Your type of online game is too fake, right?

"……Peace."

After a moment of silence, Joan nodded.

That's right, this kind of thing is not something that needs to be regarded as a problem. No matter whether the prophecy is true or not, no matter whether her strength is bestowed by an angel or not, at least at this moment, she really wants to let this The land is back to peace, isn't it?

"That's the thing, so it doesn't matter whether it's true or false."

The voice of the stranger rang in Joan's ears again.

"What's really important is how you choose. Your choice determines which path you will take in the future."

"My... choice?"

Seeing the castle gate gradually opening in front of her, Jeanne clenched her fists subconsciously.

In the eyes of Joan of Arc, the gate of the castle in front of her inexplicably changed into the appearance of Domremy, those days of blood and fire, those desperate times, that bloody night, the corpses everywhere, and the bloody Stranger.

Somebody has to end it all.

This is a matter for the French, so we can't always ask that foreigner to help us, can we?

"I come."

Saying this, Joan took the lead and stepped into the gate of the castle.

The Battle of Orleans, the Hundred Years' War of the Evil Dragon: Chapter 34 Chapter 34

Crown Prince Charlie is a suspicious person, which may be related to his early experience.

From the time he was born, France was in civil strife. The Burgundian faction and the Armagnac faction fought for power and refused to give in to each other, and the assassins they sent made the whole of France bloody. Crown Prince Charlie was still young, and the ups and downs outside had nothing to do with him strictly, but his father, Charles VI, was a psychopath.

His father's mental state was not very good, which made Crown Prince Charlie need to worry about urinating since he was a child. He finally survived until he grew up a little, but the war started at this time.

That year, Crown Prince Charles was 12 years old, and he was full of expectations for the future, just like the people of France were full of expectations for that war—no matter how rampant the Englishmen who crossed the sea were, the French army at that time was still There are many soldiers and generals, and the military strength alone has already crushed the opponent. It is said that there was an army of [-] regular soldiers at that time.

The English, however, only have a poor 9000 people, or even 6000 people. After all, marchers always like to exaggerate their strength to intimidate the enemy-but no matter whether it is 6000 people or 9000 people, it is impossible to defeat 6000 people No matter how you look at it, I have the advantage in this battle, and I simply don't know how to lose.

Then, the French army was defeated.

The English longbowmen shot and killed tens of thousands of French soldiers in front of the battle, and directly shot off the backbone of the French. After this battle, France had no power to fight back, and even the capital Paris had been reduced to an enemy-occupied area.

And as the crown prince, Charlie also fled all the way, running all the way, from his youth at the age of sixteen or seventeen to now at the age of 26, he still has not achieved an inch, and even his throne is not recognized, even the French themselves Not quite acknowledging his identity.

Otherwise he should have become king long ago, after all his father Charles VI died when he was 19 years old.But until now, he has not had a formal coronation ceremony, which has directly caused him to continue to embarrassingly bear the status of a crown prince even though he is 26 years old.

"So... I want to, I really want to."

In the living room that was cleaned up, Crown Prince Charlie, dressed as a minister, couldn't help but sigh.

"In my dreams, I want to change the identity of this king into a real one, so I can't die here no matter what."

"Uh... I can help you! I can get you more money!"

Beside Crown Prince Charlie, Cole in luxurious clothes was pressed on the throne, quite embarrassed.

"Let's forget about this kind of thing. I will guarantee it with my life. The person who came this time is really not an assassin, but just an ordinary village girl with her followers..."

"Yeah, aren't you just putting your life on the line now?"

Crown Prince Charlie's eyes narrowed.

Although he trusted Cole and even gave Cole a royal franchise, it didn't mean he would listen to everything—in fact, he had already begun to feel Something was wrong, it was too blunt, and too obvious, and the thought of wanting him to meet with the inside and outside of the words made him even more frightened.

It may not matter if ordinary people meet each other, just because ordinary people don’t have so much pressure on their lives, but his words are different. If he is killed by an assassin within five steps, then the last French Yu Hui will also disappear here. You must know that the English have already completed a full set of procedures, and they have gone through the legal process. Fortunately, he is still alive, so no one recognizes them.

"So, you are in charge of receiving the person you call."

Crown Prince Charlie leaned into Cole's ear and lowered his voice.

"Not everyone can sit in this seat, feel it well."

"me……"

Cole was so anxious that he couldn't speak for a long time. Now he only regrets why he was greedy for the half bag of gold coins. If it wasn't for the crown prince's personal guard who handed him half a bag of gold coins and asked him to help him with a few words, he wouldn't be like Now being pressed on the throne like this, pretending to be a double to block the knife.

Although, in theory, that team doesn't look like an assassin... But what if they are assassins?

If it was really an assassin, wouldn't he be the one who died?

"I……"

"What are you! People are coming!"

Crown Prince Charlie stared at Cole.

"Pretend it! Don't let them find out who I am! Otherwise, if an assassin finds me, you'll lose your head!"

"Ah? This..."

Cole's hands and feet were numb in anxiety. He is not an idiot who can bring business into the court. If he really dares to use his status as the crown prince to say something that should not be said, he will lose his head.

So the question is, what should not be said for a crown prince?

"My lord, I have already brought you here."

A guard opened the door and came in, reporting in a low voice.

"Should I tell them to wait a while, or say now..."

"Let them in."

Taking a deep breath, Cole straightened his face and prepared to play dead.

The sudden unfamiliar voice startled the guards, and Cole, who was sitting on the throne, was so startled that the guards almost drew their swords on the spot—the guards didn’t realize until they saw Crown Prince Charlie who was hiding beside Cole and winking. It may be that two people want to play some flowers.

It's all about big shots, a mere guard wouldn't dare to talk too much, he just knows to bring people in quickly, and then run away quickly.

And Joan of Arc, under the guidance of the guards, came to this castle that she had thought of more than many times for the first time.

"I've always thought that I might be named a general on such an occasion... Ha, just kidding, I mean it would be nice to have some soldiers for me."

Joan lowered her voice and whispered, her fists clenched tightly.

But immediately, she felt that someone squeezed her hand from behind.

It was the stranger, she recognized the touch.

"Don't be nervous, just deal with it normally, just a king."

"……Um."

Listening to the steady voice behind her, Joan was relieved a lot.

It's just that Joan's peace of mind doesn't mean the two people behind him are at ease.

"It looks like I'm going to salute later..."

Looking at the figure sitting on the throne in front of him, Lao Luo was inexplicably surprised.

"Abin, Brother Bin, please, come along for a while, don't mess around, okay?"

"Ah? You mean, you want to kneel?"

Dubin froze for a moment, then shook his head again and again.

"That can't, I don't kneel. I never kneeled when I went to my grandfather's grave. The old man never let me engage in these feudal superstitions since I was a child. Kneel if you want."

"...Forget it, I won't kneel."

Lao Luo frowned, and simply chose to play badly.

Although he didn't have anything special to say, Du Bin didn't intend to kneel any more. If he knelt first, wouldn't it be embarrassing?

But if you don't kneel or kneel, you have to find a plausible explanation. At least try to make the scene as good as possible, and don't make trouble because of such a trivial matter.

"Hey, there is."

Lao Luo with high EQ found a good place at a glance.

That was the direction to the side of the throne, a rather dark place, and they could not only avoid face-to-face with the figure on the throne by going to the side, but also use their entourage to explain the reason for not kneeling - of course , the main reason is that there is already someone standing there, that person who looks like a close official of the royal family, who also started messing around at that stop.

This is great, it's better to hang out alone than three people.

So after three seconds, Du Bin and Lao Luo squeezed the man who looked like a close servant of the royal family between them.

Looking at the two tall and strong men with big arms and round waists, the Crown Prince Charlie, who was dressed as a close minister, was sweating.

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The Battle of Orleans, the Hundred Years' War of the Evil Dragon: Chapter 35 Chapter 35

Once upon a time, Crown Prince Charlie didn't believe in so-called prophecies. After all, no matter how poor he was, he was still a crown prince. The so-called prophecies that could be delivered to his face every year were eight hundred if not one thousand, and he naturally knew that these so-called magic sticks Basically unreliable, everyone just wants to slaughter him as a fat pig.

Only this time, when he saw the three people who came in, Crown Prince Charlie was in a daze.

"Tart, Tartar!"

Crown Prince Charlie even exclaimed on the spot when he saw Dupin's black-haired, black-eyed appearance and the apparently oriental robe.

"How do you talk? So unqualified? Open your mouth and swear?"

Dubin frowned at that moment.

"Who are you talking about Tartars? I'm Han... what are you doing, Lao Luo? He scolded me first."

"No, he doesn't understand this, what are you doing with him..."

Lao Luo, who was startled, quickly stopped Du Bin, for fear that Du Bin would get angry and perform a blood-splattered five steps on the spot.

"After all, he is the king's minister. If he makes too much trouble, it will be difficult to do the task. Don't, listen to my advice, just take it for the task and give the king a face."

"What's wrong with the king, it's not that I haven't beaten the king before."

Although he was still swearing, Dubin also knew the priorities, so he just stopped there and regarded it as a scene animation.

Lao Luo couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. You must know that he even felt that Dubin was about to make a move just now-if they really fought against the French royal family at this time, their mission might end on the spot.

So let's talk about the scene and cover it up. It's time to use your emotional intelligence.

"That's his temper, he's more straight-tempered, I'm sorry for him here."