Fujimaru Rika and his three men found the way along the direction of the French army's escape, and finally found the city.
But what comes into view is not the solid city wall, but rather the ruins that have been ravaged by something.
The entire outer wall was broken and there were even many on it - like a gap torn by the claws of wild beasts?
"What happened here? Logically speaking, it should be during the armistice." Lawrence's life was not very long since this period of history, so we need to know more.
"You can vaguely see from the gap that many injured soldiers in the city." Marthur was blessed by Lawrence's second treasure and looked at it carefully.
"Anyway, the investigation must be launched. Caster, can you ask you to negotiate with the other party?"
"learn."
The French army guarding the city gate saw three beautiful women rushing towards the city. Not only was they not happy, but they picked up their weapons in horror.
"Why... is here again?" The French army at the city gate raised their weapons in fear and rushed to Lawrence who was walking in the front.
Lawrence politely greeted the French army while noting the "Another" and said: "Bonjour (Hello), we are a team of travelers."
The French army immediately breathed a sigh of relief when they heard the familiar and friendly French.
"We won't hurt you, nor do we want to be hurt. We just want to ask for some information, so please put down our weapons, okay?" Lawrence opened his hands and signaled that there was no weapon on his body.
The French soldier carefully observed the three people. Lawrence was wearing a skirt and looked like a noble lady. The one wearing leather armor was probably a guard?
Marthu was holding a huge black shield, and that thing was still very deterrent. Peaceful negotiations did not necessarily require this thing, but it must be held in his hand.
The French soldier took back his spear and leaned against the city wall, looking a little tired, but he always put down his vigilance: "It turns out it's not an enemy... It's great."
"Well, it feels quite smooth." Fujimaru Takika smiled.
Dr. Roman whispered: "I believe Lawrence so easily, I am afraid I either lose my mind or lose too much physical strength."
Fujimaru Rika touched her chin: "It should be the second type. All the soldiers in the city, including this French army, feel exhausted."
"Is it still in the war stage? Did Charles VII not sign a truce treaty?" Lawrence asked, and he had just arrived at the special point, and what he needed most was intelligence.
The soldiers were a little surprised: "Don't you know? King Charlie is dead."
"Dead?" Lawrence frowned, "When did it happen?"
"It's been half a month, I was burned to death by the witch's flames."
"We are from other cities and don't know much about it. Can you tell me in detail?" Lawrence condensed a gem, pretended to take it out from behind, and handed it to the French soldier.
When the French soldiers saw the gem, their eyes lit up, but their eyes dimmed again and they did not take the gem.
"I think you are all noble people, and I don't deceive you."
“This country is over.”
"The Witch is Joan of Arc."
"That adult, she has been resurrected as the 'Dragon Witch'."
"Her flames burned half of France, and the English army had already retreated, leaving us natives behind."
The French soldiers looked a little decadent: "The abominable British people still have a place to run, but where can we, who are born and raised, escape? Miss, please take back the gems. I just have the difference between death tomorrow and death the day after tomorrow. I have long since used these goods."
"Joan of Arc...the witch?" Mathieu was a little confused.
She knew a lot of knowledge, but none of them could connect "Joan of Arc" and "Witch".
"This is a special point, let's hear what that guy said first." Fujimaru Rika looked at the French soldier with a hint of pity, but she closed her eyes and resumed her thinking, "If it was a distorted history, it would not be impossible for Joan of Arc to be established."
“It makes sense.”
As soon as Mathul finished speaking, he saw the French soldier picking up his weapon again in horror: "It's them... they are here again!"
Several people quickly turned around and looked.
A team of people dressed like French soldiers came towards the fortress, but their movements looked stiff and unnatural.
"It's a magic reaction, those guys are magical creatures!" Doctor Roman reminded.
Lawrence can also identify these things: "This is something made by the human corpse mixed with magic...that is, zombies, Math, I'll leave it to you."
"Okay, Miss Lawrence." Marthur knew that when others were there, it was not convenient for Lawrence to do it. After all, that kind of method could be called magic.
Fortunately, there are not many zombies and are slow to move. Mashu's shield can easily hit real.
This is different from before, Mashu can let go of the fight.
"Master, are you okay?" Lawrence leaned over to Fujimaru Rika, a little worried about the little girl's mental state.
Although it was a corpse, it was a human corpse after all. Under the slap of Mashu's shield, it was broken and flesh and blood flew everywhere. Lawrence was worried that Fujimaru Rika could not stand it.
"Oh? Am I? Ah, caster, you are too worried. Although you really feel a little uncomfortable, I have already realized it. Miss Lawrence doesn't have to worry." Fujimaru Rika was stunned for a moment, and reflected on it, and comforted Lawrence.
Lawrence didn't know what to say, so he touched Fujimaru Rika's head.
"...Huh, thank you for your hard work." After destroying all the zombies, Masch thanked several French soldiers who helped.
"No, we should thank you." French soldiers smiled friendlyly at the few people.
"But then again, you can actually fight against those guys." The zombies' strength, due to magic, is much larger than that of humans.
“…I’m just used to it.”
"By the way, we have one more thing to know."
Lawrence came over again.
Mathieu asked: "Is it true that Joan of Resurrection?"
The French soldier who was asked was a little flattered. After all, he just saw how this girl with a big leather armor and shield killed everyone in the pile of zombies.
"It's true." He nodded and confirmed, "I've participated in the Orleans siege and ceremony, and I remember it very clearly."
"Although the hair color and skin color are different, that look... is undoubtedly the former Saint."
"She was captured by England and was stolen under the eyes of the masses, and I was almost pissed to death."
At this time, a white-armored girl appeared from the other side of the city wall.
Chapter completed!