Dressed in silver light armor, the Valkyrie of the battlefield Holy Joan of Arc rode on a tall horse as white as a unicorn.

It was dawn at this point.

When the guards of the city above the ancient city of Mecca saw the Red Lotus Holy Maiden's bamboo cane spirit sword held by the Valkyrie of the battlefield, they immediately hurriedly lowered the drawbridge.

After entering the city, the road surface began to slip, and the ground was paved with stones.

It's just that the expression on Joan of Arc's face, who was riding a white horse, was still tangled.

The perception of the past twenty years seems to have been completely shattered in these two days.

Could that mysterious Arab boy named Wang Zhe really be the person in the apocalypse?

frowned, as if she was caught in the cramped anxiety and anxiety on the eve of the wedding.

If the revelation is true...... But the Arab boy was clearly a descendant of the Asamai clan.

This is completely inconsistent with the canon that I am familiar with.

In the revelation, there will be a gray-haired boy with a vision to save our world from spiritual decline.

But today's high-level members of the Holy See don't believe her at all.

To know my Joan of Arc (really)...... Revelation of the superspiritual, okay?

As soon as she thought of this, this woman, who completely represented the beauty of the entire Western aristocracy, puffed out her mouth.

It's annoying...... But at least the guy saved himself at the hands of that powerful swordsman.

Anyway, at least repay him.

Before the people from the Holy See came, take care of him for a day to see if this guy is one of those evil bloods.

If you are evil by nature, you have to submit to the discipline of the Holy See, eh...... That's it!

It didn't take long for the carriage to reach the Mecca Lord's Mansion, but when Joan of Arc cast her eyes on the gate of the Lord's Mansion, she was slightly stunned.

Is even Archbishop William Lauder here?

At the gate of the city lord stood a purple gown, and the white crown was not worn, but a small round hat was taken instead.

The left hand holds a scepter, and the right hand wears a ring engraved with his religious name.

The archbishop was notoriously rigid......

I don't know if he will have a conflict with the blood boy.

Why is this old man here at this time?

Is...... It's a hassle.

"Yo, is Jenny back?"

Archbishop William suddenly smiled and greeted the battlefield Valkyrie on a white horse.

This greeting made some of the battlefield Valkyries who were now thieves slightly stunned.

Then looking at the archbishop, who came all the way from the Vatican in ancient Europe, it took him half a day to squeeze out a smile that was not salty, not light, and a little ugly:

"Hello Grandpa William~"

To Joan of Arc's surprise, the archbishop just stood at the door of the city lord's mansion and smiled at her, and did not stop the carriage.

Archbishop William Lauder watched the carriage drive straight into the side gate of the city lord's mansion with a faint smile on his face.

In other words, at all times, the archbishop's eyes were always narrowed, and with a curvy arc, he looked harmless to humans and animals.

It's like the old pastor in the orphanage, who is always so kind.

Until the carriage disappeared from his sight, the archbishop's eyebrows curved even more, and his mouth whispered:

"Old Guar, do you see that?"

"Jenny smiled at me just now!"

"Chirp, tweet, dead old man, you heard it wrong! She's glaring at you...... Stare at you!"

With a pop, an old Indian turtledove flew down from somewhere, and landed on Archbishop William's shoulder.

It's just that this old turtledove is really a bit big, and it's almost as big as an owl.

"So, old Guar, I've always had this question in my mind......"

"Hmm...... Ask, old man, old Guar's knowledge is greater than the collection of books in the Library of Great Britain!"

"Are you a mutated pigeon...... Or is it a pigeon kept in an owl's nest?"

"Dead old man, dead old man, I am a pigeon...... Turtledove!"

"Damn it...... I, the smartest old turtledove in the world, have fallen for you again, an old man with strange fetishes!"

"But let's be honest......"

Suddenly, the archbishop in front of him, who was smiling like a wolf grandmother, straightened his face.

But those squinting eyes that are always curvacated can't hold up the atmosphere under them.

Finally, as if giving up, the archbishop squinted, sighed, and said with a faint smile:

"If it weren't for my naturally kind smile, maybe the archbishop wouldn't be the drink-loving George!"

"That guy loves to drink too much, if it weren't for his good brother Carl always following behind to wipe his ass, hum~~"

"Hey, it's far away, but it's ...... Today is a really happy day. ”

"Hey...... Old Guar, you really saw Jenny's girl smiling at me, didn't you?"

"Chirp!!!Dead old man, you've said this several times, did you recently drop your head into a wine barrel and get drowned?"

It's just that this old turtledove, dressed in gray and white feathers, suddenly found that his master no longer spoke.

The old turtledove struggled to turn his neck, which was not long, but saw it.

The powerful archbishop of the Holy See opened his squinting eyes at this moment, which had not been opened a few times in his life, for a rare time.

"I don't know what the final order we are waiting for in our little world?"

At this moment, if anyone was around, they would definitely see a faint golden light coming out of the archbishop's eyes.

It was like a smooth gilded glow, not dazzling and even a little soft.

But the old man quickly closed his eyes, turned around and slowly walked into the City Lord's Mansion.

Throughout, the archbishop's smile was as kind as that of a summer Lavender blooming Provence.

From time to time, the chirping of the old turtledove came from the depths of the city gate......

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......

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"Anyway, who was that old man just now?"

"yes...... yes, it looks like that old man is very kind!"

"It's really good-looking...... Wouldn't he be a good person?"

"But will he see us and the Blood-Lord as heretics and burn them at the stake?"

Xu Liang was riding a camel alone, one of the few horses that Wang Zhe had brought out of the camel shed before.

It's just that when everyone mentioned the old man who looked like a priest just now, the palm of his hand holding the reins tightened.

To know...... Both he and the Bloodline Master had a bloodline that was forbidden by the Holy See.

Once discovered, he will definitely die a miserable death, when he thinks of it.

Xu Liang secretly turned around to look at the carriage carrying Wang Zhe again, during which he didn't think about running with the blood clan boss.

But...... In the end, I didn't dare to ...... Abominable and abominable!

Am I Xu Liang so gutsless?

"Alright! Here we are!"

The voice of the battlefield Valkyrie suddenly resounded through the crowd who had escaped death in the middle of the desert.

There was a creak, and the sound of the carriage rubbing against the wooden pivot sounded.

Suddenly, everyone present turned their eyes to the figure in the carriage.

It was a bandaged, thin-looking blond boy with a thin body, but the moment she appeared, it was a blonde boy who looked so thin.

Everyone present seemed to have spirits, Xu Liang walked over quickly, and called softly:

"Boss, are you awake?"