One Hundred and Seventy-Six Can You Bear It Calmly?
"——"
In the camp, the dignified air is permeating everywhere.
Because, all the soldiers of the French army were holding weapons, and they were surrounding Luo Zhen and his party who came down from the eagle's back.
Even if she took Fufu who jumped happily from the back of the eagle into her arms, and Mash who came to Rozen, she was surrounded by the French army.
The reason is simple.
"That...is that
"Hateful witch...!"
"Killed so many of our compatriots...How dare you appear here...!?"
One by one, the soldiers uttered hateful words while fearing, even though their hands were trembling, they still surrounded Luo Zhen and his party.
And the person they were targeting was naturally Joan of Arc.
"..."
Faced with this unreasonable treatment, Joan of Arc chose to remain silent.
Just because, Joan of Arc knows that the current situation cannot be explained by just explaining it.
It was the witch who had the appearance of Joan of Arc who ravaged the whole of France.
This is something that is known throughout France.
That being the case, when Joan of Arc appeared here, she would naturally receive such treatment.
Even if Luo Zhen is with him, that's the same.
And since Joan of Arc chose to remain silent, Mary and Amadeus naturally couldn't say anything, and could only watch from the sidelines, worried and calm.
Even Luo Zhen didn't make a sound at this time.
It's not that Luo Zhen wants to let the situation unfold, but he knows that someone will stand up.
"Stop!"
Jill walked up from the rear as if wanting to separate the army.
"marshal!"
"marshal!"
The soldiers suddenly found the backbone, and focused their attention on Jill.
Facing the eyes of all the subordinates present, Jill's eyes only stayed on Joan of Arc.
"Joan of Arc..." Jill said with some hesitation and excitement, "Are you really Joan of Arc?"
Obviously, Jill is also confirming something.
For this best comrade-in-arms in life, Joan of Arc seemed unable to keep silent.
"Jill..." Joan could only raise her head, meet Jill's gaze, and smiled softly, "Long time no see."
familiar smile.
familiar voice.
familiar feeling.
All these poured into Jill's heart, and finally Jill couldn't bear the excitement.
"I knew it...! I knew it...! Jeanne...!"
Jill stepped forward with tears in her eyes.
"I knew you weren't dead yet!"
It seems that Jill has misunderstood something.
Joan of Arc exposed this point without hesitation.
"No, I am indeed dead." Joan of Arc looked directly at Jill, and said: "What is in front of you now is nothing but residues, illusions, and memories of the past left over, Jill, please don't take chances, this It is my destiny, irreversible."
Without explaining the principles of Servants and Heroic Spirits, Joan announced her existence to Jill in this way.
"But...but...!"
Gilton became even more excited, and even a little uncontrollable.
Looking at Jill like this, aside from the others, Luo Zhen was silent in his heart.
Recalling the caster's servant he met in Orleans, recalling the madness of that servant, and looking at the marshal who will become like that sooner or later, Luo Zhen suddenly understood a little bit.
(In the heart of the marshal, Joan of Arc is really enough to affect the trajectory of life.)
Even though he had already seen Joan of Arc who turned into a witch in Orleans, and also saw her cruelty and hatred, the marshal still made no secret of his excitement and expectation when he saw Joan of Arc who looked exactly like her, Not to mention that the soldiers were not ordered to attack. No wonder the Marshal went completely mad after accepting the death of Joan of Arc, becoming an abominable murderer and blasphemer.
Now, the marshal has not reached that point, but if it continues like this, it will be a matter of time, right?
Joan should know this all too well.
However, the saint still did not intend to give Jill too much expectation and expectation, but let him look directly at reality.
"Sorry, Jill."
Joan of Arc said these words in a complicated manner.
"Let's find a way to deal with
Jeanne just said so.
"Jeanne..."
Jill opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but couldn't even say a word.
"marshal!"
"marshal!"
The French soldiers who surrounded Joan of Arc spoke to Jill one after another.
Presumably, these soldiers were also at a loss, why didn't Jill give the order?
Jill, who was awakened by the soldiers, took a deep breath, and raised her hands as if forcing herself to calm down.
"lay down your weapon."
Jill gave such an order.
"marshal!?"
The soldiers suddenly became astonished.
In this regard, Jill just said coldly.
"The situation doesn't seem to be as simple as we imagined. Listen to my order first, I have a measure."
Jill's words made the soldiers look at each other in blank dismay.
Finally, the soldiers put away their weapons.
However, everyone's eyes on Joan of Arc were still full of hatred and fear.
No one would understand what those gazes meant in Joan's eyes.
After all, since the soldiers in front of them obeyed Jill's orders, they must have obeyed Joan's orders in the past.
In other words, the French army in front of me had also fought on the battlefield with Joan of Arc in the past, and charged into battle together.
It is precisely because of this that these soldiers hated so much when they learned that Joan of Arc had turned into a witch to take revenge on France.
But Joan was innocent.
Innocent throughout.
Isn't it unreasonable to bear such hatred now?
Even though she was betrayed by France, she still involuntarily stood up when France was in danger, and prepared to fight the threat of the
Mary, at least, was a little uncomfortable.
"Jeanne..."
Marie spoke to Joan of Arc.
Unfortunately, Joan shook her head.
"It's okay, Mary." Joan of Arc smiled slightly and said, "We are already heroic spirits, and we belong to the past. We can't take it away whether it's hatred or gratitude. Therefore, we only need to complete our mission and the rest will be fine. Let the Lord arrange it."
Whether it is hatred or evil thoughts, this saint seems to be ready to bear it alone.
It is because of this that Joan of Arc is so great.
At this point, Luo Zhen really began to admire this saint.
(If it were me, would I be able to bear everything so calmly?)
Luo Zhen was a little confused thinking about such things.
Shaking his head, Luo Zhen suppressed the thoughts in his heart, then turned his head and looked at Matthew.
"Matthew, are you alright?"
Hearing this, Mash showed a peaceful smile.
"Yes, senior."
Matthew only gave such a short answer.
Luo Zhen didn't know how this girl who was afraid of fighting survived alone during her absence.
However, there is one thing that Luo really can be sure of.
"Leave it to me next."
Luo Zhen just touched Matthew's head.
Matthew was startled for a moment, and then her pretty face completely relaxed.
"yes!"
Matthew nodded heavily.
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