Moe Cultivation Diary

Chapter 882 Really (Joan of Arc) Drunk?

"Roja, you bastard, you almost killed me." The mysterious magic robe was in tatters, and the young man who returned to Paris said somberly, almost staying there.

"What's going on, will it be messed with by that saint?"

The young man's expression made Roja also frown. He just asked the young man to check on the saint's question, and it was obvious that he had been seriously injured when he came back?
With his character, if he was not in real danger, he would never let his special magic robe get hurt or dusty, let alone damage it directly.

Not so precious but his noble self-esteem would never allow him to do that.

"That saint is surrounded by heroic spirits"

"Heroic spirit? Are you sure?" Roja's face changed slightly as he subconsciously stagnated and asked in confirmation.

"I'm sure, that kind of existence is definitely a heroic spirit." The young man's understanding of heroic spirits is not inferior to anyone else, and the girl's abilities are far from conventional heroes.

"..." Hearing the young man's words, Roja fell silent.

In the current era, it is almost impossible to summon the heroic spirit, only the dispatch of restraint, the heroic spirit guards the side of Joan of Arc, the savior of France, the possibility of which has to make the two of them think deeply, is it for them ?

"What should I do? I suspect that it was not the princess who wiped out the dead disciples, but the heroic spirit who appeared next to Joan this time."

Judging from the place where the dead disciples died on the battlefield, it happened to be the place where Joan of Arc existed.

"Continue to plan, and let the heroic spirit taste the things that the princess prepared first." A ruthless look flashed in his eyes, and Roja returned to calmly said.

The strength of the heroic spirit is not enough to make the two flinch. Even the princess of the true ancestor dared to deceive and still care about the heroic spirit. What Roja cares about is why the heroic spirit appears here.

"How is the preparation of that thing, are you sure there is no problem?"

"In the end, it's just a medium. No matter what it is, it doesn't have much influence on the final result. It's enough to wait for the other party to arrive."

"Heroic spirit... I want to see if I can destroy it"

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Less than half a day after leaving Reims, not only one person in the expedition team was not damaged, but one more person returned to the city, and the extra person naturally sat on the same ride with Joan of Arc.

Considering that the crown prince's coronation ceremony will be imminent, it is not appropriate to cause any accidents at this moment, and the relevant information has also been suppressed for the time being and not reported to the higher authorities.

"The Crown Prince's coronation ceremony is not long away, Xiaoyou..." Joan of Arc asked after returning to the room to rest.

The coronation ceremony was supposed to be a grand ceremony, but the crown prince was too eager to take the throne. After all, he could not be regarded as the real king of France without a coronation, so everything was kept simple.

Even if it was simple, it would take a lot of time to arrange it. Fortunately, Reims Cathedral is the coronation site of all dynasties, and it has everything that should be. It took about a day to finally prepare and the coronation will begin soon.

"You guys go, I'll wait for you here" Sitting on the bed, You Feng shook his head and said.

It's not that God doesn't really exist, and the Church of the Holy Church also makes him scruples. It's okay at ordinary times, but it's better not to go when the coronation is like this, just in case something happens.

"...Well, let's leave first." Nodding slightly, Joan of Arc also understood that maybe the 'lord' of Reims Cathedral and him were not on the same side, and it was not suitable for forcing.

After everyone left, You Feng, who was left alone at home, also began to think about the youth and Roja. With the addition of high-ranking magicians, the development of things seemed to be going in a more remote direction...

The morning sun shines on the Reims Cathedral, the patterns and statues all over the outer wall are lifelike, surrounded by stars, and a soldier is on guard nervously near the church, because the most grand event in France is about to start here. coronation ceremony.

The luxuriously dressed Charles VII stepped on the red carpet and walked step by step into the Reims Cathedral. Even the crown prince couldn't help but feel excited at this moment. He will soon become the real king.

Time passed, and it didn't take too much time to confirm the coronation of the throne. Surrounded by many nobles, the crown prince was officially crowned as Charles VII, King of France.

After the coronation was over, the Duke of Alençon and others who left the Reims Cathedral did not look very good.

"Let's rest for a short time, and be ready to fight at any time," the Duke of Alençon said with a little disappointment after leaving the Reims Cathedral.

"..." Duke Dunoy, who came out together, also shook his head in disappointment, disappointed with Charles VII's decision this time.

The strategy they proposed some time ago also received a reply from Charles VII recently, and the result disappointed them all.

After capturing Lance, there is no doubt that coronation is the most important thing, and then they all hope to attack Paris and recover the capital.

However, Charles VII's order was to temporarily consolidate the existing territory, negotiate with the Burgundy side, try to win it over, and temporarily terminate the attack on Paris before the result.

It seems that it just delays the attack time, but it is actually too bad.

Under their rapid combat, it didn't take much time from Orleans to the capture of Reims. The army that predicted the offensive would attack Normandy and Paris had not yet completed preparations.

Taking advantage of the surprise attack now, and waiting for a while is tantamount to a head-on confrontation with the well-prepared English invaders, even if you can win, the casualties will be several times or even more.

"Since the king has given the order, we can only obey. The soldiers who have been fighting for a long time also need to rest." Passing by the two dukes, Joan of Arc said calmly.

"That's the only way to go." Dunoy and the Duke of Alençon also nodded. They could not disobey the king's order.

"You two are well-informed, and I have a question I would like to ask." The pace slowed down, and Joan of Arc suddenly straightened her face and asked seriously.

"If you have any questions, please ask the saint."

"If you value a certain existence very much and want him... to be by your side all the time, what should you do?"

"Of course, tie the opponent to your own chariot, and don't give the opponent the possibility to retreat alone." The Duke of Alençon, who is also a knight, said naturally.

Create common interests and tie the other party to one's own side. Once something happens to the other party, the other party will definitely be damaged, and it becomes a compulsory binding of interests.

"I think it is better to establish a good relationship with the other party first, and then gradually deepen it. Compared with the Duke of Alençon's method, it is more stable."

Dunoy has always been loyal to Charles VII for no other reason than because he was the captain of Charles VII's guard.

Even if he was later promoted and sent to station in Orleans, he was still on the side of Charles VII, and he could know the choice without other people's consideration.

"But you may not be able to understand whether the other party's heart is really by your side, or it is more appropriate to bundle them into a chariot (common interests)"

"Even so, having a deep relationship is better for sustaining the relationship between the two"

"Thank you very much for your help." A flash of inspiration flashed in her mind, and Joan of Arc's pace suddenly accelerated, and it didn't take long for her to distance herself from Alençon and Dinoir.

"..." The two who were about to quarrel just now looked at each other inexplicably, as if something went wrong?

Returning to the room, Youfeng was lying quietly on the bed, her soft long hair was hanging down wantonly on the bed, and her slightly curled up figure made people want to hug him even more.

The perfect throw pillow!
"Saint, this is a gift from His Majesty before." He took the beautiful packing box and sent it to the room. After seeing the situation in the room, Demes left quickly with interest.

A rewarding gift?Walking to the table and opening the box, it looks like...a bottle?
Giving up on the gift for the time being, Joan of Arc thought about what the two dukes said, wanted to keep Xiaoyou and tie her to her side?And the relationship needs to be more in-depth?

"Ah~" Yawning comfortably, Youfeng stretched his body lazily.

After Joan of Arc left, Youfeng seriously thought about the forces behind England, thinking about it... the body felt like it was falling into a rest.

I definitely didn’t go to bed just because I wanted to sleep. I was concentrating on thinking. Because I was too focused, my body naturally fell into a rest.

"You're back, Joan of Arc." He floated off the bed softly, and Joan of Arc happened to be sitting at a table not far away. On the small table were various...ordinary dishes.

"Xiao You woke up~" Turning around, her fair little face was flushed, her blue eyes were enchanting, and her pale lips were stained with moisture, which made one couldn't help but want to touch them.

"...Jeanne, you're not drinking, are you?"

Lightly came to Joan of Arc's side, there was still a bottle of wine on the table that looked like it hadn't been opened for a long time, and the aroma of the wine wafted out from it.

"Well, it's not good." Nodding her head, Joan shook her head again and said.

"Go to sleep first, drink if you don't know how to drink." Floating to Joan of Arc in distress, what kind of attribute is this?In the future, it is better to advise Jeanne to touch less.

"Hey, I caught it." The azure blue pupils flashed sharply, and the body moved gently, and the smoothness would definitely not make people think that this is a drunk person.

"...Stupid Joan of Arc, what are you doing?" Looking at the ropes wrapped around her body, Youfeng said speechlessly.

This kind of weak rope, with a little force, can... damn it!Unable to break free!

As soon as he was about to use his strength, Youfeng suddenly felt like crying without tears and found that Joan of Arc had hugged him from behind, his damn body had been moved by Alaya, and he couldn't use his strength at all!

"Whoever told Xiaoyou to run away with others, only by being tied to her side can she ensure that she won't leave." Jing's face was still blushing, but her actions made Youfeng unable to figure out whether she was drunk or not Drunk.

"Which soul told you!" Joan of Arc in his family would not have thought of such an abnormal method, which soul polluted it!
"Two Great Aristocrats Full of Philosophy"

What the hell is that!A great noble with a philosophical atmosphere, ghosts and animals appear in this era? ? ?

"In this way, the gods of my family will not be able to escape~"

"You also said that I am the god of your family, not a pet." How can anyone tie up the gods they enshrine... pets only wear collars.

"... What's the difference?" After a moment's pause, Joan suddenly tilted her head and asked inexplicably.

"..." The difference is big.

Holding the light breeze on the bed, Joan straddled her body in small steps, her legs wrapped in black stockings, outlining her sexy curves.

You Feng has never really looked at Joan of Arc's legs carefully, they are tall and slender, plump and round, just...

...What the hell was I thinking at this time!

"Stupid Joan of Arc, what do you want to do again? Could it be that those two great philosophical nobles said something else to you?" Gritting his teeth, You Feng had already scolded the two philosophical nobles in his heart, don't Let yourself know who it is.

"...That's right, we need to communicate in depth." After thinking for a moment, shaking her body slightly, Jeanne said with a smile, and the softness on her chest also trembled slightly.

By the way, Joan is only 17 years old now?How big is it, the scale is enough to make Liya cry, why didn't she feel it normally...why did she miss it again, where did her firm willpower go!

"Joan of Arc, you are a saint, you have to be careful when joking, it would be bad if it gets out." This time, You Feng was really persuading. It's really game over.

"Leftover woman? If you don't act anymore, you will really become a leftover woman~"

"Saint, there are..."

The door outside the door opened suddenly, and Giles, who was upright, was a little dazed for two seconds. Under the gaze of Joan of Arc, he managed to get in and out.

Gilles what is your reaction!The Marshal of France is so cowardly!Hurry up and stop it, you are Joan's most loyal guard, right? Just look at the man like this?
"Please rest assured, the saint, no one will enter the room for the next day"

Why don't you just leave like this...

A swearing voice sounded from outside the door, and Joan on You Feng nodded her head in satisfaction.

"No one will bother you now~" Joan of Arc said with a smile while resting her hands on You Feng's chest.

It's nothing more than a rope, even if the body doesn't use all its strength, it only needs to be gently... Huh?

Just when Youfeng was trying to find a way to escape, her soft body touched him, lying on Youfeng's body, Joan of Arc successfully fell into sleep.

"It's okay" I was relieved, but what's the situation with this faint sense of disappointment...

"Huh?" After sleeping for an indeterminate amount of time, Joan of Arc opened her eyes and looked around suspiciously. She seemed to want to cook for herself to deepen her relationship with Xiaoyou, so why did she come to the bed?

"Jane"

"Xiaoyou?" Turning around, Youfeng was sitting beside her, looking at her seriously.

"Remember, never drink again in the future..."

"Yeah" Although it's strange why Xiaoyou said that, anyway, she hasn't tried it much, so don't drink it.

"What's wrong with Gilles?" Joan of Arc barely saw Giles' figure on the ground behind through the quiet wind and asked doubtfully.

"He was tired, so I let him rest here for a day"

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