Hayasaka Love Love Type Monthly Online Game

Admit it or not, the Bastille has been the catalyst for a storm brewing...

The authorities were furious and ordered a thorough investigation. As the warden, Sansong naturally bears the brunt of the investigation, especially for the two people in the center of the storm.Even if he wanted to save the two heroes he respected, he had to obey the orders of his superiors this time.

In the worst case, the execution day is near.Quite simply, the royal family will not allow unstable factors to continue to be active at this juncture, and they want to get rid of them quickly.

In the dark cell, the three of them talked to each other through the fence:

"Marshal Stacia, Your Excellency Joan of Arc, I must tell you a very bad news..."

San Song choked up, he didn't know how to announce the damn bad news.

He regretted it in his heart, and even wished he could activate his treasure right now to cut off the shackles on the two girls, and the three of them broke through the Bastille to kill them all together.But San Song has a family behind him, and a family he can't let go of. He can only struggle between conscience and responsibility, and suffer a lot.

Since ancient times, loyalty and righteousness cannot have both, which is a pity.

"You just have to fulfill your responsibilities, don't worry about us, Sansong, just tell us any news, whether it's good or bad." Ai Hayasaka said calmly.

Asuna nodded, "We are already mentally prepared."

Sanson took a deep breath.

"The latest news is that the authorities have sent an order to summon Joan of Arc to go to the trial court immediately. According to the results, the execution is likely to be carried out today. In addition, regarding the arrangement of Marshal Stacia, the military court has announced that you will be sent to court according to the order signed by His Majesty the King. Dismissed, execution to take place three days later."

Three days is a good juncture, suitable for a grand performance.

Hayasaka thought about it with love and thought it was just right.

Asuna didn't care about her own safety, but anxiously asked, "Why, do you want Joan to be judged so soon?"

"I have nothing to do, this is the court's decision."

"It's okay, Stacia, I'll be fine." Joan of Arc returned a sunny smile, "I've been taking care of you a lot these days. I'll buy you a glass of French wine if I have a chance."

"don't want……"

Everything is like the track of history, which cannot but make Asuna deeply anxious.Just like she didn't change the trial of Ragnarok in her own plot, maybe the tragedy of Joan of Arc in Europa Universalis will repeat itself, and I can only watch a 16-year-old girl rush to the place of death.

Is it true that the plot of the game cannot be changed? Did the No.1 who achieved the legendary strategy do it?Or are players just witnesses following the trajectory of history?

Is that all? It's unbelievable.

The cell door was opened with a creak, and Sang Song whispered "I'm offended", and then ordered the left and right to put on heavier shackles for Joan of Arc, and added heavy iron balls at the end of the handcuffs and shackles, and even his hands and ten fingers were stuck Unable to move, such a tight bondage would yield even a giant beast.

Joan of Arc was very calm, she didn't care about her situation at all, and the shackles on her body couldn't move those blue eyes in the slightest.

When the blond girl took the first step and the chain rattled, Asuna finally couldn't help it:

"Remember what I said to you last night, it counts now."

The power to die together can be used at any time, and we will fight through this Bastille together.If the only game achievement in Europa Universalis is to save a tragedy, it's worth it.

Jeanne shook her head with a smile.

"I'll say it again, Stacia, I'll be fine. But you, be safe and don't do stupid things."

"No, my worst ending is to leave this world, so there is no need to use this power on myself. Instead, you, Joan of Arc, only have one life, and you have walked through the gates of hell twice without knowing how to gamble. ?"

"Actually, I have a reason to go, so you can just take it as the inspiration of fate."

"To his fate—damn it!"

Asuna grabbed the railing of the fence, and stared sharply into the eyes of the blond girl.

"I was bound by the so-called marriage arrangement of my parents and the so-called rules in the workplace. As a result, I couldn't change a tragic story while playing games. Is this at the mercy of fate? Jeanna, what you have to do is not believe in God but It is to control one's own destiny and be one's own god."

The words shocked everyone.

The girl's impassioned and powerful speech was full of subversion in this 18th century era, with a sense of rebellion and rebellion, and Sanson and the jailers were shocked.

Such an offense to the gods is terrifying just to hear.

However, Asuna's aura was not fake, her words made no doubt about its authenticity, as if this girl could pierce the sky.

"Jianna, if you dare to turn around and leave, I will immediately activate my strength, and I will also tie you out."

Ai Hayasaka was slightly taken aback.

Then she smiled, "You...you are such a good girl."

Joan lifted her blond hair with shackled hands, and slowly approached the cell with a pretty face to whisper a few words through the fence.In the eyes of San Song and others, it was almost superficial, but Asuna blushed and backed away.

The blond girl turned around with a smile on her face, strode past the jailer and walked in front.

"Why are you standing still, go to court!"

After everyone left, Asuna still covered her face, and the words were all in her mind:

【I will smash the walls of the prison, cut off the heavy shackles, and overthrow the terror of the guillotine. With these hands, I will tell you that fate is for victory.Until then, wait for me, wait and hope. 】

And, with the warm touch on the cheek, the girl's lips seem to be sweet, just like the cherry blossoms under Mount Fuji in spring.

Chapter 294 Key to come, tongue war group Confucianism

In the hall with a circular dome, the interior is made of wood, and the decoration tone is mainly reddish brown, revealing a solemn and solemn feeling, and it also smells of a deep forest atmosphere.You can feel a sense of coercion when you are in it.

The layout of the atrium is stepped. Above the steps are a group of judges in suits and leather shoes with curly hair and wigs, and noble jurors in the seats next to them. Farther away are hundreds of notaries.They overlooked the scene condescendingly, overwhelming others with power.

As for the place under the steps, it is of course a place for prisoners.

"Silent, the court is open, and the prisoner is brought up."

The chief judge lowered the gavel, and saw that the entrance door was open, and walking in front was a blond girl in shackles.

She stepped on the mahogany floor, her movements were very light, but she seemed to be stepping on the beat of everyone's heartbeat, and she couldn't help but focus on the blond girl.When I looked at her, I happened to meet her gaze. The sea of ​​rivers and rivers in the azure pupils seemed like the calm Mediterranean Sea, vast and boundless.Looking directly at the sea, you forget to breathe.

Joan looked around silently, and everyone who caught her gaze couldn't help but turn her head. The corner of her mouth curled up into a contemptuous smile, and then walked calmly to the dock amidst the clatter of handcuffs and fetters.

She was clearly a prisoner, and she was clearly at the lowest point of the hall, but Joan's posture with her head held high was more like a bird's-eye view, and she stood in front of the throne at a random stop.

"Okay, let's get started."

This soft call broke the silent silence and brought everyone back to their senses.

The judge coughed and said sternly, "Prisoner Jeanne Darc, do you have any defense for your many crimes?"

"If you want to commit a crime, there is no excuse." Joan of Arc said loudly.

"This is a court, watch your words!"

"Joke, you are worthy of being called a court here. In my opinion, this is just a slaughterhouse for predatory marine civilizations. It flaunts freedom. How many crimes have been committed in your name. Now, you are also an accomplice of crimes. I am sorry for the shame of history. Add to the ugliness."

In the next 200 years, there will be a place called the International Hague Court, which is more magnificent and more civilized than here, but the core inside still believes in the law of the jungle.

The traveler knows that repaying grievances with virtue like Joan of Arc in the original history will not be fruitful, and it is not in line with his own character.Because this is a place to speak with strength, and the truth is also within the range of the cannon. In 1986, Nicaragua won the case against the beautiful country in the Hague court, but the judgment was torn up by the officials of the beautiful country on the spot, in front of the whole world.

The barbarians are fearful of power but not virtuous, and fight back in a language they understand.

"You, you defy the laws of France..."

"I have no interest in provisions that do not protect the weak, do not serve the collective, and only open the door for the interests of a few groups."

The judge was about to refute, but was forced back by Hayasaka Ai's eyes.

At this time, someone on the jury suddenly stood up.

A man in a suit and leather shoes blew his beard and stared with a sense of ferocity. He said, "Thank you for being a saint, you are obviously a lunatic. If the saint Moses was alive, he would definitely smash your head with his own Bible." .”

Jeanne said coldly, "When will it be your jury's turn to express their opinions publicly?"

She patted the railing in front of her casually, but it was louder and more powerful than the judge's gavel.

Forced by the aura, the missionary couldn't help taking a step back, and subconsciously covered the black silver cross on his body.

"Wearing a cross and this robe, it seems that you are a missionary. Then you should know that when the saint Moses was alive, there was no Bible, and the Bible was not written by him."

The missionary turned blue.

"Are you standing here hypnotized by the simple concept of justice in your mind? It's a mistake if you don't even understand the book. A pretentious intellectual like you has the right to represent the will of the public?"

"Do you know how farmers who work in the fields work from [-] to [-]? Do you know how factory workers work day and night in oil pollution? Do you know how many children are taken from the classroom and taken to the workshop as apprentices? Your simple concept of justice goes to hell. What's wrong, can't you even see it? Or is it that you are used to pampering yourself and forget who supported you to live a nourishing life."

The missionary completely lowered his head, wishing he could find a crack in the ground and get in.

Joan pointed at it from a distance, and the other members of the jury were also in fear for a while, and as expected, the next moment was pungent words:

"You well-dressed guys should take a good look at each other. There are ladies who drink afternoon tea together, friends who play golf together, and colleagues who go to the opera to watch a play together. You are also worthy of sitting here as a jury. It's ridiculous that they are all in the same group and doing things in the name of the public!"

"Don't make fun of me, get out of this court as soon as possible."

This time, the jury was silent, and each of them turned into eggplants beaten by frost.

Ai Hayasaka was furious for a while, and even dared not to reply to the jury of more than a dozen people. The overwhelming momentum had already dominated the hall.

The hundreds of notaries were even more silent. They only felt that they had witnessed another grand historical event in France. Among them, a reporter was even more inspired. He vowed to record today's trial.

Let the world know the name of Joan of Arc.

"No reason!"

The imperial envoy who was watching couldn't sit still, he stood up and pointed at the blonde girl and said, "You demagogic witch, your epitaph is your despicableness, and you will be burned to death."

Received the new laning invitation.

"Despicableness is the passport of the humble, and nobility is the epitaph of the noble." Joan of Arc raised her head and said solemnly, "If you sacrifice your life for righteousness, it will be a glorious end for me. As for you, tomorrow's you will be published on the headlines of the newspaper." ridiculed as scumbags."

"I am an official ordered by His Majesty the King to come to the hearing, please be respectful."

The minister was furious and felt that today's trial had failed too much. He made publicity for Joan of Arc, but the French officials lost their face.

Could it be that she planned all of this?

Joan waved her fist, as if standing in the center of the stage and shouting to everyone:

"Once upon a time, an unyielding nation that resisted Caesar's cavalry was born on the land of Gaul. Once upon a time, there was Emperor Charlemagne who established the Frankish Kingdom and laid the country's foundation. Once upon a time, there was the Sun King Louis XIV who led France across the world..."

"Do you feel proud, but from Charlemagne to Louis XIV, and then to Louis XVI, have your lives improved? Excessive taxes, endless wars, and people's livelihoods, a big country, not only the powerful in the international arena, but also the obligation to work for the well-being of the people .This, France has never done.”

"What happened in the Six Dynasties? It's just a private affair. Folks, haven't you thought about changing all of this? Right here, in Paris, we are armed with the ideas of the Enlightenment Movement!"

"Stand up - in the name of God, fight for freedom!"

Chapter 295 Execution of Joan of Arc

Joan of Arc's words were like a heavy bomb thrown into a dead pool of water, finally detonating a stormy sea.