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She looked at Weston expectantly, but got a look of sympathy and pity instead, which confused Joan greatly.

[In another parallel time, the saint has returned to the seat of heroes, and her faith has also been defeated by Amakusa Shiro Tokisada]——Weston looked at Joan's eyes and thought with pity.

"Aren't you going to help?" Jeanne said with a hint of dissatisfaction, that kind of staring at the dead is really rude.Even if she is a heroic spirit, at least she still exists in the real world right now?

In a sense, this guy is also one of the instigators of yesterday, causing so many situations now.

Weston shook his head: "Everyone has his own destiny, you can't save everyone. Leticia, do you want to go to the town together?"

"It's such a time, are you still in the mood to have fun?" Joan of Arc looked at Weston in disbelief. The number of casualties exceeded one hundred. She might have heard the same reaction as Weston, but at this moment in the corridor, these artificial People are lying here and crying, and this guy is indifferent?

"Because it's this kind of time, you must go to play! These artificial humans may be very pitiful, but maybe they will be even more pitiful after being rescued by you?" Weston's blunt words made an artificial human in front of Joan of Arc The boy blushed guiltily after being exposed.

"I don't know whether these short-lived artificial humans are really alive, but your sympathy may strengthen their weakness." Weston said.

"But even so, should we just leave them alone? Not everyone is born strong!" Joan retorted.Even if she has seen that the injured android boy is not pure, and even exaggerated the fact of the injury, but this is not a reason to restrain good deeds.

"God help those who help themselves!" Weston shook his head, did not dwell on this topic, and chose to leave on his own.

"This person..." Joan raised her eyebrows: "Isn't the basic requirement for human beings too high?"

Shaking her head, Joan continued to immerse herself in her good deeds.

However, looking back——

Suddenly, Jeanne found that in the corridor, round after round of ripples splashed, and the roots of flowers and plants from outside the manor extended to the corridor.

This scene, like a lotus growing step by step, invaded the entire corridor in an instant, causing Joan of Arc to constrict her pupils.

All the artificial people were astonished, and then the rhizomes of the flowers extended to their bodies, connected to their bodies, and injected their vitality into their bodies.

The bandaged artificial humans suddenly stood up, and the artificial humans lying on the ground crying with hideous wounds waited for the saint to come to treat them, but found that the scars on their bodies were gradually getting lighter.

"Is this the miracle of the saint?"

"Lord Jeanne..."

"I can actually move."

Artificial people are delighted.

Joan's eyes showed a thoughtful expression. These artificial humans are made for "consumption and utilization". In short, it can be said that the only thing that can extend their lives is the magic power of the magician and the magic circuit.What can make their bodies change instantly must be that their core is strengthened in an instant, and then spread to the whole body.

"The life force of the planet? Who is it..." Joan of Arc said to herself.

"My lord father asked me to do it." A voice blew in her ear, and Joan of Arc was immediately vigilant, and turned back.

"You are—" Jeanne looked at Fran's face, and her expression suddenly became complicated.Even though he has changed his face, his personality has not become very cold, but he is teasing her with his ears.

"Although I really want to go shopping with my father, it is obvious that he is going to Frankenstein. Only you, the Ruler, can help my father find Frankenstein back, right? I hope you can find him sooner so that my father can go there sooner." Come back early!"

"You mean Berserker an hour ago?" Joan asked in surprise.

She felt it for a while, and found that Frankenstein really couldn't be found near the city of Mirenia.

Without asking too many reasons, Joan turned around and looked at Weston's disappearing shadow: "That means the treatment here is up to you, I'm in charge of helping your father find his servant, right?"

"Ah."

"Understood." Joan of Arc put on her school uniform, and immediately ran towards Weston's back: "Wait, take me with you when you go to play."

Fran: "..."

At least Joan of Arc will not violate the teachings of the Lord and seduce Father, right?

……

Tulipas, West Street.

Weston and Joan of Arc walked on the path paved with stones, with the faint autumn wind blowing, watching the rare and bold figures of children kicking football.

As soon as their figures were watched, the children immediately kicked the ball away as if they saw a novel 'foreigner'.

"It seems that yesterday's situation has deeply affected the adults, but the children feel that the world is more interesting, right?" Joan of Arc glanced at them from the corner of the window and said with a sigh.

"Life beyond the age of 20 has no value" is the motto of the man next to him.

Even if Joan didn't agree with this, she could understand it.Children who have not been labeled by this world will never be as sophisticated and mature as adults.

What the sky garden brought yesterday, the emotions of adults and children are in sharp contrast. At this moment, adults are afraid of losing, while children are eager to have more incredible experiences.So the adults hid in the house, and the children went about their business fearlessly.

Watching Weston take the ball, then kick it back, even run all the way to take advantage of the grown man's physical advantage, grab the second base of the football, and 'shoot' again

(Too rambunctious...)

Such a voice came to Joan's ears, and it felt a little unbelievable.

Yes, adults only remember such a scene occasionally, but they will never be overly involved in it.And Weston is devoted at this moment, the voice in Joan's heart is also devoted, and she herself is also devoted.

She also wanted to say something too rambunctious.

"I think it's time to go, I don't want to be hated." Jeanne reminded appropriately.

Weston laughed: "What are you talking about? Before you leave, of course you have to do this!"

He kicked the ball into the sky, which is the best way to distract the brats.

Jeanne: "..."