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- Chronicle of the Holy Land

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Joan of Arc saw that Anna's eyes were slightly narrowed and her face flushed, and she leaned back softly on the seat and moaned "mmmm

The knees were still on the ground, but the two "dog paws" crawled forward on Anna's thin white thighs to the left and right, and the upper body also leaned into Anna's arms.

As the distance approached, the natural fragrance of roses on Anna's body also made Joan of Arc's breath short, and her throat moved, and she swallowed a mouthful of saliva that was secreted in her mouth frantically.

Joan of Arc's rash approach also made Anna, who had been enjoying some of it, suddenly sober up and frowned, it was really difficult to accept the violation of her personal sphere.

As if instinctively, his foot kicked Joan of Arc in the stomach.

"Hmm!" Joan of Arc groaned, and her entire upper body bent forward because of the pain in her stomach, and her hands were tightly clutched around her stomach, but her frowning brow soon expanded, and her little tongue spit out slightly.

"You stupid dog!" Anna also stood up, and with one kick she stomped Joan of Arc, who was bent forward, to the ground.

Joan of Arc, who was lying on the ground, crawled forward and hugged Anna's other foot in boots with both hands, "Lord Anna, it's a subordinate who doesn't know how to measure!" ”

Anna only squinted her eyes to look at Joan of Arc lying at her feet, and "snorted", and the feet that stepped on Joan of Arc's body also stepped on Joan of Arc, moving from side to side, making Joan of Arc under her feet "Mmmm......" and moaning constantly, her eyes had turned upward, and her tongue had already stretched out completely as comfortably as a dog.

After that, Anna kept pumping the whip made of thunder and lightning light on Joan of Arc's body, which made Joan of Arc scream even more.

After a period of training, seeing that Joan of Arc was covered with footprints and charred black lightning scars, Anna stretched out a hand and roughly pulled Joan of Arc's hair, and picked up the half-dead Joan of Arc with her tongue sticking out.

"Hmmmm......" Joan of Arc, who was directly pulled by the hair, made a few faint sounds, her feet and hands off the ground drooped weakly, the fluffy dog tail behind her was also drooping down, her blurry eyes were about to be completely squinted, her tongue was weakly spit out, and even the strength to close her mouth had been lost.

"Next time you dare to come near me, I'll kill you." Anna calmly looked at Joan of Arc who was picked up by herself.

Seeing Joan of Arc nodding slightly, Anna suddenly let go and turned to leave.

Joan of Arc, who fell directly to the ground, also lay on the ground, unable to even climb up.

But Joan of Arc used the last of her strength to reach out to the departing Anna, making a faint sound.

"Lady Anna......"

But before he finished speaking, his eyes were black, and he fell to the ground and fainted.

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After a few days, Joan of Arc would often stick out her tongue slightly, staring at the ceiling with her eyes blurred, and enter a meditative state, and her whole body would tremble from time to time.

Every time he saw the appearance of Joan of Arc wrapped in white bandages, Frey, who had already recovered, thought that Joan of Arc had experienced some tragic battles before, which had left a shadow on his spirit, but who knew that it was the soul of Shaking M burning.

After all, when Joan of Arc was sent before, she was dying, and her whole body was covered with charred black scars, and Frey thought that Joan of Arc had a big fight with some thunderbolt-based winged monster.

It's just that Joan of Arc was a little strange when she was sent here, wearing two plush dog paws with meat on her hands, dog ears on her head and a fluffy tail behind her, and it even looked a little cute, if it was a battle, it seemed that this outfit was really a little unreasonable.

The reason for Joan of Arc's injury really made Frey scratch his head and couldn't think of a reasonable explanation.

But Frey's attention soon stopped focusing on Joan of Arc, who was constantly twitching, and the slowly descending view outside the window also made Frey poke his head out of the window.

"Did you get to Fortress W?"

The Crusader's airship slowly descended as it approached the Crystal Dust Supply Station on top of the city walls, and a staff member dressed in City Guard uniform kept gesturing, signaling the Crusader airship to dock at the empty berth 57 next to it.

It wasn't until it was completely down, a pincer-like towing device under the berth that slowly buckled the airship's hull that Anna completely stopped the constantly running power furnace.

A group of crusader soldiers also walked down in groups from the passage where the airship reached out to the ground, talking and laughing, as if they were expecting something.

The silver-haired paladin was among them, hurrying, and it was noticeably different from the smiling crusaders, who disappeared into the crowd in a few moments.

Frey and the others also followed the crowd down the airship, and unlike the crusaders who went straight to the bars and special inns, the newcomers obviously didn't know what it was like to follow a group of big men from birth to death for a long time, and never saw a woman again except Anna and Joan of Arc.

Some of them looked around the supply station in confusion, obviously not knowing what to do in the day of replenishing the crystal dust, so they stayed in the civilian berthing area near the Crusader airship.

The civilian berths are almost entirely filled with armed private airships, and mercenaries in casual costumes are also guarding them, constantly carrying goods up and down.

At the other end of the supply station, a berth much larger than the others was empty, guarded by knights in silver armor.

Judging by the size, it should be a berth dedicated to the Knights Templar's strategic air ships to dock and replenish.

"Eh, eh! What are you doing? "In the Knights Templar's exclusive berth, a guarded paladin stopped the silver-haired paladin who entered.

"I'm the head of Fortress X in charge of recruiting new recruits for the Templar Order, and I have an emergency to report to headquarters!" The silver-haired paladin reveals his identity.

He stretched out his hands and beckoned to the words of several paladins, and motioned for a few people to come around.

Several of the guards stationed in the garrison were full of question marks, but they still slowly surrounded the letter suspiciously.

In a circle, the silver-haired paladin covered his mouth with one hand, as if he was afraid of being heard, his head also moved, and motioned for several paladins to look in the direction of Frey, and lowered his voice in his mouth, talking to several other paladins.

Several paladins turned their heads in unison to look at Frey in the distance, and their eyes flashed with a light.

One of the paladins hurriedly walked into the duty room, picked up the phone, and reported to the other end of the phone with a panicked expression.

The rest of the paladins and silver-haired paladins stayed where they were, pretending nothing had happened.

But the eyes of several people still couldn't control it, and they secretly glanced at Frey from time to time, looking at Frey who didn't know in the distance.

The hand also shook the weapon in his hand with some excitement, and a sneer rolled into the corner of his mouth.