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Nothing else matters!

Looking at the noodles with soybean paste served by Shuoyue, Joan of Arc, who had been hungry for a long time, stared blankly.

This was not the macaroni she was familiar with, but perhaps because of her empty stomach, the aroma from this bowl of noodles was far stronger than any dish Jeanne had ever seen.

"Hand-made fried noodles. Considering that you don't like spicy food, I added sweet noodle sauce and minced garlic."

Out of instinct as a top chef, Shuoyue wanted to explain a few more words, but after the noodles were placed on the table, the originally dying Miss Arbiter suddenly sat up in shock, picked up the noodles with a spoon and fork and put them into her mouth. In an instant, she was resurrected and ate the whole bowl of noodles in a blink of an eye, and even asked for another bowl with tears in her eyes.

"Don't worry, take it easy."

He handed over a bowl of cooked soup and motioned for Jeanne to drink it. For some reason, Shuoyue felt a sense of déjà vu when looking at the pitiful girl in front of him.

After drinking the steaming soup, her tightened stomach immediately relaxed. Jeanne narrowed her eyes in satisfaction and let out a satisfied burp. When he reacted, he covered his mouth with a red face.

"Sorry! I, I didn't mean to..."

"It doesn't matter. Customers' satisfaction is the best encouragement for me." Shuoyue smiled and enthusiastically handed over another bowl of noodles. "Come on, enjoy your meal."

He couldn't be killed or buried, and there was another judge supervising him at home, so Shuo Yue only had one attitude toward Joan of Arc.

Try your best to make friends.

At the moment, Shuo Yue doesn't know what Joan of Arc's 'revelation' is, but in any case, he is very familiar with feeding delicious food to gain favor.

Back then, King Arthur, Yuzu, Illya, Miyu, Gudazi and Nero...even Jin Shining and the Emperor, didn't they all bow to his superb cooking skills (dense fog)?

"Eat, eat..." Looking at Joan of Arc who had completely forgotten about questioning him and was fully focused on enjoying the food, Shuoyue's smile became more and more proud.

Eaters are short-tongued and soft-handed, just as Shuo Yue expected. After eating and drinking, Joan didn't say anything. She just felt sulky for a long time, and then she felt sleepy and warned him, "You are not allowed to leave before noon." Finally, he snatched the room arranged by the old man for Shuo Yue, lay on the bed, and began to sleep for a long time.

"Eat, sleep, eat. As expected of you, a French village girl, easier to coax than a girlfriend..."

Shuo Yue, who was a little revenged by the saint, was not angry. He just complained and decisively ignored her request and left the house.

The data has been obtained and must be sent to Lingxia and the others quickly.

"Magic Night" is released on the PC. Have you all donated generously? Anyway, I would like to pay tribute to the author by buying it first (dog head)!

Chapter 439 The Saint Lady’s Sleeping Service

Chapter 440 The Saint Lady’s Sleeping Service

"Get it so soon?"

The images of Lingxia and others were projected in the grove. With the help of the path established by the replacement magic, Shuo Yue easily sent the data and poured it into the blank replacement card in Lingxia's hand.

After doing this, the magic power in the assassin's body was drained again, and not a drop could be squeezed out.

"The information about Joan of Arc's spirit, including her spirit outfit and body size, has been verified by me." Shuoyue said very quickly while the magic power of the communication magic had not yet been completely consumed, "Make sure to find a chance to inform the Black Party of the information before noon today."

As soon as the voice fell, the magic power of the communication card was completely consumed, and the screen was interrupted. The sixth director Reika picked up the replacement card with the pattern on the cabinet and handed it to Altria.

"It's up to you, Miss Artoria."

Shuoyue's plan is simple - relying on Daimao's similar appearance, temperament and the same job as Jeanne d'Arc, she can disguise herself as the Arbiter to pass on information to the Black Side.

Arturia didn't take it immediately. She was still thinking about the meaning of Shuo Yue's words: "The spiritual equipment is understandable, but the body shape? Is it correct by personal testing?"

Thinking of the scene of Joan of Arc sleeping on Shuo Yue's bed, Dai Mao felt a little uneasy: "Lingxia, do you think nothing will happen between them?"

"Who knows about this kind of thing?" Compared with a woman disguised as a man, her wife and 'son' are both fake King Arthur, the sixth director Lingxia is a veteran, "A man and a woman are alone in the same room, and even the girl's I know my figure clearly, huh..."

Hearing this, Artoria's eyes widened, and her pretty face was suddenly dyed red: "In other words, Shuo Yueqing..."

"Okay, Miss Artoria, if you want to know what happened, can't you just ask Mr. Sakuzuki directly next time?"

After assisting Shuoyue, Sixth Director Lingxia chuckled and pushed Daimao out: "Now, let's go test whether the card can be used normally. To be honest, I am also very curious about what the Saint Lady disguised by Altria looks like~~"

Lingxia and Daimao went to experiment, and in the grove near the village, after Shuo Yue recovered some of his magic power, he turned back in the direction he came from, and soon found his target.

"Cuckoo..." The snow-white doves were circling in the forest, their dark eyes revealing a clear and foolish gaze.

We are good brothers. How could I pigeonhole you.jpg

The moment Shuo Yue saw pigeons, a series of ways to eat pigeon soup, roasted pigeon, crispy squab, pigeon stewed with chestnuts, etc. flashed in his mind.

After making it, give one to the king, one to Joan of Arc, and one to the empress. They will definitely be very happy, right?

With a slight cough, Shuo Yue wiped away the inexplicable thoughts from his mind. Shuo Yue appeared behind the pigeon, grabbed the frightened white bird and forced it to look at him.

The condensed magic power of the third method penetrated and easily found the simple spell of the Gods. After analyzing it in reverse, it connected to a distant servant.

At that time, Empress Semiramis was discussing future matters with Amakusa. She suddenly screamed and covered her left eye, but she could not block the surging platinum-gold light.

The light of the third method is projected out, outlining the image of the young man in black robe.

"Your Excellency Shuoyue?!" Amakusa stood up with a solemn expression. He first held the empress's hand and gently moved it away. After confirming that his eyes were not damaged, he turned to look at the projected figure.

"What happened to contacting us in this special way?"

"Don't think too much. It's just that there are no mobile phones between you and me, and no causal connection has been established, so it's more cost-effective to do this." Shuoyue explained calmly, not realizing how shocking his act of casually modifying the Age of Gods ritual was to a modern magician.

"Revealing a piece of news, Black seems to be heading to Sighisoara for unknown reasons."

"What did you say?" Amakusa was startled and subconsciously looked at his Servant. Semiramis covered his controlled left eye and said angrily, "Haven't you always been by my side? I have been working hard to build the Sky Garden these two days. It is natural that I am not aware of the intelligence network, right?"

They would not suspect Shuo Yue of passing on false news. Firstly, it would be of no benefit to him, who also belongs to the red side. Secondly, if Shuo Yue lies, black side will not be able to cooperate with him.

"In that case, let the group go." After thinking for a moment, Amakusa made a decision, "It's a good opportunity to test the strength of the rebellious knight."

When the saint with a forehead protector and a flying holy flag appeared at the gate of Mirennia Fortress, no one doubted that the aura of the judge on her body led her to the king.

"Holy girl, when you return today, have you decided that you want to join Yu's army and fight with Black Fang and us?"

Vlad III sat on the throne, looking expectantly at the blonde girl in front of him, but Joan of Arc, or rather the disguised Altria, just shook her head with a cold expression and a sonorous tone:

"I've already said it, Lord, I will not interfere in the battle between the two camps."

But then, based on what Lingxia had said, Altria changed the subject and said:

"However, considering that the Red team has violated the arbitrator, I am hereby using the arbitrator's privileges to release a piece of information to the Black team."

Release information? !

Danik and Vlad III looked at each other with excited expressions.

In addition to the gap in strength, isn't the essence of the Holy Grail War an intelligence war?

If the arbitrator gives out crucial information, even if the black side is inferior to the red side in hard power, it can still gain an unimaginable advantage!

Amid excitement and anticipation, the two leaders of Black heard the voice of the adjudicator.

"Today, the Red Army and its Master secretly went to Sighisoara."

"Hearing this, Danic subconsciously looked at Avisbronn who had come over, and Avisbronn shook his head.

"At least for now, there is no movement from the red side."

"In other words, did the red team go to Sighisoara by unknown means? What did they want to do?"

No, actually it was just because Shuo Yue also talked to the leader of the red side.

Arturia groaned inwardly.

As cunning as Darnic and as heroic as Vlad III, the two leaders of the black side would never have imagined that they were like puppets being played by Shuo Yue who was hiding in the dark.

Even she, Shuo Yue's nominal boss and the king she was loyal to, often felt that her IQ was being crushed by that young man, and she felt very frustrated.

Reveal Black's information and let Red take action.

Reveal information about the red side and force black to mobilize troops.

In this way, although the information was all wrong at the time, in terms of facts, it couldn't be more correct.

Shuo Yueqing, how on earth did you come up with this trick?

This certain person had no idea of ​​the admiration his servants had for him, and after revealing the information, he returned to the village around dawn.

He had been busy for so long that night, and he hadn't had any rest. Although a servant didn't need sleep, the main body's habits obviously couldn't be changed on the spur of the moment.

Calculating what to do next, Shuoyue pushed open the door, took off his black robe, lifted the quilt, and went in...

"Hmm~~" There was a squeaking sound from the bed, Shuo Yue was startled, and then she remembered that Joan had occupied his room to catch up on her sleep.

That is to say...

Shuoyue stood up and leaned over to look, only to see a blonde girl who had taken off her armor and was wearing a school uniform (Laetitia's) lying on the bed. After being disturbed by Shuoyue, she just pouted in dissatisfaction, and then fell asleep again with a silly smile on her face.

If you look carefully, you will find that the girl has torn off her tight school uniform tie while half asleep, and even unbuttoned a few buttons of her white shirt. A gleam of spring is looming, plus a plumpness that a certain poster girl can never match. The mountains are so dazzling.

Let's go to the living room and rest for a while." After admiring for a long time, Shuoyue stood up silently and planned to leave. However, when he got off the bed, Jeanne suddenly frowned, raised her arms, and although she closed her eyes, she hugged Shuoyue accurately and dragged him back to the warm bed.

"Don't go, huh... huh... (sleep)

Is this sleeping or waking?

At first, Shuo Yue struggled subconsciously, but as the white shirt became looser, he decisively stopped moving, and could only be helplessly held in Joan's arms, like a pillow that could not be affectionate.

I don’t know what kind of super expansion this is, but is this saintess too unsuspecting?

I vaguely realized something in my heart, but the 'Belt Sealing Technique' that has suppressed countless heroes throughout the ages is not a wasted reputation, especially with the warm and fragrant nephrite beside me. Fatigue surged up, and Shuo Yue yawned silently, Just ignore the mistake and close your eyes.

Tired, destroy it.

Putting aside the possible disasters in the future, Shuoyue let the Saint hold him in her arms, and fell asleep peacefully on the soft "cushion".

After sleeping, it was three poles in the sun.

摆了

I'll take the exam tomorrow, put it down.

This is my first time off after more than a month of perfect attendance... But it’s exam week, so the time off won’t become less, it will only become more (escape).

Chapter 440 The indescribable and unspeakable

Chapter 441 Indescribable...Unspeakable...

It's like hugging a very warm pillow, and even the dreams you have are sweet.

The saint woke up from her dream with her long eyelashes fluttering. The afternoon sun filled her amethyst eyes, and the lazy girl was as beautiful as a spring painting.

The quilt retained the fluffy sunlight and the faint fragrance of the young girl. As Joan of Arc changed into a comfortable position and planned to continue staying in bed, the feeling of a foreign object in her hand made her half-squint and look at her hand.

The tightly clutched black shirt came into view.

"This is?!"

Jeanne was instantly frightened and woke up. She threw away her shirt as if she had been bitten by a snake. She jumped up from the bed and looked sideways.

There was nothing on her side, only the depressed depression indicated that someone had been there.

Thinking about who the tenant was and the ink-colored shirt embroidered with gold patterns in his hand, it goes without saying that he was the 'lucky man' who had slept with this saint.

He...how could he do this? !

Recalling the handsome and cold face of the young man, Joan of Arc couldn't help licking the dry corners of her mouth, and was surprised to find that... the corners of her mouth were a little salty and had a taste of rust.

Anyone who has experienced battles will naturally be familiar with the smell of blood.

But she wasn't injured, so where did the blood come from?

"Miss Jeanne..." In my mind, the original owner of this body, Leticia, spoke softly, "Do you remember what you did after you fell asleep last night?"

"At night? After falling asleep?" Jeanne smiled gently and elegantly, "Ms. Leticia is really a joker. How can I remember it when I was asleep? It was just a dream. I dreamed of a pillow or something. I'm a little embarrassed to say it out loud. It seems that I bit it as if it was delicious... What a strange dream, right?"

Leticia was silent.

"Right?" Joan of Arc did not give up and repeated it with a smile. However, the smile on her face disappeared. She looked down at the shirt in her hands... Suddenly, a certain saint threw herself back on the quilt, skillfully tied herself up like a maggot, and began to roll around.

"Wow QAQ, what have I done!"

Obviously, Miss Saint also has some guesses about the true identity of 'Pillow', but it might be better not to know some things.

"He carried her up? Did I carry her up? Then, if that happened, I would be disgraced in front of him!" The quilt was filled with Joan of Arc's cries, along with her messy black and gold shirt.

...In fact, in front of Mr. Shuo Yue, you already have no reputation to speak of, right?

Leticia, who woke up an hour earlier than Joan of Arc, sighed. Although she lent her body to the saint, she could still see the outside world.

In the morning, the young man who was obviously stiff but still didn't make any movement, even though Jeanne's hands and feet were entangled with each other, and he was touching him, his beautiful and deep golden eyes, Laetitia has always been fascinated by it. deep impression.