couldn't it be Berserker himself? That guy won't take orders from anyone but you." Jill tried to speculate.

"Probably not. He is very loyal to me, so there is no way to take action on my belongings. Although arrogant, it is just a desire to monopolize me. Jill, don't speculate too much." Jeanne Alter denied. .

"Is that true?" Jill murmured.

Assassin's breath-blocking and Noble Phantasms are by no means the kind of people who can't respond to a one-hit kill.

Although his saint is sure that it will not be Berserker, but how can this be done only by an acquaintance?

Chapter 100 Evil Dragon Fafnir

Joan of Arc Alter waited, and as the master's sense, her Berserker's whereabouts seemed to be rushing back to Orleans, which made her a little relieved.

A few minutes later, a knight with a silver bow and armor walked in from outside the castle. He looked a little embarrassed, and his condition was not very optimistic.

This was Du Lin's self-destructive behavior in the middle. When Joan of Arc Alter noticed the traces on his armor, he frowned slightly: "Berserker, did you really fight the enemy?"

"Wait a minute, Holy Maiden! Let me question him?" Jill stepped forward, surprised at the piece of cloth tightly held in Durin's hand.

"what?"

"Berserker, how did Camilla, who was in charge of protecting you, die?" Jill asked directly.

"Roar!"