Joan of Arc was guided by Martha, and the tactics were left to Caesar, Alexander and Leonidas.
Yagi Xuezai's position was very awkward on both sides, so he simply didn't go there.
Obviously, Martha was communicating with a saint and a saint. He was neither a woman nor a saint, nor did he even believe in Christianity. It would be useless to go there by himself.
As for tactics, although Yagi really wanted to listen and enrich his tactical knowledge. However, with three professionals present, the conversation naturally focused on professional topics.
It's like three physics professors chatting about academics together. They must be full of advanced and obscure terms. Those who have never studied physics must be confused.
Leonidas was okay, but Caesar and Alexander really were. These two were like guessing charades. After listening to it for a while, it was foggy and boring. Yagi Xuesai sighed: Being a swordsman is more suitable for me.
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So, Yagi Yukisai walked on the streets of Bordeaux as if taking a leisurely stroll.
Of course, the streets are clean, but people still show a decadence that has nothing to do with this vitality. People who are looking forward to a savior and thirsting for salvation from others go about their daily work in a muddle-headed manner.
Not far away, I saw a black-haired archer with a hearty smile on the opposite side, holding a huge watermelon. He was followed by Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mashu. The three of them were talking and laughing as they walked this way. They saw Yagi.
Xue Zhai and Fujimaru Ritsuka waved their arms happily: "Yagi-senpai! Do you want to come and eat together?"
"Want to eat."
It doesn’t cost any money anyway, so why not eat?
With such a feeling of being a small citizen, Yagi Xuezhai naturally joined the melon-eating camp.
I casually returned to the base area - it was actually a converted monastery. Monasteries in this era often also served as orphanages. If they were to accommodate monks and children, they must have necessary living facilities. I randomly found a picture.
Yagi originally wanted to cut the table with the Holy Sword, but Arash refused with a subtle expression.
"We can't afford it. You should respect the Holy Sword!"
Yagi Xuezai recalled what he had done with the holy sword, and suddenly he began to feel guilty. If one day the holy sword user came back and wanted to return the sword, he would end up with a smell of pork, watermelon, etc. on his sword.
Shouldn't you chop yourself to death on the spot?
Arash still had a way. He clasped his knuckles and knocked. The servant's strength was far beyond that of human beings. With one blow, he smashed the watermelon into pieces, breaking it into seven or eight irregular pieces.
Regardless of the image, Arash chose a big piece from it, picked it up and started chewing it.
"Well, doesn't it have a different taste when you eat it like this?"
Arash smiled.
Yagi Xuezhai blinked his eyes several times, sighed, and said with a helpless smile: "Yes, that's the case. It's not bad to be bold sometimes."
"Ah... just use your hands..."
Fujimaru Ritsuka is a bit embarrassed. Girls are definitely different from men. They have to care about their image. If you don't think about it carefully, you will definitely have watermelon juice everywhere on your mouth, hands, etc. This is all good, hands.
You can wash it and your mouth, but...if it gets on your clothes...right? This is the Master uniform with the black dragon pattern that was just sewn when I came to France! It's very precious, okay?
When it came to Ma Xiu, he was as pure as a piece of paper. He followed suit and picked up a piece. He followed Arash's example and buried his head in the watermelon piece. He nibbled it in small mouths and squeezed it. The watermelon was sweet and sweet.
The juices splashed all over her face.
(Look! If you eat this way, your face will be covered with juice!)
Fujimaru Ritsuka thought so in her heart.
"Senior! This melon is so sweet!"
Looking up from the delicious food, Mash urged Fujimaru Ritsuka to eat too with a voice of surprise.
She usually only obtains knowledge from books. As of two years ago, she was still a living being who lived by ingesting synthetic nutritional foods and intravenous fluids. It is rare to be able to gain direct experience through [eating] like this.
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Of course, there are also watermelons in Chaldea.
But they were cut into small square pieces and frozen in the refrigerator. Although they tasted cool and delicious, they always felt like... there was something missing. It was completely incomparable to what I ate today.
(I don’t know if it’s because of the variety, the different planting conditions, or the different cutting methods? I have to let the seniors try it too!)
Matthew thought so in his heart.
Mashu's soft purple side hair, like the corners of her mouth, was stained with a lot of pink juice and was dripping down.
Fujimaru Ritsuka responded and decided that no matter what the appearance was, she might as well do as the Romans do.
Sometimes it's like this. You obviously have your own opinions in your heart, but because everyone else has done it, you should do it too! This kind of following the crowd will drive people to behave differently.
Although it has not been chilled or carefully cut, to be honest, the sweetness of watermelons grown by this old method cannot be compared with the watermelons grown through highly scientific calculations in the future.
However, there is a feeling that makes people want to stop.
Probably, this is the so-called atmosphere.
Just like the joke: Will the food taste better when you eat in a five-star hotel? No, it will become more expensive.
That's it. After all, when you eat in that environment, the atmosphere is different and you always feel a different feeling.
"Ah, it's so pleasant. While everyone is busy, just a few of us secretly eat desserts. Isn't this feeling particularly exciting?"
Arash smiled heartily and said this without any malice.
After he reminded me, it seemed like this. Among the several followers who came to this singularity, everyone was busy with their own things, but he was still paddling. Sure enough, this feeling was just like in class.
It’s like eating snacks secretly! It feels extra refreshing!
Yagi Sekssai and Fujimaru Ritsuka both clapped their hands: "I understand!"
When it came to Matthew, he was eating very happily, but when he heard what he said, he felt a little guilty again, and his face turned crimson, which was even brighter than the watermelon juice on the corner of his mouth.
"Well, Matthew, don't be so nervous!"
Fujimaru Ritsuka smiled, took out a handkerchief from his arms, and was about to wipe Mashu's mouth——
"Master Anzhen!! Use mine! Use my handkerchief!"
With a flick of the brush, a bluish-white figure jumped out from nowhere and suddenly appeared next to everyone in Chaldea. Needless to say, this must be Qing Ji.
Holding her own handkerchief in her hand, she exchanged it for the handkerchief in Fujimaru Ritsuka's hand with a look of joy on her face.
"This is Lady Anzhen's handkerchief! How could it be dirty? Hey hey hey..."
Qing Ji said, with a fanatical smile on her face, her expression gradually softened, and she directly stuffed the handkerchief into her arms.
"Master Anzhen, just use this handkerchief! Please, please!"
Fujimaru Ritsuka always felt that something was wrong, but she didn't know what to say. She could only smile awkwardly and wiped the watermelon juice from the corner of Mashu's mouth, leaving a blush on her handkerchief.