People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 359 Francesco

On the tower, Rangna, dressed in silver and white armor, was holding the Holy Spear in her hand expressionlessly, and her long golden hair was blown flying by the cold wind on the high mountain.

"I heard that you had a conflict with Ms. Banruo last night?"

Jeanna raised her eyebrows: "How do you know?"

Hans smiled and said, "Everyone is spreading rumors that Wolfburg is a small place. I heard it when I was going to the bathroom last night."

"By the way, the toilet here leads directly to the bottomless mountain, and it returns to the earth after it is released. I don't know if the expeditionary force encountered it when they were climbing rocks. It's quite interesting to think about it."

"This kind of thing is only interesting to you."

Hans was a little curious: "Will Ms. Jeanne feel inconvenient because of such a toilet?"

She rolled her eyes: "Saints don't go to the toilet."

"Really?"

"real!"

Seeing Hans' shocked face, as if he was thinking about the channel through which the food he ate should be discharged, Jeanna couldn't help but roll her eyes.

Only a very pure person like Hans would not feel offensive at all when he asked such questions.

The two chatted one after another, they were very leisurely, the enemy did not attack from here, but in order to avoid diverting the tiger away from the mountain, they still stayed where they were, waiting for news from Giuliano's headquarters.

It's just that the two of them could hold back, but it was difficult for others.

A wolf youth said anxiously: "Ms. Jeanna, the brothers over there are about to lose their hold. If the line of defense over there is broken, there will be no point for us to defend here."

Fort Worf has a lot of defenses, but it gets weaker the further back you go. The military power of the Wolf Clan Federation can't support arming every corner of Fort Worf. Once the first line of defense is broken through, it will be easy Get driven straight in.

Jean Na frowned: "Be safe and don't be impatient, if you really can't hold on, your patriarch will send someone to take it up."

Compassion does not control soldiers, righteousness does not gather wealth.

It's uncomfortable to watch my companions and friends fight to the death, but I can't rush to help, but in war, it is something that must be endured.

"But."

"No but, go back to your post, soldier!"

Rang Na's voice was very cold, completely different from the usual style of laughing and joking with them.

He opened his mouth, and finally said dejectedly: "Yes."

"That is?"

She suddenly felt something in her heart. Looking up, an invisible storm was gathering above her head. Souls were engulfed by the storm and thrown towards the distant city wall. A terrifying dark aura made the holy spear in her hand tremble.

That's not fear.

It is the holy gun, which has been enshrined in the church for countless years and condenses infinite sacred power. It is a kind of response to the "evil" of the same level.

"That woman, Prajna, really hides it deep enough."

She frowned.

She thought that she was already an elite now, and her strength would steadily overwhelm Banruo, but now it seems that if it is not for the factor of attribute restraint, she may not be able to win against Banjna.

"Come out and hide."

Jeanna frowned suddenly: "I can smell your stench from a long distance away."

A black shadow slowly appeared.

He wears a white mask with red paint on his facial features. He looks a bit like a clown, but the impression he gives is completely out of tune with the clown's ridiculousness. After watching for a long time, he may even rush towards his face A deep fear.

The body of this wolf clan is not burly, and it looks no different from ordinary youths. It is holding a black flag with a wolf's head in its hand, and it is hunting in the wind.

"I didn't expect that there is a deceitful mask that can't hide Ms. Jeanne's nose. She is indeed the legendary Yao Knight, the nightmare of all dark creatures."

Jean Na frowned and said, "You should be the Ripper. In the expeditionary force, you are the only one with this strength."

"It's down."

"Just appearing in front of me like this, do you think you can beat me?"

He bowed slightly: "I know that I am not the lady's opponent, so my goal is just to hold you back."

The black banner was nailed into the flagstones with a thud.

The scene in front of Jeanna changed, and she came to a scene that was the same as the medieval arena. There were no empty seats around, and the cheering audience raised their fists and shouted loudly.

"This is the flag of duel, a treasure inherited from the wolf clan. No one can escape from here until either of us dies."

Francesco the Ripper chuckled and said, "Even if you have the legendary Kungunil in your hand, it is impossible to break through this barrier. This is the power of rules."

"The Power of Rules"

Rangna looked a little dignified. The power of rules is the most difficult to counteract. This is the standard configuration of the artifact. It seems to create a one-on-one scene, but it is undoubtedly more beneficial to the user, and her current strength is still not up to peak.

Francesco smiled and said, "It depends on whether you kill me first, ma'am, or the people of my clan first solve the rebellion of those mixed-breed bastards and Basilicata."

"You really don't have confidence in yourself."

No emotion could be seen on Rang Na's face, she just complained expressionlessly, and then swung the holy spear in her hand into a spear flower, and the holy brilliance swirled in the air like dust, leaving brilliant trails.

It looks like a sentence in French, and it looks like a variant theological text invented by the Church of Avignon.

"What does it mean?"

Jeanna said succinctly: "Punish rape and eradicate evil."

The Ripper chuckled and said, "Ms. Jeanne, are the wolves really evil? It is true that we control most of the Italian states, but at the same time we have brought order here, so that the cheap agricultural products from the Two Sicilies are sold all over the country. Italy, to feed most of the poor."

"On the contrary, the capitalists in France drove young children into factories, paid them meager wages, and allowed them to be harmed by smoke, dust and poison, so that they would not even live to be 20 years old. die young.

On the streets of Paris, the tall chimneys spewed thick smoke, poisoning the lungs of every living person; the workers whose limbs were cut off by machines along the street begging, could only wait for death in despair; the Seine River was full of factories The foul-smelling wastewater discharged by them has become a problem for ordinary people to drink clean water.

Is this just? "

Francesco's tone was very sincere: "Ms. Jeanne didn't sanction those 'vampires' but came to interfere in the internal affairs of our wolf clan. What's the point?"

"You want to stall for time?"

Jeanna raised her eyebrows, she had no intention of arguing with the Ripper at all.

Not in his place, not seeking his government.

Jeanne is very clear about herself.

"Is what I'm saying unreasonable?"

Jeanna said coldly: "It seems reasonable."

In the Victorian era when the industrial revolution kicked off, Italy was limited by the fragmented situation, the barren land lacking energy minerals, and the stubborn and conservative style under the control of the wolf clan, which has fallen far behind.

If Italy enters the industrial age, the wolves will never do anything worse than their capitalist counterparts in Britain and France for the sake of profit, or even worse.

Capitalists, bureaucrats, and dark forces are all the same.

"That's the end of the gossip, let's see the real chapter under my hands."

"Ms. Jeanna, it's not easy to kill me."

Francesco took a step back, the grin on his clown mask becoming even more menacing.

He just melted into the darkness.

"Come on, let's see if your sure shot can catch me."

Voices came from all directions.

The Holy Spear in Jeanna's hand began to radiate immense light. Her body was covered by the rich holy radiance that flowed down like molten gold. Golden wings stretched out from behind. Golden God Mark.

She fluttered her wings and flew into the air, like a god on high, her eyes were cold, without any emotion.

The pressure from all around was unprecedented, as if there were invisible big hands trying to drag her body back to the ground.

The chants sounded like morning bells and evening drums.

Holy shit.

Golden light filled the sky.

(End of this chapter)