"Knock knock!"

Early the next morning, there was a knock on Joan of Arc's bedroom door.

A moment later, a voice came from outside the door.

"May I come in, Chief?"

But there was no sound in the bedroom, and a moment later the door was pushed open and Rahman entered, looking around with some confusion.

Then, he took a step back and called out to a cleaner who was cleaning in the hallway.

"Hello, may I ask, where did the girl in this room go?"

The cleaner looked at the room quizzically, then shook his head.

"I didn't see anything."

Raman's brow furrowed even deeper, and he entered Joan of Arc's room once more.

He searched the room, and soon found a piece of paper on the dresser on one side of the bedroom.

He picked up the piece of paper, and on it was Joan of Arc's handwriting.

She is a village girl, she has not read any books, and there are relatively few opportunities to write, so the handwriting is not very good-looking.

When she was in the army, Rahman taught her how to write, and the handwriting was all too familiar to him.

As he gradually read the letter, his face became more and more solemn, and even turned pale at the end.

He quickly snatched the letter out of the door and ran to the end of the hallway.

Inside the President's office.

Tesla, Joseph, President Cartier, and Britannia's representative, Reilly, sat on the couch at their desks, staring solemnly at the letter placed on the coffee table in front of them.

"Did she write that?" Cartier asked.

"Absolutely." Rahman affirmed, "It's her handwriting." ”

Joseph frowned, "How did she leave the Elysée Palace?" ”

"I don't know, I asked the whole palace, as well as the guards on duty outside twenty-four hours a day, but there is no trace of her leaving, and we searched the Elysee Palace, but we still haven't found her." Raman continued.

The office fell silent again, and Cartier's and Joseph's brows furrowed even deeper.

At this time, Cartier also spoke, "Inform the gendarmes of Paris and all the police officers to look for traces of Joan of Arc throughout Paris, she will not go far." Go to the airboat docking station and ask if there has been any record of an airboat taking off in the last few hours. ”

Raman didn't move, and Cartier looked at him suspiciously.

"I've done it all." Rahman muttered softly, "No trace of her was found. ”

"Can a big living person suddenly disappear?" Joseph said angrily.

Raman was silent for a moment and said, "Maybe it's true."

Hearing this, everyone's eyes were focused on Raman's body.

"She does have some powers that common sense can't explain." Rahman whispered, "Like everything that happened on the battlefield of Verdun. ”

There was silence again, but just as the atmosphere in the office froze, the office was pushed open and a young man in a military uniform entered.

With a telegram in his hand, he went straight to Cartier's side and whispered a few words in his ear.

Everyone could see that his pupils shrunk to a point in that moment, and then, Cartier quickly reached out and took the telegram from his hand and looked at it carefully.

"It can't be!" Cartier shouted.

"What's going on?" Joseph asked with a frown.

"Our intelligence system in Berlin has found traces of Joan of Arc in Berlin." Cartier muttered softly.

"What !!?"

Compared to Paris and London, which have been capitals for thousands of years, Berlin was clearly an inconspicuous city in the Middle Ages, which lasted for more than 1,000 years.

So there are no particularly old cultural buildings here, but there are many museums, and it is clearly more like a city for survival than St. Petersburg, which is full of pipes and chimneys.

The streets are bustling with people, pedestrians and carts hurrying past the windows full of clocks and dinner plates.

The streets are well managed, and the sides are not occupied by small vendors.

Although the war in Germany was fiercely fought.

But at first glance, the atmosphere of war at the front did not affect Berlin, the capital.

However, if you stop and look closely in the streets, you will see that most of the people walking on the streets are women, and you can also see some mutilated men walking on crutches on the streets.

Some children in tattered clothes and dirty were running around the road, and no one cared about them.

The youngest of these children, who were not even six years old, were children who had lost their parents and were wandering around the city, and the welfare homes were already full.

They form gangs in the city, rummaging through garbage or receiving handouts for a living.

A carriage drove slowly through the street, the sound of wheels rolling was rhythmic, and in the front of the carriage, a white-haired young man in a black coat was carrying a horse rope.

In the carriage, Joan of Arc sat in her seat, quietly watching everything in the street.

She apparently also noticed those with disabilities and children who had lost their parents.

This is also the case in some of the major conscription provinces of West Farland.

Germany is different, they have to fight not only with the West Frangerns, but also with Beichen.

This is true even in the capital, let alone the rest of the cities.

If the fight continued, Prussia Germany would inevitably be emptied, but it would have to die on the battlefield because of some existential interests......

She slowly closed her eyes, and after a few moments, she opened them again, and there was a little more determination in her eyes.

"Have you figured it out?"

There was a voice in front of the car.

"You still have a chance to turn back."

Joan of Arc was silent for a moment, then spoke.

"When you found me in the village, I was actually dead, right?"

Char didn't respond, and Joan of Arc's words continued.

"Actually, I also thought about it afterwards, I couldn't survive that kind of bombing."

There was a slight ripple in her deep eyes.

"This life exists because of this great mission, and it will end because of this mission, which is also a consummation."

"Do you hate me?" Char said.

"How so?" Joan of Arc smiled, "Before that, I was just a small village girl, and if it weren't for your arrival, I would have died as a village girl in an unknown village, and no one knew about it."

But now, I have such a great mission, and I can even go down in history.

This is a great blessing for me. ”

Char fell silent again, the wheels scurling forward, and Joan of Arc also looked at the slowly moving scenery on both sides.

Her face was calm, as if she were about to go not to the enemy's stronghold, but to the home of an ordinary friend.

As the carriage came to the downtown, she took a deep breath, opened the door of the carriage, rolled over and jumped onto the roof of the carriage, and at the same time, she drew a flag gun from the corner of the carriage.

As she moved, the flag on the spear unfurled, fluttering in the wind, just as her hair curled in the air.

It was the flag of West Fland.

Joan of Arc's action on the roof of the carriage was already very noticeable, especially since she was still wearing the military uniform of West Farland, who was still on the front line, and after the flag of West Franc was unfurled, it detonated the whole street.

Everyone's eyes were focused on her, and some even had a slightly frightened look in their eyes.

The flag of West Flands fluttered in the wind, and her words resounded throughout the streets.

"Good morning, people of Prussia.

I am the commander-in-chief of the 3rd Army in West France - Joan of Arc.

I come for peace."

(End of chapter)