Dark Soul Moon

Elsewhere in the castle, the guards all fainted.

Because she was trying to persuade her to surrender, Joan of Arc did not kill her to show her friendliness.

At this time, she had wiped off the dirt and leaves used to pretend to be a village girl, revealing her beautiful appearance.

Although she was wearing simple and coarse clothes, in the eyes of the lord of Lance, the beautiful woman in front of her was no different from a demon.

"What's your purpose? If it's money, I can give you a lot."

Lord Lance sat on the chair forcefully, maintaining his posture and asking.

The head can be broken, the blood can flow, and the elegance cannot be lost.

"Meet you for the first time, Lord of Lance."

Jeanne introduced herself politely.

"I am the Commander-in-Chief of France, Joan of Arc. This time, I hope you can surrender to our army."

"I don't know how you feel?"

She stated her purpose directly and decisively.

"..."

Confusion appeared in Lord Lance's eyes.

The very powerful village girl in front of him said that she was Joan of Arc, the supreme commander of France, but he didn't quite believe it.

However, he took a closer look at Joan of Arc's beautiful appearance, long golden hair, and holy temperament.

He believed it again.

The main reason was that the long sword in Joan's hand was stuck in front of him at this time.

Well, it is an excellent long sword used by my own personal guards. It is an excellent weapon crafted by a blacksmith who carefully selects high-quality iron ore and takes 81 days to forge.

At this moment, this excellent long sword was only one millimeter away from his body.

"What proof do you have that you are the Joan of Arc in France?"

As a saint widely circulated in France, the white iris flag has become the symbol of Joan of Arc.

The Virgin of the Banner became the spiritual belief of French soldiers.

Lord Lance believed in his heart that the village girl in front of him was Joan of Arc, and only Joan of Arc, who was said to be a Catholic saint, had the courage to do so.

According to the information circulated, each of Joan's offensive plans is very bold and subtle, and she always wins.

There seems to be no problem with this method of directly entering the lord's castle and forcing the lord to surrender.

Gildrey, who was on the sidelines, said that the problem was very big.

It was obvious that he entered Lance to inquire about the Burgundians, but after seeing the wanted order of the Farhan Knights at the market, Her Majesty the Holy Maiden changed her approach directly.

After pulling herself to observe the defense of the lord's castle, she forcibly broke through the weak point of the defense and came all the way to the lord of Lance.

Most of the guards along the way were knocked down by Joan.

That crisp and neat style of play made Gildre's eyelids twitch.

Heavy punches, flying kicks, strangulation...

The dagger was useless. After the Holy Maiden gave herself a magical spell, she cleaned up all the guards who seemed to be okay with her own hands.

"Is this enough?"

Stretching out the other free hand, the military flag made of golden light appeared in Joan's hand.

Even the irises on the flag were vividly represented.

Looking at this scene, Lord Lance completely believed that the person in front of him was the blond saint from France.

"So, what's your opinion?"

Pulling out the long sword that pierced the ground, Joan's smile was tinged with danger.

"Gudu."

Looking at the girl who smiled very kindly, Lord Lance swallowed, then nodded.

If you don't agree, you can't, otherwise your life will be gone.

Since the French saint appeared here, the French army may also be nearby.

"What are those scouting soldiers doing!"

He cursed secretly in his heart.

All the saints in France showed up, but I didn't know anything about it.

If the other party launches a surprise attack directly, I am afraid that I will really die.

"Jill, signal for the army to come and receive Lance."

Joan ordered.

"Yes, Your Excellency the Holy Maiden."