Dozens of minutes later, in the frontline military camp in France, in Joan of Arc's personal lounge, Arthur sat down.
The rest room in this camp is neatly arranged, but the things inside are very simple and have different styles. Joan of Arc had nothing when she went on the expedition. Everything she had was given by others, including the armor she is wearing now. This
It is natural that the tables and chairs in the room are of different styles.
"So, I said we should talk alone?" Arthur started to say, his eyes falling on the knight next to him.
"Demes, please step aside," Joan of Arc said to her adjutant.
"But, Holy Lady------"
"It doesn't matter. If Lord Michael wanted to harm me, he would have done it long ago." The girl said, "But on the contrary, he killed us, didn't he?"
Knight Demes did not refute, he thought about it, so he turned around and walked out.
"You go out too, Bedi." Arthur rolled his eyes at the big white wolf beside him.
"Wow?" Bedivere pretended not to understand and tilted his head to look at Arthur.
"Stop pretending, you stupid wolf." Arthur was a little unhappy.
"Wow." Bedivere still pretended to be innocent.
"Are you talking to a wolf, Lord Michael?" Joan of Arc looked at Arthur curiously.
"Ouch...forget it!" Arthur said angrily. It would be even more troublesome to explain Bedivere's affairs to others.
He then ignored Bedivere, turned to look at Joan of Arc, and began to say seriously: "You may not be able to understand what I am going to tell you now. But you have to believe me."
"Okay, please tell me, Lord Michael."
"Joan of Arc, or Greenville, it's time for you to come back to Great Britain with me." Arthur changed the topic and said: "You do not belong to this country, you do not belong to this era, you do not even belong to this world
.It is a mistake for you to continue to stay here, and it will mess up the cause and effect of this world. Come with me back to Great Britain nine hundred years ago, that is your true destination."
After hearing these nonsensical words from Arthur, the girl was stunned for a while.
"Although it sounds a bit incredible, I don't think Lord Michael is lying." Joan of Arc thought for a long time before replying: "But I'm sorry. I can't go back to Great Britain with you. Before my mission is completed, I
You can't leave."
"Oh? So you're going to stay in this hellish place and risk your life to fight for a group of people you don't know and a country you don't know?" Arthur couldn't help but feel funny: "You know, all this
Is it just a farce? Whether it is the British army invading France or the French army defending France, no one can represent true justice. This war is just an internal fight between the nobles of Britain and France to play with power. Both sides are the same.
nausea."
"I know very well, Lord Michael." The girl said, "Despite this, I still have to complete my mission."
"Unbelievable!" Arthur couldn't help but complain.
"I don't know if I really belong to the era you are talking about. But I was definitely born and raised in France. I spent my childhood in Orleans. I watched this country being ravaged by war, and I had to do something.
I don’t need to belong to this country or this era. I can also see the pain of this country and this era. I see the people of France living in dire straits, and I can’t leave them alone. I want to save everyone.
People, drive the British army out of France completely. For France, I would rather die than go home!"
After listening to the girl's words, Arthur frowned.
"Really? Is this your answer?" He sighed.
"Yes. Nothing can change my mind. I will never give up until I achieve my goal." The girl replied.
"It's exactly the same as before. You are always so stubborn and will not easily listen to others' advice." The young man muttered in a low voice: "What a troublesome woman."
"I'm really sorry, Lord Michael." Joan of Arc couldn't help showing a guilty expression, although there was no hint of guilt in her tone.
"Forget it!" The young man stood up from the chair angrily, turned around and left: "You can do whatever you like, I don't care! Let's see how far you can persist!"
Although he knew very well in his heart that his Queen Greenville was such a person. No matter what era it was, or how the identity changed, something in the human soul remained eternal.
"Lord Michael? Where are you going?" The girl wanted to stop the boy.
"I will not get involved in your war." Arthur said disdainfully: "We are destined (Kama) to meet again, Jeanne. Before that, take care of yourself and don't die."
After speaking, Arthur walked directly out of the tent and left the French military camp. He left with a vampire hunter and a wolf. No one in the French army dared to stop him. Perhaps they saw that Arthur had fought side by side with Joan of Arc.
Because of the past.
"Lord Aslan, what are your plans next?" Little Zuster did not hear the conversation between Arthur and Joan of Arc. He also followed him inexplicably now: "Don't you want to see the saint?
?What did you say to her? Why do you seem so angry?"
"I'm not angry, I really am not angry." Arthur said angrily.
"[I]?"
"Uh, it's nothing!" The blond boy waved his hand and quickened his pace. At this time, he had already reached their horses.
However, he thought for a while, turned around and said: "No, let's go our separate ways. Just go back to the base of the Meyerson Brotherhood first. Don't worry about me."
"But, Lord Aslan------"
"Make no mistake, Johnny." Arthur glared at little Zuster: "I have no obligation to stay in your brotherhood, and you have no obligation to always take care of me. I am not a child anymore. Do you think I
Can’t you even take care of yourself?”
Little Zuster was silent for a while, but he felt that Lord Aslan's words were reasonable, so he did not continue to argue: "Okay. It is true that our brotherhood cannot keep harassing you, Lord Aslan. After all, you also have your own mission and must
Go and finish it. Then...I will go back first."
He took out a bag as big as the palm of his hand: "There are some gold coins here. Let's use them as the brotherhood's financial support to Mr. Aslan for your temporary living expenses. Please use them with care. I also left the pony to you. Today
It is my lifelong honor, Johnny Zuster, to fight side by side with you, Lord Aslan, and eliminate the Tenth True Ancestor. We say goodbye for the time being. Please take care of yourself, Lord Aslan."
"Oh, see you later." Arthur was not polite to the other party and took the bag of gold coins.
Little Zuster left on a big brown horse, and Arthur also led a pony, far away from the French military camp and into the forest.
"It's been a busy day." Seeing no one else around, Bediwell said at this time: "Arthur, what are your plans next?"
"God knows." While holding the horse, the King of Knights also looked at the sky thoughtfully: "Bedi, how did you manage to find me in Turielburg so accurately?"
"The shadow of the crow released by Master Merlin guided me all the way." The big white wolf then replied: "I had just approached Turiel, and the shadow of the crow came and started leading the way without saying a word. The situation seemed
It was very critical, so I clamped down on the tutorial and rushed over. Fortunately, I arrived in time."
"Merlin." Arthur frowned. This was actually quite strange. Normally, Merlin wouldn't just use the shadow of Harry the Night Stalker to lead Bedivere. The guy kept repeating
"The balance of this world cannot be disturbed", so he has always been very cautious in his actions in this world. Harry's crow shadow will only appear in Arthur (or Bay) when it is ensured that no third party will witness it.
In front of Deville), what Bedivere just said is obviously not what Merlin did.
"But it's really troublesome, women." Bedivere said to himself again: "They actually got into trouble and said they wanted to save France. Arthur, can't you just take Queen Greenville back?"
"Probably not. Merlin said before that if he wants to take Greenville back to Great Britain nine hundred years ago, the spell can only take effect when she agrees and has the intention to go back. Greenville's light soul is no longer the same as it is now.
This world is too closely connected. She believes that she was born in France and in this era, and must act to save this country. In this state, no matter how much I try to persuade her, it is useless."
"So... what should we do next?" The big white wolf glanced at the blond boy: "Are you really going to leave like this? Aren't you going to help Queen Greenville and let her win this war quickly? What if?
If you can help her understand her wish, maybe she will be relieved and willing to go back with you?"
"Or on the contrary, at that time she became the heroine of France's national salvation, a legend." A mysterious voice suddenly sounded, and it was not far from Arthur's ear: "Then she became famous and had everything in the world.
I won’t be willing to go back to heaven with you."
Arthur didn't answer, but directly took out the sword's sheath and used the light blade of the Seraph Holy Sword to slash it with his backhand!
"Oh, oh, be careful!" The shadow of the black crow jumped back a few times, just avoiding Arthur's light blade. The blade only passed over the back of the little white horse, which frightened the horse.
.
"You know it's useless, so why bother scaring your horse? Even if you can hit it, it's just a shadow. The real me is somewhere else."
Arthur turned his head and looked at the shadow-like, slightly fuzzy and unstable black crow with hostility: "Mephisto, what are you doing here?"