On the castle tower, Jeanne, dressed in silver and white armor, carried the holy spear in her hand expressionlessly, and her long golden hair was blown by the cold wind on the mountain.

"I heard that you had a conflict with Ms. Pranya last night?"

Jeanne raised an eyebrow, "How do you know?"

Hans smiled and said, "Everyone is saying that Wolfburg is a small place, and I heard it last night when I was in the bathroom..."

"By the way, the toilet here leads directly to the bottomless mountain, and it will return to the earth after release, and I don't know if the expeditionary force has encountered it when climbing, it's quite interesting to think about."

"This kind of thing is only interesting to you."

Hans was a little curious, "Would Lady Jeanne feel inconvenient because of such a toilet?"

She rolled her eyes, "The Holy Maiden doesn't go to the toilet."

"Really?"

"Really!"

Seeing Hans look shocked, as if wondering how the food should be discharged, Jeanne couldn't help but roll her eyes.

It is a very pure person like Hans who does not feel offended at all when he asks such questions.

The two of them chatted with each other, they were very idle, the enemy did not attack from here, but in order to avoid diverting the tiger from the mountain, they still stuck where they were, waiting for news from Giuliano's headquarters.

It's just that they can hold it, but it is difficult for others.

A young man of the wolf clan said with an anxious face, "Lady Jeanne, the brothers over there are almost unable to support it, and if the defense line over there is broken, there is no point in us holding this place."

Fort Wolf's defense has a lot of weight, but the further back it goes, the weaker it becomes, the strength of the Wolf Federation can't support arming every corner of Fort Wolff, once the first line of defense is broken, it is easy to be driven straight into the back.

Jeanne frowned: "Don't be impatient, if you can't support it, your patriarch will send someone to top it."

Compassion does not lead the army, and righteousness does not accumulate wealth.

It was very uncomfortable to watch your companions and friends fight to the death, but you couldn't rush over to help, but in war, you must be patient.

"But..."

"No, go back to your post, soldier!"

Jeanne's voice was cold, completely out of the usual style of giggling with them.

He opened his mouth, but finally hung his head and said, "Yes."

"That's?"

She suddenly felt something in her heart, and when she looked up, an invisible storm was converging overhead, and one by one her souls were swept into the storm and thrown into the city wall in the distance, a terrifying dark aura made the holy spear in her hand tremble.

That's not fear.

It is an artifact that has been enshrined in the church for countless years and has condensed infinite divine power, and it is a kind of sense of "evil" of the level.

"That woman is really deep enough to hide."

She frowned.

I thought that she was now an elitist, and her strength would steadily suppress Praruo, but now it seems that if it weren't for the factor of attribute restraint, she might not be able to win against Praruo.

"Come out, hide."

Jeanne frowned suddenly, "I can smell you from afar."

A dark shadow slowly appeared.

He wears a white mask, on which his facial features are painted with red paint, and he looks a little like a clown, but the impression is completely incompatible with the joker's ridiculousness, and after watching it for a long time, he will even have a deep fear in his face.

This wolf clan's body is not burly, and it looks no different from ordinary youth, carrying a black flag painted with a wolf's head in its hand, hunting in the wind.

"I didn't expect that even the Mask of Deception could hide from Lady Jeanne's nose, and it was indeed the legendary Knight of Glory, the dream demon of all dark creatures."

Jeanne frowned and said, "You should be the ripper, in the expeditionary force, you have this strength."

"It's down."

"Just in front of me, do you think you can beat me?"

He bowed slightly, "I know that I am no match for Lady, so my goal is just to hold you back."

The black flag slammed into the stone slab.

Jeanne saw a change of scenery in front of her, and she was actually in a scene similar to the Great Colosseum in the Middle Ages, surrounded by a full house, and cheering spectators raised their fists and shouted loudly.

"This is the Banner of Duel, the Wolf Clan's Legacy Treasure, from which no one can escape until either of you and me die."

Francesco the Ripper chuckled, "Even if you have the legendary Kungunir in your hands, you can't break through this barrier, it's the power of the rules."

"The power of rules..."

Jeanne's expression was a little solemn, the power of the rules is the most difficult to counter, this is the standard configuration of the artifact, it seems to just create a heads-up scene, but it is undoubtedly more beneficial to the user, and her current strength is not at its peak.

Francesco smiled, "It depends on the lady, whether you kill the subordinates first, or the clansmen below first deal with the rebellion of those half-breeds*** and Basilicata."

"You really don't have confidence in yourself."

Jeanne didn't see any emotion on her face, she just complained expressionlessly, and then waved the holy spear in her hand into a spear flower, and the holy glow fluttered in the air like dust, leaving a brilliant trail.

It looks like a French sentence, but it also looks like a variant of theology invented by the Church of Avignon.

"What does that mean?"

Jeanne said succinctly, "Punish the woman and eliminate the evil."

The Ripper chuckled, "Lady Jeanne, are the wolf clans really evil? It is true that we have taken control of most of the Italian states, but at the same time we have brought order here, so that the cheap produce of the two Sicilies can be distributed throughout Italy, so that the majority of the poor can be satisfied."

"On the contrary, the French capitalists drove young children into the factories, paid them a meager salary, and allowed the smoke and dust poison to harm their bodies, so that they would die before they even lived to be twenty.

In the streets of Paris, the tall chimneys spew billowing smoke, poisoning the lungs of every living person; Workers begging on the streets, whose limbs were crushed by machines, could only wait for death in despair; The Seine is filled with foul-smelling wastewater from factories, making it difficult for ordinary people to get a sip of clean water.

Is this what is right?"

Francesco's tone was sincere: "What is the reason why Lady Jeanne does not sanction those "vampires" but interferes in the internal affairs of my wolf clan?"

"You want to stall?"

Jeanne raised an eyebrow, completely unprepared to argue with the Ripper.

Not in his position, not in his politics.

Jeanne was clear about herself.

"Doesn't that make sense?"

Jeanne said coldly, "It just seems to make sense."

In the Victorian era, when the Industrial Revolution began, Italy was torn apart, barren and lacking in energy and minerals, and the stubborn old-fashioned style of the wolf clan was far behind.

If Italy entered the industrial age, the wolves would never do much worse than their British and French capitalist counterparts for the sake of profit, or even worse.

Capitalists, bureaucrats, dark forces, just a raccoon dog.

"That's the end of the gossip, let's see the real chapter under our hands."

"Madame Jeanne, it's not easy to kill me."

Francesco took a step back, the smile on the clown mask on his face becoming even more creepy.

And so he melted into the darkness.

"Come on, see if your must-hit spear can catch my tracks."

Voices came from all directions.

The holy spear in Jeanne's hand began to bloom with a thousand rays of light, and her body was covered in a rich holy light that flowed like melted gold.

Golden wings stretched out from behind, and the silver-white armor was engraved with gold god patterns.

She fluttered her wings and flew into the air, like a god high above, her eyes cold and without the slightest emotion.

The pressure around her was greater than ever, as if there was a large invisible hand trying to drag her body back to the ground.

Chanting sounded like a morning bell and a dusk drum.

A holy sound.

The sky was filled with golden light.