"Is that so? Is this what happened on the battlefield of Rasharitai..."
"A servant exactly like me, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
Joan of Arc held his forehead and laughed wildly.
"That's it, so that's it!"
"It's so funny, it's just so funny!"
Joan of Arc sat on the throne, covering his stomach and laughing. Below, the spearmen who were once again exerted a madness were standing and continuing to report.
Several other crazy followers stood aside and remained silent.
Jill de Ray stood aside with a smile, looking at Joan of Arc with a hint of longing and fanaticism.
It took a while before Joan of Arc became quiet.
"Ahhh, I walked with another weak and humble me, and there was a servant with a shield, a strong caster and an unknown master, right?"
"Yes, so, my master, what are your plans?" Vlad III's elegant expression could be seen with a trace of bloody murderous intent.
He is a strong man, and even a bloodthirsty vampire.
He was forced to weaken by the caster and was then slapped out by the little girl Shield Soldier.
Vlad III listed this as his own shame.
During the previous battles, he had always maintained a fighting style that was more relaxed and freehand, fighting with Mashu slowly and enjoying the battle on another battlefield.
Then Mashu's shield let him know what a young man is, don't be too arrogant.
Looking at the hidden anger under Vlad III's smile, Joan of Arc smiled.
"No need to remind me, I naturally understand this truth. Tsk, I really want to rush to me now and see my holy face."
"And that guy from the Dark Anonymous was actually killed... It's such a waste." Black Joan of Arc snorted coldly.
"Does my holy virgin need to summon the follower again?" Gil de Lei advised.
"Well, I plan to use the Holy Grail to summon a few followers again." Joan of Black Arc was not so sharp to Jill de Ray, and nodded.
Take out the Holy Grail, and after Black Joan of Arc walked to the throne, he used the summoning formation before.
......
"...human history is used as fuel..." Camilla frowned and repeated the facts that Lawrence said.
The exchange of intelligence has ended. After learning about what had happened, Camilla told her that she had basically told her.
Her camp belongs to Chaos and Evil, but from the perspective of historical figures, Camilla is a follower of human history after all.
Although Ze'an's character allows her to follow Joan of Arc to destroy France without any guilt, since she has been forced to change jobs to the Chaldean side, it would be nice to help them.
Besides... she was also unhappy with the woman who had just summoned her and forced to put on the shackles.
Although Lawrence looks quite owed.
Camilla looked at Fujimaru Rika with a low look on her face: "I will admit that this little girl is my master."
Fujimaru Rika smiled.
Both Mathue and Joan of Arc were happy.
"But..." Camilla licked her lips. At this time, she was not wearing a mask. Her tiger teeth reflected her bright red lips. She looked at Fujimaru Rika with her eyes moving, "Sign up a contract with the vampire, beware that two holes appear behind her neck."
"It's okay." Fujimaru Rika has no other advantage, but she is particularly able to endure hardships. In the past two days in France, and the previous Tomoki, they almost all walked down with her legs. "As long as you can serve us, so what if you suck some blood for you."
Lawrence reached out to stop Mashew, who was a little anxious.
Looking at Fujimaru Rika's firm eyes, Camilla was stunned.
"How did a little girl of your age get such a look..."
"This kind of look was entrusted to me by others." Fujimaru Rika smiled happily.
Several faces flowed through my mind.
Cuchulin, Anno, Mathue, the Black King Arthur, and Olga Mary, and Dr. Romani Archman asked when they were willing to carry the mission of restoring human history.
She is firm and unhesitant, and will remain as always in the future.
Lawrence looked at his Lord with a smile.
Before coming to the French special point, she had a long conversation with Leonardo da Vinci and Roman.
Both of them praised Fujimaru Rika.
Your own master will definitely not be an outstanding person.
On the contrary, without hesitation, in absolute despair, Fujimaru Rika, who was the only hope to bear such a great responsibility, may... be the one who deserves the most respect.
Joan of Arc clapped his hands and shouted several people: "Then, let's think about what to do next."
"Well, we need more plans to enter Orleans..." Fujimaru Takika nodded.
......
After discussing some matters, in order to relieve fatigue, Fujimaru Rika leaned beside a tree and fell asleep quickly.
Mathus stayed beside her and watched.
Camilla sat in an open space, not knowing what she was thinking.
"Madame Bartori." Joan of Arc's voice came from behind.
Camilla didn't turn her head, but said quietly: "It's not a good choice to be alone with a vampire in the dark."
"It's okay, I'm here too, you are not alone." It's crisp and pleasant, but a sound of beating in Camilla's ears came.
"Tsk." She smashed her mouth a little annoyed.
Lawrence's diamond fist left a lot of impression on her.
Moreover, as a dark man who is good at killing with one blow, the assassination will be resisted by a weak magician...
Well, it's not too weak.
Both Lawrence and Camilla's clothing have a strong aristocratic style, but one looks bloody and tyrannical, and the other looks elegant and shining.
"I hate you, Lawrence, even if I knew you during my lifetime, I would hate you." Camilla said bluntly.
Joan of Arc was sandwiched between two big shots, and didn't know what to say, so he had no sense of existence.
"...It's such an honor." Lawrence smiled, a bitter smile.
She sat not far from Camilla, looking up at the night sky.
"This is for you." Lawrence threw a small crystal bottle to Camilla.
Camilla raised her hand and caught the thing Lawrence threw to her.
"This is my magic, a healing type of magic. The path we take will definitely be accompanied by a lot of battles. I can't give you a boost state at any time, so, with this, just in case, because I can only drink it once in a short time, so I won't give it to you more."
Joan of Arc looked at Lawrence and Camilla, not knowing what he was thinking.
Black Joan of Arc, huge evil dragon, numerous servants...
What is the road ahead?
Chapter completed!