After listening to Marda's information, Fujimaru Rika fell into thinking, while the others looked different.
"Samson..." Mary sighed.
The end of her life was a cold face and a falling guillotine.
She was afraid of Sansong and hated the guillotine even more.
But now Sanson is also in France, and is undoubtedly a servant of the enemy...
Mary was a little scared, so scared that she was a little trembling.
Mozart came over and held Mary's hand: "Please don't be afraid, my queen."
"......Hmm." If it were normal, Mary would definitely say that Mozart pretended to be a prank, but now she just clenched Mozart's hand silently.
Moreover, in addition to Sanson's accident, the name Dion also surprised Mary.
She must have known Dion, the beautiful girl knight, and she had also personally awarded her medals.
Joan of Arc was also silent.
"Gil..." she murmured to herself with a heartache.
Jill de Lei is the most loyal and warlike general around her, her best friend and most reliable subordinate. During her lifetime, many military operations would not be able to be carried out even if it weren't for Jill de Lei, let alone breaking out the reputation of the [Sacrifice of the Country].
As someone who can be said to know Jill de Ray the most, Joan of Arc felt very sensitively that there were many strange things in this.
Roman's sideburns were covered with a drop of cold sweat: "It's true, every servant of the other party is really not simple..."
"Knight Dion, Greek huntress Atalante, Vlad III, each of them is a famous figure..." Mathus frowned.
"Yes..." Lawrence held his chin, "and besides the combat power of at least five cavalry servants on the other side, that giant dragon is the biggest obstacle at present."
"Fafner, who was just made out by Joan of Black Arc, is completely different from the monster wrapped in black gas now." Marda blinked and looked at Fujimaru Rika who was thinking, "That berserker should carry the concept of other top dragon species. Now we have to face is no longer the simple Fabner, but a more powerful creature."
"And, I have to say sorry, too." Marda lowered her face and covered her chest. "The only possibility of defeating Favner is to leave the court under the siege I participated in. This is a fatal mistake I made."
"Miss Marda was in a state of madness that she could not control herself. If you blamed you in that state, it would be my fault as the Lord." Fujimaru Rika helped Marda up and sighed.
"And, my plan still needs Miss Marda."
"...I understand, I will cooperate with you with all my strength." Marda stood up and looked at his Lord with holy and serious eyes.
"Thank you." Fujimaru Rika also found a place to sit down, "We actually have a lot of combat power."
"The lineup of nine servants is enough for us to do a lot of things." Lawrence smiled.
The Chaldean side's combat power is really quite good now. Massie and Lawrence were brought from Chaldean, and then Camilla and Marda were rebelled with the spell. The remaining five were summoned to this twisted France early, and now they have signed a temporary contract with Fujimaru Rika.
"Miss Marda, although the plan has not been formulated yet, I'll tell you my basic ideas." Fujimaru Rika chewed the jerky bite.
"Please tell me." After touching Tarask's head, Marda's expression was gentle.
"The dragon slayer is gone, so in addition to the dragon slaying hero, there is another way to kill the dragon."
"You mean..." Marda narrowed her eyes.
She seemed to understand a little.
"Create another dragon and let the two dragons compete." A light flashed in Fujimaru Rika's eyes, with a confident smile.
Marda looked at Tarask, who was much smaller than Fafna and looked very stupid, and couldn't help but smile: "Talask, do you want to restore your prestige before you followed me?"
Tarask was a little panicked: "Sister, what are you saying? I like you very much, don't hit me."
Marda glared at Tarask fiercely, and was so scared that Tarask quickly covered his head with his short hands.
Everyone: stare—
Marda instantly returned to the saint's appearance: "I mean, are you willing to help us fight against the terrifying dragon..."
Tarask was stunned.
"But, my current strength..."
"Safe, Mr. Tarask." Mathue also came over and touched the fluff on Tarask's neck. "We won't let you fight that thing without any preparation."
The hair feels pretty good!
Lawrence stood behind and smiled.
Since the strange black fog on the dragon's body was attached later, then...
Moreover, the strange behavior that the dragon showed at that time also puzzled Lawrence.
Both the two-legged flying dragons have the ability to spit fire, and as a high-ranking dragon species, Favna cannot do without it.
However, the flying altitude and speed of the dragon at that time could definitely be sent away with flames towards everyone in Chaldean. At that time, Lawrence planned to explode himself in Lingji and put the treasures on his own.
But it stopped, and the way it stopped was extremely weird.
It's like...fighting yourself?
Therefore, Lawrence infers that the dragon is imperfect, or even incomplete.
Marda was slightly silent.
Tarask's original strength...
How could the Son of Leviathan, a top dragon species, be weak?
If it weren't for God's help and his own iron fist, I could not remember to subdue it, let alone influence it.
"I will use my magic to strengthen Tarask, and Miss Marda, you must have a way to strengthen your treasure." Lawrence was also fiddling with the big turtle.
This kind of divine beast from the divine generation is rare, so please touch it more quickly.
Marda: "...well, I have it."
Tarask was a little shaken, but the hand that Marda placed on its neck grabbed a small piece of skin.
Tarask: I dare not move, I dare not move.
Her expression flashed for a moment and she returned to normal: "Don't worry, everyone, I know the severity of the matter in my heart."
"I understand, after all, it's a Saint Miss."
Camilla stood aside and captured the unnatural moment of Marda.
...It seems that the [method] is either extremely expensive or difficult to manipulate.
I hope you can really distinguish the priorities of things, my saint lady...
Without thinking too much, Camilla went to the sidelines with Elizabeth again. She now regretted why she was soft-hearted and released this guy from the Iron Virgin. This is simply a walking dark history!
Joan of Arc smiled. It seemed that everyone was full of energy and could see hope!
Chapter completed!