kill those singularities

France was bloodbathed once, and then gained the upper hand in the war with Great Britain, and even almost bloodbathed Great Britain.

When she clearly realized this fact, Joan of Arc's heart was full of turmoil, and crystal tears could not help but overflow her eyes.

Her hand holding the flag trembled a little.

Did you see that Bishop Pierce who killed thousands of knives, those foolish people, those cold-blooded courtiers who refused to save them...they are all dead!

all--!

"Don't be sad, Joan." The handsome general in the silver helmet comforted his little girl, his faith.He even laughed, "Something good is going to happen today."

"What?" Joan of Arc wiped her face indiscriminately, snorted softly, and pretended to put on airs, "Say it quickly, don't make people hungry."

Guildre respectfully handed Joan of Arc a letter.

"This is a grace promulgated by His Majesty Charles VI Gilgamesh himself."

The letter said that in order to reward Joan of Arc's miraculous achievements, he promised to give her the title of countess, and by the way, the fief and guards that the count should have were also given to her.

At the same time, he also found a marriage for the Earl of Black Joan, which was appointed by the queen.

marriage? !

Hei Zhen stared at the letter paper with strange eyes.

"It stands to reason that the Earl should come to visit in person, but because His Majesty's order was too abrupt, the Earl did not have time to prepare a suitable betrothal ceremony, so today I have to wrong you to go to the Earl's castle."

It doesn't matter who comes and who goes to Black Joan, she is even very interested in the blind date, but what happened to this group of women who suddenly rushed in? !

Joan of Arc, who was submerged in perfume and powder, struggled and roared, "Hey, Jill, what are these people doing here?!"

"If you don't dress up well, how can you compare to the eldest lady of Master Mei's house in the east of the city?" The lady rolled her eyes and pushed Gildrey out of the door, "We are here specially to help the newly promoted countess change her appearance. Remember that now you are not a general, but a nobleman, do you understand the nobleman?"

"Yes, yes..." Someone hurriedly took off her clothes, "Take off your armor soon."

I'm a village girl, I'm so sorry!

Joan of Arc was trembling with rage, the flames were burning in her eyes, she really wanted to burn these chattering women to death, you are looking for death!

"Don't touch me! Stop it!"

"Hey, little girl..."

But there is a kind of middle-aged women in this world. They are simple, vigorous and self-contained. They have piercing eyes and iron teeth. When they yell loudly, there are millions of women's federations behind them... Is it a little girl like Heizhen? Can you handle it?

Not surprisingly, Hei Zhen was suppressed.She was humiliated and forced to wear layers of intricately cut black dresses with silver trims, brand new silver high heels, and her ribs were almost strangled from her throat when the belt was pulled back.

She was also pressed to put on makeup and spray perfume.

A certain countess's expression at the moment was actually kind of loving.She looked Heizhen up and down loudly, and pinched Heizhen's face in satisfaction - she couldn't avoid it at all, and finally smacked: "Okay, now even Miss Maeve won't compare You are more succulent."

The Viscountess next to her spat, "Miss Mei? You chase after that fisherman named Cu Chulainn every day. You don't look like a lady, you just don't know how to behave..."

"Okay, don't say a few words." The lady flicked her handkerchief, her eyebrows beaming, "Maybe the earl likes this kind of bloody game, and he's tired of eating all the greasy tricks in the city!"

Pooh!You're the only one with mountain village game!

Hei Zhen forcibly suppressed the murderous heart, got into the carriage like a moving Christmas tree, and headed for the legendary Monte Cristo Castle.

The heart of the girl who had disappeared for many years suddenly filled Joan of Arc's chest.Sitting in the carriage, she couldn't help but think wildly, what kind of person is the other party?Do you look good?Would you despise her for being uneducated?

No, she has been practicing calligraphy for a year, so she is not uneducated!

Eh, wait, why is she so determined to practice calligraphy when she's marching and fighting?

"Sir, here we are."

The guard interrupted her suspicion.The castle was much bigger than she had imagined. She squinted her eyes for a while through the car window, and finally puffed up her chest and opened the carriage door.

Surprisingly, the legendary handsome and rich Count of Monte Cristo was very polite, he didn't make any coquettish and boring appearances, and he didn't give her a warning, but he was waiting for her at the door.

"Tiger cub?" Hei Zhen blurted out as soon as they met each other.

The two were stunned at the same time.

This can be said to be very rude.Hei Zhen was very annoyed in her heart, but on the surface she forced herself to be calm, "Well, it's the first time we meet, I'm Joan of Arc."

The white-haired man in a bowler hat laughed, "Edmond Dantès." He extended his hand to Joan of Arc in a gentlemanly manner, motioning her to give it to him with confidence.

Two pairs of white gloves were clasped together, and the earl led the other earl towards the depths of the castle.

Edmund seemed to be the kind of nobleman who had never been to the battlefield and stayed in the study all the year round. However, Heizhen felt inexplicably that "we are the same kind". Edmund's familiarity also increased rapidly.

The white-haired count casually asked: "General Joan of Arc, do you still remember Her Majesty the Queen of Charles VI? He proposed your marriage to me."

This "General Joan of Arc" made the girl very satisfied, but she didn't remember it, "This...forget about it, just go and visit her some other day."

At this time, there was a melodious sound of a violin from the depths of the castle, the tone was moving, and the image of a fair lady appeared in Hei Jean's mind.

She narrowed her eyes, "Hmm, could it be that the Count of Monte Cristo is still in the golden house?"

The corner of Edmund's mouth twitched, he gave Heizhen a speechless look, and said helplessly, "That's a friend of mine." What an imagination.

Hei Zhen immediately remembered that the two of them actually had their own things to do before they met.So she waved her hand generously, "If you have something to do, go and do it. We've met each other. I'll just take a stroll by myself."

After Joan of Arc happily followed the maid to the garden, Edmond breathed a sigh of relief like an old father, and then went to the study.

His "old friend" was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and was carefully reading a book with a violin next to him. Seeing the Earl's return, he smiled and said, "How? Did that lady remember anything?"

Edmund shook his head, "None. Although some habits still exist, she didn't notice anything unusual at all." After a pause, he poured two cups of coffee for the other party and himself, "This girl still looks careless. What the lungs look like."

Suddenly, a bitter aroma filled the study room.

The gentle man with his legs crossed smiled and picked up his coffee, "Oh, it seems that I have to write another letter to His Excellency Enkidu."

"Even though His Excellency Enkidu hasn't seen that... mother, he should know about it." The man with meticulously combed hair nodded his temples, "Seven mountain peaks, seven scarlet ten-horned monsters, golden cups Filled with blood and wine, psychics can confuse all nations..."

Kings mourn for their fall, and harlots mourn for their fall.

The mystery of lust is branded on the brow, and the golden cup is filled with the blood of the saints.

Above the waters, mother of all abominations, of all desires.

Its name is—

Babylon the Great.

Palace of Charles VI.

The green-haired beauty is feeding Xiaolongniang, reading the letter while feeding.

The letter paper is a good letter paper, with gorgeous and neat cursive characters on it, but the whole letter is unclear, mixed with English, Chinese and cuneiform characters, which seems to require a special way of interpretation.

Enkidu turned his attention to the ending, still seeing S·H's inscription, and couldn't help squinting his eyes.

"Why do you still need to use clay tablets even if you want to do your work! Can't you use paper!" Gilgamesh protested next to him. A shiver, feeling stomach pain.

"This is the necessary practice to be a king." Enkidu put away the letter, and gnawed the apple leisurely. Although he was expressionless, Gilgamesh read from his eyes, "If you dare Throw the clay tablet and run out of the palace, you try" threatening message.

Siduri also said: "Your Majesty, don't be self-willed. You see, the queen and princess sacrificed their play time to accompany you."

Kang Na nodded: "Yeah, Papa is the best."

He is a little timid in front of his best friend.No, it's not cowardly!This is Wang Jing's dedication and devotion to death!

Gilgamesh exuded air-conditioning all over his body, but it was of no use to the heroes in this palace.Not Enki, not Konna, not even Siduri.

——Siduri was not afraid at all, as the secretary-general, chief priest, financial power holder and... she could even join forces with Enkidu to throw Gilgamesh to the bottom of the food chain.

Aggrieved, Gilgamesh held a clay tablet that was several people tall and corrected official documents all morning.

In the end, he dropped his pen and said angrily, "I want to order takeaway!"

Siduri asked softly, "Which takeaway does the king want?"

"Well, this..." The most ancient house lord thought for a while, "That's it, the one from the House of Justice, his family's is the best." Then he disliked the name of the restaurant, "What kind of old hat's name is that? .”

House of Justice, a five-star hotel near the castle.

"Weimiya, the purple-haired passer-by is here again!" the waiter shouted towards the kitchen with a smile.

The chef in charge of the spoon didn't even look back, "Okay, let her wait a moment!"

A few minutes later, the master chef took off his apron, let the errand runner take out all the takeaways, heaved a sigh of relief, and went to see the purple-haired girl, ah no, Matou Sakura.

Sakura is no longer the young and slender girl she was back then. Now Sakura is mature, bright and dazzling.She was wearing a long white dress, and her long purple hair was blown by the wind, like a blooming violet.

"Senior, thank you for your hard work." Matou Ying took out a handkerchief to wipe Wei Gong's sweat, and handed him the lunch box and newspaper in his hand.

"What's the matter with delivering meals to a cook every day...you are the one who has worked hard." The man in red opened the newspaper with such helpless words, his eyes were attracted by the headlines on the front page.

【Shocking!Civil unrest in Great Britain!Arthur's son turned out to be a daughter? ! 】

The second edition is the news of [Prince of the Netherlands is about to get married, all warriors and swordsmen are sincerely invited].

He stared at the headline for a while, raised his brows slightly, "Huh? Why does this girl king look familiar..."

A shadow cast over Matou Sakura's smiling face, "Senior, is that someone you know?"

Emiya, who had a strong desire to survive, quickly shook his head, "I don't know, I haven't seen it, I don't know." He put the newspaper aside and opened the bento box - the box contained butter fried fish rolls, tempura, and cherry blossom rice balls. , Tamagoyaki and three-color pumpkin balls, and a layer of fruit, it looks very delicious.

He couldn't help but smiled and praised: "Sakura's craftsmanship is getting better and better."

The purple-haired girl was extremely shy, "As long as senior likes it."

"However, this fried fish...you went to the fish seller next door again."

"Oh, Brother Cu Chulainn usually takes good care of me..." Matou Sakura chuckled, "So it's also appropriate to take care of his business."

"That frivolous boy..." Emiya muttered, thinking of Cu Chulainn's luxurious old driver's love history, but thinking about his own female physique, he decided not to say anything.

But he is a serious person who is about to get married, and he is different from the kind of man who is caught between teachers, senior sisters, admirers, and childhood sweethearts every day.

Enjoying his beloved wife's bento, the chef in red always feels that something has been forgotten...

Hahaha maybe it's an illusion.

The author has something to say: a large dungeon of the secret realm is online.

It's still a chapter orz without the boss itself...

CCC opened, I wish you all the best!