I, Wang Ha, the Assassin of Three Red Warriors

When the taxi driver heard that Jeanne d'Arc was going to Paris's international airport, he was overjoyed immediately. This trip was a big job to earn money.

But Leticia, who was diligent and thrifty, immediately blew up the pot and couldn't help shouting.

"Miss Jeanne Alter, what are you doing!? French taxis are very expensive, and they go directly to Paris from here... Don't we, don't we have to buy a ticket to London?"

Leticia couldn't bear to be angry, because Joan of Arc now spends all the money she saved from frugality.

And Leticia is just an ordinary female high school student, and her family is not very rich, she can only be regarded as a country girl.

Therefore, after seeing Black Joan's prodigal behavior, Leticia couldn't sit still, and wanted to stop the other party's bad behavior.

"Hiss—!" Hei Zhende sucked in air, rubbed her temples, and complained, "Don't yell so loud all of a sudden, and you can call me Hei Zhen or Jenny in the future, and you don't have to worry about money. I have my own solution."

"What way?" Leticia asked dubiously, she was a little worried that this wicked witch had come up with some bad idea again.

"What? Don't believe me?" Black Joan curled her lips in dissatisfaction, and threatened: "Believe it or not, when I pat my ass and leave seven days later, I will leave you with a bill that you will never be able to pay in your life? At that time, you will Take you little guy and sell it to pay off your debts, and you will be a nobleman's maid for the rest of your life."

"Sorry, Miss Heizhen." Leticia was not intimidated by Heizhen, and replied calmly: "Now there are no nobles."

"Well, that's what it means anyway, do you understand? Besides, even if the nobles disappear, the rich will never disappear."

Leticia was once again silenced by Black Jeanne's sharp words. Although she, a JK, is not very good at math, she is good at history.

In history, there are countless cases where children were forced to sell their sons and daughters because they did not have enough money from knights, nobles and merchants.

In silence, the taxi arrived at Paris International Airport, and Leticia was waiting to see how Joan of Arc would solve the problem of the fare.

Before the taxi driver could report the number, Joan of Arc snapped his fingers just as the taxi driver turned his head to look.

"Now you're going to drive all the way back to where you started and forget about me and everything along the way."

After speaking, Joan of Arc got out of the car with the suitcase, and the taxi driver returned as she said.

"???" Leticia was stunned, she never expected that Joan of Arc's method would be so simple and rude.

"What was that just now? Hypnotism? Mind control? No, no, this kind of thing is a crime!"

"To be precise, it's the witch's charm."

Black Joan explained kindly, her face was full of complacency.

"In the legends about witches or witches, don't they always say how beautiful they are? They have the ability to fascinate people, and this is the embodiment of the legend."

Joan of Arc was burned to death as a witch, and Joan of Arc was a veritable witch. It is very common for her to have the ability to charm.

"But, but even if the driver doesn't remember, the gasoline consumed can't lie, so what about his loss?"

"No one will bear his loss, but someone will bear the loss of that fool Joan of Arc? Oh, I forgot, you made her a saint."

When it comes to yin and yang, Black Joan is also very good at it. After saying this, she immediately launched a pursuit of victory without waiting for Letitia to refute.

"Since that's the case, then I'll unilaterally designate that uncle as a holy coachman, so that his loss can be avoided, right?"

Facing Black Joan's run on, Leticia really had nothing to say, because she was completely unable to defeat a selfish and immoral person.

Perhaps, Joan of Arc is not without conscience and morality, she only has no morals when facing France and England.

Likes are likes, hates are hates, Joan of Arc makes no secret of her likes and dislikes, and lives so straightforwardly and purely.

After entering the airport, Joan of Arc, who was proud and arrogant, felt a little confused, she didn't know where to go.

"Little girl, what should we do next? Forget it, just tell me where to go to get on the plane to London."

"Miss Heizhen, we should go to the ticket office to buy tickets now. If you want to go in directly, then go to the security check."

Although she was rendered speechless by Joan of Arc, she felt aggrieved and annoyed, but Leticia did not give up.

Thinking about it differently, if she was sent to the stake and burned to death, Leticia was not sure that she would be generous enough to forgive the betrayer.

"Security check? Oh, where is the security check? You can give me directions. Which direction should I go?"

"Well, it's my first time here too...do you want to see the sign? It should be clearly written on it."

Letitia even came to Paris for the first time, so naturally she didn't know what kind of layout and structure the interior of the international airport was.

However, after giving feasible suggestions, Leticia found that Joan of Arc stood still and did not move for a long time, and even blushed a little.

"Miss Heizhen, what's wrong with you?"

Leticia didn't understand what happened at all, but felt that Joan of Arc's mouth seemed to be whispering something.

"Well, I, I don't know how to read... What are those ghostly symbols written on it?"

After barely hearing Joan of Arc's words clearly, Leticia fell silent again.

Only then did she remember that the great Joan of Arc was just a country girl like herself.

It's just that the village girls in that era didn't have the channels to learn, and she was a serious high school student.

It is the struggle and sacrifice of the ancestors that enable them, the descendants, to enjoy such favorable living conditions.

At this moment, Leticia truly realized the meaning of Joan's sacrifice. That girl stepped onto the battlefield with the belief of saving the country.

"Go to the right and take the elevator upstairs. There is a flight to London in the morning. We can wait in the departure hall first."

"Oh, I see." Black Joan immediately took a step forward, concealing her embarrassment: "Isn't it good to have said that earlier?"

"Miss Hei Zhen wants to read and write?" Leticia suddenly asked, she could feel the embarrassment of Hei Zhen just now.

"Huh?" Black Joan obviously didn't expect Letitia to say this suddenly, and quickly denied it: "What's the use of me learning those things? There are no books for me to read on the Throne of Heroes, and I will go back in seven days Now, what can you do with this little time?"

What Joan of Arc said was indeed very reasonable, but Leticia did not give up her thoughts.

"Then at least, you should learn to read and write your own name, right?"

"Aren't you looking down on me a little too much? I can still do such trivial things as writing names."

Black Joan showed an impatient look on her face, she really didn't want to get too entangled in the fact that she was uneducated.

"However, that guy Joan of Arc can't. She is completely illiterate, not to mention writing, she doesn't even know how to recognize it."

This is one of the few aspects in which Joan of Arc can beat Joan of Arc, but Joan of Arc has never cared about this kind of ridicule.

Although she doesn't know how to read, Joan of Arc can roughly guess the meaning of the words by relying on the omnipotent revelation, and she has never lost her way.

With the witch's charm, Joan of Arc arrived at the waiting hall unimpeded all the way, and even sat in the luxurious first-class cabin after boarding the plane.

The two village girls had never had such a luxurious enjoyment, and even the innocent Leticia was somewhat corrupted by the luxury and money in front of her eyes.

"Dear Heavenly Father, please forgive me, forgive me, and help me, so that I can have the state of mind to resist the temptation of the devil, Amen!"

Joan of Arc was not as hypocritical as Letitia, and even specially rang the call bell to ask the flight attendant for fine wine and a hearty and delicious supper.

Anyway, it's all free prostitution, if you don't enjoy it, you will lose. This time, the mission of the adjudicator should be regarded as tourism.

"Well, when I get to London, I'm going to live in the top hotel, the one called the Presidential Suite!"

This time, Leticia didn't come out to sing a naysayer, anyway, even if she jumped out and said it, she couldn't change what Joan of Arc did.

That being the case, it might as well just lie down and enjoy it together, maybe this is the only experience in this life.

"Dear Heavenly Father, please forgive my fall, Amen..."

Chapter 754 The Black Whistle Project

The next day, in the morning.

Astronomy Section, Office of the Monarch.

Maris Billy handled the tedious work as usual, without the slightest hint of impatience on his face.

The Holy Grail War officially started last night, and there have even been quite fierce collisions among the servants.

It's just that the two sides are still in the stage of testing each other, and they seem to be uncertain about the strength of the other side.

Although he longed for the Holy Grail, Maris Billy did not worry about gains and losses, and did not contact his daughter or his eldest disciple impatiently.

To be honest, Maris Billy did not have much expectations for Olga Marie's performance, but he had great confidence in Kirshtalia's ability.

Therefore, no news is equivalent to the best news, which shows that Kirshtalia can still control the situation on his own.

Although Barthamello had set the rule that the monarch could not end in person, if the monarch really wanted to intervene, he didn't need to come in person.

Only a down-and-out family like the El-Melloi family needs the presence of the monarch in everything, while the rest of the monarchs have gathered huge and complex forces, factions, families, departments, in-laws... the clock tower is full of roots The wrong relationship is the extension of the hands of the monarchs.

Of course, when the students in El-Melloi's classroom gradually graduate, the relationship network belonging to El-Melloi II will gradually be formed.

This is also the reason why the monarch Meastia wants to get rid of Weber and his classroom quickly, because the El-Melloi family is becoming a real monarch.

Of course, Maris Billy didn't care about these things. The Animsphia family had always been hermits among monarchs, and they only focused on exploring astronomical theories.

Therefore, Maris Billy, who was interrupted from his work, was quite puzzled when a phone call from the Lord's Office of the Spirit Division rang.

"The phone number of the lord of the spirit department? Is it the new Miss Suzuki? Or the golden princess Lana who is acting as the agent? What do you want me for?"

The scheming Maris Billy thought subconsciously in his heart, picked up the microphone without delay, and put it to his ear.

"Hi, this is the Monarch's Office of the Astronomy Department. I'm Maris Billy Animsfia. What can I do?"

"Your Ann, Mr. Animsfia."

Suzuki Sakura's gentle and friendly voice sounded through the earpiece, straight to the point, explaining her purpose for coming here.

"I am Suzuki Sakura, Lord of the Spirit Division. This call is at the request of our master. I hope to share some important information with you and your master, so as to prevent the two sides from making some extreme actions due to misjudgment. "

"Hello, Miss Suzuki." Maris Billy responded politely, and then asked curiously: "Sharing important information? Sorry, I haven't received any news about the Holy Grail War, may I ask if it was last night?" What happened?"

"That's right." Suzuki Sakura explained unhurriedly: "Last night, there was an encounter between our Caster and your Shielder in the urban park, but at the same time, your Rider was killed Another unidentified Caster led to our position."

"Miss Suzuki, your consciousness means..." Maris Billy frowned upon hearing this, and immediately realized the key point: "Two servants of the Caster class appeared at the same time? And that unknown Caster made a Sowing dissension, planting and framing?"

"That's it." Suzuki Sakura said flatly, and replied very formulaically: "We can guarantee that this Caster who appeared from nowhere is definitely not our follower, and he was seriously injured by a sneak attack. From the perspective of your master, it may not be subordinate to you."

Having said that, what Suzuki Sakura wanted to convey to Maris Billy was clear enough, but she did not point out the existence of a third party.

After all, it is better for the nobles to verify the relevant information by themselves. Telling the conclusion directly will make others feel that the democrats are shirking responsibility.

In this incident, it is a clear fact that Mustard was seriously injured as a result of the sneak attack, and the democrats need to avoid being labeled as a thief calling for a thief.

"Thank you for your information, Miss Suzuki."

Maris Billy thanked him gracefully and made a solemn pledge.

"Please rest assured, I will convey the relevant information to our masters as soon as possible, and the specific actions will be left to their own judgment."

After hanging up the phone, Maris Billy didn't immediately start to deal with the work at hand, but leaned back on the chair and thought quietly.

"A third party? Could it be the guy from Meastia? But it may also be someone outside who is making trouble, such as the defected Hateres..."

Up to now, Maris Billy still remembers the meeting where Meastia dragged him into the water, and the suspicion on him has not been completely cleared up to now.

Over the years, although Meastia has been quite low-key, he can't hide the truth about what kind of person he is and what kind of ambition he is. It's just that he used to be only one acre in the ore department. Three points to toss, so everyone is too lazy to care.

But if Meastia really went too far, the monarchs can acquiesce in the Meastia family's usurpation of the ore department, and naturally they can deprive it of ownership.

As for Hartley, Maris Billy didn't know the great ideals of the other party, but he knew that he had the same interest in the Holy Grail as himself.

Adding in the incident of the magic eye collection train that caused a lot of noise last year, the probability that Hartress is a third-party hidden force is definitely not small.

"It's true that all the ghosts and ghosts have jumped out."

Maris Billy sighed with emotion, picked up the microphone and dialed the numbers.

"In any case, this Holy Grail War is an internal matter of the Clock Tower, and those who try to fish in troubled waters and take advantage of it must be excluded."

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In the detached villa, Kirshtalia put down the phone with a slightly dignified expression.

He only sent a gathering signal to the masters this morning, with the purpose of gathering information and finalizing the next plan.

But when the appointed time came, one of the masters was still missing, and he couldn't be reached by phone or communication magic.

Just when everyone felt that something was going wrong, Maris Billy called and conveyed the relevant information to Kirshtalia.

"Everyone, it seems that Ms. Kua Hinako will not be able to attend this meeting."

Kirshtalia first informed everyone about this, and then quickly turned his attention to Debit, confirming the authenticity of the information with him.

"Debit, did you and your followers encounter Caster in the urban park last night? What time is it? Tell me about the specific process."

Although Bazzett and Augergamarie felt strange, they suppressed it first, and turned their attention to Debit together.

"That's true." Debbie nodded, and recalled: "It was about half an hour after we separated. The opponent first appeared in the form of a warrior, and it was only during the battle that he transformed into a magician. In the end, it seemed that they had received some contact, and hurriedly evacuated."

"Appeared in the form of a warrior?" Kirshtalia was keenly aware of Huadian, and immediately asked: "Did you change your class?"