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"Now it's almost done."

Looking at Joan who was lying on the ground, staring blankly at the sky, Dubin nodded in satisfaction.

"Still thinking wildly, it only shows that I haven't practiced well enough. If I really practice well, I don't even want to move my mind... How about Lao Luo, I have done what you said before, am I doing okay?"

"I……"

Lao Luo couldn't say a word for a long time.

This time, Joan of Arc did not look at him with that weird look again, just because it was a bit extravagant for Joan of Arc to even move her eyelids at this moment, but Lao Luo still felt a little shivering down his spine, especially when he realized what happened just now. After that, Joan of Arc could also hear it.

Doesn't this master brother know how to hide from people when he says such things?

"never mind!"

Gritting his teeth and stomping his feet, Lao Luo decided to speak directly.

"Jeanne, although I don't know what you think of me, but now I want to tell you something serious... Do you remember the dream you had before? The angel revealed your destiny, and you are going to save the whole of France ..."

"what……"

Joan of Arc who fell on the ground reluctantly responded, she really didn't have the energy to speak now.

I don't have the energy to think too much.

"...How should I put it, the two of us actually came here because of this incident. Rather than saying that we came here because of your father's employment, it is better to say that we came here because of you, because we heard about you."

Lao Luo sighed.

"Just think of us as envoys sent by God. Our purpose is to assist you and let you drive out all the Englishmen."

"Is that so... no wonder."

Joan of Arc lying on the ground was a little fuzzy, and now she wanted to have a good sleep.

It's just that the sunlight in the sky is a bit too dazzling after all.

Thinking of this, she stretched out her hand.

The icy iron armor carried a chill, but the dazzling sunlight still leaked through the fingers.

This made Joan narrow her eyes.

"...So you agreed?"

At this moment, Lao Luo spoke.

"Will you leave here with us to save France?"

"I have no idea."

Looking at the sunshine between her fingers, Jeanne muttered to herself.

"Really, can I do it?"

The Battle of Orleans, The Hundred Years' War of the Evil Dragon: Chapter 21 Chapter 21 Self-confidence is the first step to success ([-] words for votes)

"Really, can I do it?"

Joan of Arc, who was wearing a double armor, just lay on the ground, staring at the sun blankly.

Once upon a time, she thought she could do it. After all, the angels revealed her destiny in her dreams, and she never slacked off for any reason. She would train herself like a warrior, and her training level even surpassed those experienced adults. Warrior, no one in the village is her opponent, even if you look around a hundred miles away.

At that time, she never wavered, she firmly believed that she would be able to save France, and she firmly believed that she would be able to drive out all the English.

This is the arrangement of fate, and it is also a manifestation of strength. This is something that only she can do.

But since when did her mind change?

"what……"

Looking at the dazzling sunlight, Joan vaguely remembered.

It was probably that day, when the foreigner just took over the training of the militia, she didn't understand why her old father valued this foreigner so much, it was obvious that he looked like a knight squire—then she first For the first time, he really tasted the taste of defeat, and was taken away by the sword with his bare hands, and he was not even qualified to fight back.

Since mastering the power, this was the first time she lost. The man from a foreign land used a move that she couldn't understand at all, and being killed twice in a row completely shattered her pride.

What she didn't expect at that time was that this was just the beginning of everything.

The Burgundy Bandits, this was her childhood nightmare. After mastering the power, she also fantasized about eradicating this group of villains who caused harm to all directions-but it is obviously not enough for her now, she needs armor, she needs Weapons require war horses, and perhaps a team of well-armed soldiers. Of course, the most important thing is that she needs to grow a little more. With her current strength, she may not be able to beat the two-meter-high, so-called " Trolls' bandit chief Mex.

But the facts proved that these terrifying robbers were nothing in front of that foreigner.

The men from a foreign land were not equipped with any armor weapons, nor did they bring any soldiers. They just faced the robbers with bare hands, and killing them was as easy as cutting wheat grass.

Of course, later on, the foreigner still led the militia, but Joan knew that those militias had no fighting power, and would even drag them back—but with such a group of militiamen who were struggling to help, The foreigner directly killed the bandits' camp, and even because of this battle, the militiamen have been reborn and become like tigers and wolves.

The "troll" Mex, who even she might not be able to defeat, was nailed to the ground by the short spears of the militiamen.

Until now, she still remembers the scene where the militiamen pulled out the short spears from the corpse of the giant man, and the once mighty "troll" was trampled under their feet like a pig or dog.

She still remembered that the man from a foreign land told her that she should look at them and feel what power is.

She did feel it.

What a terrifying power that foreigner possessed.

Whether it's personal force, influence, or even something called leadership, it has been vividly reflected in that foreigner. He can kill through the enemy's army by himself, and he can make the soldiers under his command Their blood is boiling, even if he leads a group of sheep, he can make these sheep as brave as lions.

She was a little thankful that she had seen the right person before. If this foreigner could be kept in the village, then the future of her hometown might be far more than the prosperity she imagined.

But at the same time, she was also a little confused.

Living in this small village, she has always been full of confidence in her own strength, but the arrival of that foreigner made her see a wider world - it turns out that there are people far stronger than her outside, and it turns out that she attracted The strength of pride is only to this extent.

But it was such a fighter who was already frighteningly strong in her eyes, but always said that he was an ordinary person.

Although she has always questioned this point, if ordinary people have such powerful combat power... then how terrifying is the world outside the village?

Is it true that a country girl like her can intervene in the war between the French and the English?

Even speaking, is the angel's blessing in her dream really God's will?

Or was it just a silly fantasy born of a young girl in a desperate life?

"Really, can I do it?"

Joan of Arc lying on the ground looked at the sun in the sky through her fingers.

Even though it was covered by her palms, the sun hanging high in the sky was still so dazzling that she couldn't open her eyes because of its brilliance.

Yes, the one who can save France must be someone as bright as the sun.

As for an ordinary village girl like her, perhaps she should stay in the village, take care of her husband and children like her mother, and live through this life like an ordinary peasant woman...

"……Um?"

Jeanne froze suddenly.

Just because the dazzling sunlight disappeared before my eyes.

The warm sunlight was covered and replaced by a huge shadow. The figure with his back to the sun looked so tall at this moment, even the air had a chilling aura faintly.

The startled Joan of Arc hurriedly wanted to get up, but she still remembered that her training was still a few items short of finishing.

But before she could stand up exhausted, a steady voice sounded in front of her.

"It can be done."

"Varied……"

The tired Joan of Arc was still a little sluggish in her reaction, and she couldn't react for a while.

But immediately, the voice seemed to hear her doubts, and said it again.

"If you can do it, you can do it. Whether it's staying in the village or saving France, as long as you want to do it, you can do it."

"But, I..."

Joan opened her mouth, but finally lay back and closed her eyes.

"I can't, I can't do it, it's too far away..."

"The militiamen said they couldn't do it, but they did it anyway."

Dupin still looked indifferent.

"If you don't try it, how do you know that you are really not good? Your talent is much stronger than those militiamen. You should have more room to display... Don Remy is too small, so small that you You don’t even have the courage to dream, that’s not okay.”

Saying this, Dupin pulled Joan up from the ground.

"At first I wanted to see your own choice, but now it seems that your knowledge has limited your thoughts, and it is not good for you to continue to stay in this small village. It is time for you to go and see more The scenery is far away."

"Really, can I do it?"

Joan of Arc, who was pulled up, had to open her eyes, looking at the plainly dressed stranger in front of her, whose appearance was not ordinary at all.

"Can a person like me really do it?"

"What do you call a person like you? Everyone is an ordinary person."

Dupin shook his head.

"We are all ordinary people, it's just our choice, there is a possibility of making us extraordinary... Those militiamen made a choice, so they did it, now it's your words..."

The moment their eyes met, Joan heard the sound of her heart being beaten.

"You can do it, I believe you can."

"what……"

Joan lowered her head, hiding the water marks on her face in the shadows.

"Okay, I promise you."

"What promise me?"

Dupin frowned.

"You think again?"

"I promise...no, I mean, I believe in myself too!"

Taking a deep breath, Joan raised her head abruptly.