Walking to the door of the mansion in the moonlight, Joan of Arc saw at a glance the straight Gilles de Ray standing, he was still wearing the armor, but the feathered arrows and smoke traces on it were gone, and the silver moonlight hit the armor, glowing with a cold sheen, and with his serious expression, it was simply a sculpture of a warrior.

"Jill, is there anything you want me to do now?" asked Joan of Arc.

"Joan of Arc, you, why did you come out dressed like this!" the sculpture looked at Joan of Arc in a pink dress, and after an initial stunned moment, she came back to life. After taking a shower, Joan of Arc exudes a faint scent of roses, coupled with the well-fitting dress, which can't help but make the sculpture's heartbeat a little faster.

"My clothes were washed by the maid, and they haven't dried yet, what's the matter, does it look ugly now?" Joan of Arc said with her head down, fiddling with the lace of her skirt with her hands, and frowned. It was the first time she had worn such a gorgeous dress, and even she felt awkward.

"No, no, no, of course it's not ugly, I'm just...... A bit of a surprise, yes, that's it. Jill explained with some embarrassment, he couldn't even look directly at the girl in front of him now. Joan of Arc's already good looks look even more extraordinary against the background of the dress, but this makes Jill feel that just looking at her like this is a blasphemy against Joan of Arc.

After all, he was much older than Joan of Arc, and of course he knew what he was feeling, but the more he did, the more Jill would not allow himself to do anything else, and he didn't know why.

"You haven't answered my question yet, what's the matter with me at such a late hour?" Joan of Arc reminded.

"Oh...... That's right, our soldiers have completed the reinforcement of the temporary line of defense, and I would like you to ask you to go and take a look. Jill froze, then lowered his head and said.

Joan of Arc nodded: "It's okay, I've just finished dinner, let's take a walk, you wait for me here, I'll go get the weapon." ”

The faint moonlight shone on the war-torn streets of Versailles, and although many things were destroyed, you can still see how prosperous it once was. On the street leading to the square, the stone floor tiles have been polished over the years, and when viewed sideways, they seem to be covered with a warm layer of water.

Crisp footsteps came from the streets, and Joan of Arc, holding the words "My Lord Blessings", looked at the bustling city with a complex light in her eyes.

"Jill, have you ever been to Versailles before?" Jeanne d'Arc asked lightly as she walked ahead, her tone a little strange.

"My lord, I was here once when I was young, but my memory of that is blurry now. Gilles de Ray said as Joan of Arc followed, the parts of the armor colliding with each other as they walked, making a clanging sound.

Joan of Arc didn't say anything, she just silently looked at the left and right sides of the street, in her memory, there was no such great city. The small town of Orleans bears her sixteen years of memory: "If there was no war, the city would be more beautiful." ”

"It should be, after all, it is the place where the king is, and it is naturally much more prosperous than other regions. "Gil's father was once a famous knight in Orleans, so he inherited his father's business and had a broader vision than Joan of Arc.

"In that case, I must drive the invaders away and restore the city to its original state!" Joan of Arc suddenly said in a loud voice, with a serious look on his face, and the night wind blew, and the "Blessing of My Lord" hanging from the flag gun fluttered gently in the wind.

A powerful crash came from Gil's chest, and the young knight said firmly: "Lord Joan of Arc, I believe that your goal will be accomplished, for the glory of France, please let me be by your side!"

"Absolutely. Joan of Arc smiled warmly, "Let's go, the sooner we finish patrolling the defenses, we can go back to rest early, so that we have the strength to drive the invaders away......"

"Hmm!" Jill nodded heavily, and Joan of Arc quickened his pace towards the square.

The road leading to the square was quiet all the way, but just as the two of them approached the square, the noise suddenly came, and the noise mingled with shouting and swearing, and the noise broke the silence of the night.

"Let's go, go over and have a look. Joan of Arc said with a frown, then held the flag gun across her back. She lifted the hem of her skirt and ran, her pretty calves tightening into muscles...... Seeing this, Jill directly pulled out the long sword at his waist, although he didn't know what was going on, but this level of noise was definitely unusual.

"Tie him in chains and watch out for this guy's claws...... Damn!" one yelled angrily, tugging at the chains in his hands.

"Hold him by the neck!Don't let him open his mouth, why does this guy have such long teeth?" the other man shouted to the people around him, clutching the chain in his hand.

The roar came from among them, it was the cry of a beast, but how could there be a beast in a good city?

"Please let me in!" Joan of Arc pushed away the crowd around him and walked towards the center of the square, and in the faint moonlight, several tall knights struggled to pull the chains in their hands, and in the center of the chains, a strange human figure was constantly struggling, and there was an indistinct roar in his mouth......

"What's going on, this...... People, who is it?" Joan of Arc asked with a frown, looking at the struggling human form. She didn't know if the creature was human or not, his dirty hair hanging down his head, his eyes glowing a horrible red, one of his hands was a bony claw, and the other had only two fingers that could be called fingers.

If it weren't for the fact that this guy could walk upright, Joan of Arc really thought it was a mad beast.

"Lord Joan, we don't know what this guy is, as you can see, this guy can't even say a complete sentence, and his strength is amazing!" said one of the knights, taking advantage of the gap where the monster was being dragged.

There were seven knights trapped by the monster, and each one was very strong, but even then they staggered in the monster's struggle, and the tight chains made a tooth-aching sound.

"Roar ......" the monster roared, disgusting saliva flowing down the corners of his mouth, and just as the monster turned its head hard, Joan of Arc suddenly realized that the thing that shimmered with a terrible red light was actually the monster's one-eyed!

"Your Excellency, please be careful. "Gilles de Ray holds a sword in both hands and points it at the monster, he has been trained by his knightly father since he was a child, and he can be said to be quite good at swordsmanship. He held Joan of Arc behind him, the cold moonlight reflecting off the cold blade of his sword.

"What the hell is going on?"

"Joan of Arc, this guy was found when we were cleaning up the body. Someone around us said, "We thought it was a beggar wandering on the street, so we thought about taking him to a safe place, but we didn't expect him to listen to us at all." ”

"Someone tentatively walked up to him, but he was startled, the guy ...... That guy is actually drinking the blood of a dead man!" the voice of the person who spoke almost changed, clearly feeling a deep fear.

"We tried to run, but it alarmed this guy. He quickly chased after him and bit several of us! Originally, he was still human, but when he ran to the square, he changed and became what he is now......

The knight in the crowd said in fear, obviously very frightened. The monster roared angrily in the moonlight, its voice harsh and terrifying.

"I know, let's find an iron cage or something like that to lock him up first, if you keep making trouble here, the British army on the opposite side will find out and launch a surprise attack......," Joan of Arc calmly ordered, "Use the iron drill to secure him first, otherwise it will be too hard to drag it all the time." ”

On the other side of the square, there were a lot of iron skewers left over from the temporary defenses, so they were quickly moved. Several strong knights swung their sledgehammers deep into the ground, and the knights who dragged the chains wrapped their chains around the iron skewers in turn, thus temporarily immobilizing the monster.

Although the monster was controlled, it was still struggling, and the chains and skewers collided together, and even burst out of the spark!

This is not the power that human beings should have.

Joan of Arc patted Jill on the shoulder, "Jill put away the sword and let me go over and have a look." ”

"My lord, it's too dangerous! Jill put away her sword, but she was still in front of Joan of Arc, she didn't even wear God's arms, and her body couldn't bear it if something happened!

"Don't worry, I'll be fine. Joan of Arc smiled faintly, and then insisted on walking over. Jill had no choice but to follow her closely, so that if something happened, he could protect her with his body in the first place......

The two of them slowly stepped into the monster's side, and a strong smell suddenly came, no wonder the people of the Knights would treat him as a beggar, ordinary people would never allow themselves to lose their temper like this.

Resisting the disgusting taste, Joan of Arc came to the monster, she carefully placed the flag gun in front of her, and then asked tentatively, "Hey, can you hear me, who are you?"

The howling monster swerved its head as if the beast had been suddenly alarmed, but when he saw Joan of Arc, he stopped roaring, and just shook his head and stared at her face. The monster had only one blood-red eye, and his view was blocked by dirty hair, and he craned his neck as if to confirm something.

"Do you understand me, who are you?" asked Joan of Arc in a whisper again. Gilles de Ray stood vigilantly behind her, his right hand gripping the hilt of his sword tightly, the muscles of his whole body tightening silently, and if the monster made any unfavorable move, he would instantly draw his sword and slash down.

The monster seemed to really understand her words, and his body trembled violently, but he didn't act aggressively. The monster opened its mouth full of sharp teeth, as if it wanted to say something, but his stiff tongue seemed to be unconsciously controlled, and he could only say some meaningless words: "Yi...... Lasa...... ...... Erie...... Sa ...... ......"

The incoherent words made Joan of Arc frown, but she vaguely felt that there seemed to be some kind of connection behind them, like ......