"Knight Demes once said he had a good friend in England, but don't worry, no other information has been revealed"

"Then how do you know," Bertrand asked with interest as he walked up to Joan of Arc and touched the stubble on his chin.

Subconsciously he already believed what the girl said, Demes didn't tell her anything, and he could know from his eyes that she wasn't lying, or maybe it was the firmness of a perennial liar, and he personally preferred the former.

Because of that temperament, the holy girl, one can't help but believe her from the bottom of his heart, that she is right, and Bertrand kind of understands a little why the guy who intends to mix with death in Demes is cheered up.

"Compared to real English soldiers, the emblem has been removed"

"Hahahaha, that's really my negligence, but I can only be sure that we are not English soldiers, and how can I be sure that I am Bertrand's" Bertrand laughed, he had removed the sign when he left England, and he could see it if he looked closely.

"Feeling, I believe you are Bertrand" looked at him calmly, Joan of Arc did not fluctuate much from beginning to end, as if everything was expected.

“…… Demes, you're watching," Beltrand suddenly shouted loudly, looking at Joan of Arc earnestly.

"How is it, our new master" A figure left the village and came between the two of them, his tone full of confidence.

"Was this little girl really an ordinary villager a year ago?" Bertrand still touched the stubble in disbelief, and it didn't matter if he hadn't fought in terms of strength.

The emphasis is on that temperament and calm, convincing holiness. Confidence that is full of all the time. Even if it is a battlefield for more than ten years, it is difficult to shape, let alone a year. Before, he was an ordinary villager.

"Well, I almost killed her at that time" Demes also sighed slightly, if he hadn't realized it at that time, I'm afraid he would have made a big mistake.

"One year is like this, and in a few years it may really be able to stop the war" Today's knights are born to fight, but the real knight never hopes for war.

"But there's no time left for us," said Bertrand, with a solemn face, and it was not for nothing that he had come at this time.

“…… Saint, this is my old friend Bertrand. I have something important to inform me about this time," said Demes with a serious expression, bowing his head to Joan of Arc solemnly.

He had probably guessed that there was only one possibility for his old friends to come at this time, and there was no time left for them anymore.

"This is not the place to talk" Joan of Arc's keen intuition made Jeanne d'Arc roughly guess what it was, and calmly led people towards the ruined church.

The place where she met the 'demon' had unwittingly taken the place where she originally lived.

"Your Highness, according to the information I received before I came, after a five-year rest, the English army is once again preparing to invade. Aiming at Orléans, a fortress in the south of France."

"If my message is correct, the battle with the defenders of Orleans should have started by now"

Run-down churches. The interior has long since lost the appearance of the church, and if the wind is here, it will definitely be shocked, and the Joan of Arc of the Lord, who has historically believed in the Lord's virtue, even a dilapidated church will not do this.

"......" The white tender finger slid over a point on the map, and the year's teachings also included military affairs, which had already made Joan of Arc familiar with the map.

The betrayal of the Duke of Burgundy caused France to fall to almost the entire north, and Orleans, an important fortress to protect the south.

Once the fortress of Orleans is occupied, not to mention that the whole south is undefendable, under the suppression of the Duke of Burgundy, most of the south will become an English territory.

"How long can the defenders of Orleans hold out"

Joan of Arc's goal was to expel the British and liberate the whole of France, and once the fortress of Orleans was captured, it could be said that there would be no more chance.

To fight against England, which owns a large area of land and is at its peak, even Joan of Arc will not consider it no matter how confident she is, it is no longer self-confidence but stupidity.

"Half a year, Orleans is fully equipped as a fortress, as long as those monsters don't fight, the Orleans defenders will not be stupid, and there is no hope of breaking through within half a year," Bertrand said solemnly.

England's special 'humans' are likely to quickly take Orleans as long as they play, but in the same way, every time they play, there will be unknown forces to interfere with them, and they will not be allowed to play until the crucial moment.

With the strong military strength of England and the reinforcements of the Duke of Burgundy, as long as the two besieged the city, even if there were reinforcements, they would be able to defeat the city of Orleans sooner or later, and it was likely that they would not be dispatched.

"Holy Maiden, it's time," Demes reminded beside him, he could see that Joan of Arc was hesitant and understood why.

It's been more than half a year since Ghostwind left, and maybe they'll have a month to wait, but who knows when she'll be back.

“……”

Joan of Arc didn't know that the best time had come, and as long as there were normal generals in the French leadership, they would definitely organize reinforcements to rescue Orleans.

And if she can join the reinforcements in a certain capacity, she will hope to repel the English.

"Don't think about it anymore, everything is ripe"

"Let's go" Listening to the familiar voice in his ears, the corners of Joan of Arc's mouth brought a smile that belonged to a girl, he was finally back, so there was nothing to think about.

With excitement in his eyes, Demes waited for a year to finally arrive.

Both he and Bertrand wanted to end the war, but the victory of England meant enslavement, and the whole of France would be enslaved, as can be seen from the oppression of the previous five years.

Neither of the orthodox Celts had ever truly acknowledged from the bottom of their hearts that the current King of England, Henry VI, was even more repulsive after discovering those inhuman beings in the army.

"Will you help me fulfill my wish, Knight Bertrand?" asked Joan of Arc earnestly as she looked at Bertrand with pure eyes.

Demes had already offered his loyalty, and if it were not strictly refused, Joan of Arc would even be addressed as a teacher, and this Bertrand, whether he wanted it or not, had to ask.

"I, Bertrand, and the Eighteen are willing to fight for you," Half-kneeling in front of Joan of Arc, Bertrand said earnestly with one hand clasped on his chest.

"What you wielded, it was clearly recruited by me selling the start-up capital that I gave you, and it would be too wasteful for you to recruit eighteen people in a year," Bertrand's oath told De Meston with a smile.

"You only have a little property, and you can't even recruit ten of them yourself," Bertrand said disdainfully to his old friend.

Absolute loyalty will not rebel, and soldiers with up to the standard strength are not so easy to find. (To be continued.) )