Konoha Knight King

Before Al could figure it out, he heard a creepy greeting.

"Saint, I am here to greet you."

This voice...

Al frowned subconsciously. This very recognizable voice

If I'm not mistaken, it should be...

"Is he someone you know, Master?" Arthur Pendragon asked in a deep voice.

He knew that as a knight he should not judge people by appearance, but the man who called his Master a saint always gave him a very strange and disgusting feeling.

Al looked at Gilles de Rais, who looked like a pilgrim, and suddenly shuddered with disgust, and hurriedly distanced himself from him.

"No... I don't know him..."

"How is that possible!" Gilles de Rey was immediately shocked. He kept pointing at his face as if to prove something.

"Have you forgotten my face?"

"I'm sorry, I really don't remember where I've seen you..."

Al had an apologetic look on his face, but a dazzling golden light flashed across his hand, and the Sword of Victory was tightly grasped in his hand.

He knew how crazy this person became after Jeanne's death. His conversation with the sunny boy about his condition was really chilling.

Arthur Pendragon looked at the holy sword in Al's hand, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, but then he stood by Al faithfully.

No matter what, he is now the sword in the Master's hand

At the same time, at Morgan's signal, Karna finally made his move and walked forward coldly to look at Gilles de Ray.

The air seemed to turn cold in an instant, but Gilles de Ray seemed unaware of it. He waved his limbs around, and his strange face looked even more panicked.

"It's me! I'm Jill Dray!"

"I prayed for your resurrection with all my heart, and for the miracle of meeting you again, and even came here like this!"

"Joan of Arc!"

Just as Al was about to say something, Arthur Pendragon raised his holy sword towards Gilderoy.

"I'm sorry, my Master is not the Jeanne you mentioned."

"Joan of Arc!"

Gilles de Rais did not pay attention to Arthur Pendragon's words. At this moment, his huge eyes could only accommodate his saint.

Al had difficulty moving his eyes away from Gilles de Ray, although... but...

He really gave me a sense of déjà vu of Sarutobi Hiruzen. It's not that he has the will of fire... it's just the way he looks at me.

I was about to say that I didn't know him, but when I looked at that face... I changed my mind...

Actually, even the King of Dai Mao pretends... It's not that I can't admit that I am a French country girl

No matter what, this is still a good fighting force.

Thinking of this, Al's expression changed instantly, from the initial confusion and puzzlement to astonishment and surprise... and even mixed with a little subtle surprise.

"Are you... Jill?" Al's tone was uncertain, as if he was wondering how the handsome marshal in his memory could become like this.

"Saint... Joan of Arc! It's me!" When Gilles de Res saw that his saint recognized him, tears immediately flowed down his eyes.

He opened his arms, tears still flowing from his closed eyes

"I am here because of destiny! My only wish! The resurrection of Joan of Arc has been realized!"

Al walked up slowly, ignoring his crazy behavior, and gently placed his hand on his shoulder, with some self-blame in his eyes.

"Jill...Is it because of me that you became like this?"

"Is it because of my death that Jill has become like this?"

"No! Saint! Gentle Joan of Arc! You have done nothing wrong. The one who is wrong is the hateful God! The hateful French people who betrayed you! The one who is wrong is the greed of human nature!" Gilles de Ray suddenly came to his senses, his hands nervously turned into claws pointing at himself, eagerly defending his saint.

How could his saint be wrong? She was the one who was betrayed and burned alive innocently, but this girl who was devoted to France died because of the France she loved.

How could she be wrong!

"Gil, the Lord is not wrong." Al helplessly defended the Lord, then took out a small cross from his body and began to apologize for Gilles de Ray's recent slip of the tongue.

"Joan of Arc! God is..." Gilles de Res looked over angrily, but when he saw those gentle eyes, his arrogance inexplicably subsided a lot.

"Jill, we are going out, do you want to come with us?" Al saw that the marshal had been fooled, so he took the opportunity to tell his purpose

"Saint...you..." Gilles de Rey stared blankly at the familiar flag that Al took out.

This is the pdd simulation version that Al bought with ten mall coins! Although it is useless and the quality is not good, it looks like it!

"Jill, are you willing to join me in raising the banner of salvation once again?"

Al extended his hand and looked at Gilles Drey tenderly.

The gentle sunlight shines on Al's face. It seems as if nothing has changed.

It was as if...she was still the saint who saved the country, and he was still the Marshal Gilles de Ray who was watching her from behind.

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Writing the outline for another book took up a lot of time

I feel like it will take a lot of time to write a good outline.

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