Dark Soul Moon

He pondered.

The dark serpent has been sealed into the sword by himself. After all, as the incarnation of the will of the abyss, the serpent cannot be killed.

Unless the entire abyss is purified together.

Then, the only ones making trouble outside are those white-faced bugs.

The number of white-faced worms is very large. As a monster born naturally from the abyss, white-faced worms are basically unkillable.

As long as the abyss still exists, white-faced worms will inevitably appear, bewitching humans to fall into the abyss.

Moreover, those white-faced worms were very vigilant and would never actively appear in front of him.

His eyes flickered, and finally Ashes gave up his idea of ​​hunting white-faced bugs.

After all, this is of no use.

…………

Joan of Arc stood before the gates of the castle.

The soldiers guarding the gate looked at Joan with strange eyes.

Although Joan's dress looks like a country girl, her appearance is very beautiful.

Such a beautiful woman is rarely seen in the homes of ordinary farmers.

Therefore, the soldiers guarding the gate had some doubts about Joan's identity.

What made them think this way was not only Joan's appearance, but also the holy bell and weapon on her waist.

Maybe the other party is a Catholic?

Although a little strange in their hearts, the soldiers still went to find their commander, Botrikul, and reported to him that someone was looking for him.

Catholics, they can't afford to offend.

If Joan is really a Catholic, then their disrespect can kill them directly.

"You said that there is a woman who wants to find me and wants me to escort her to Chinon?" Botricourt raised his eyebrows and looked at the soldiers in front of him.

"Yes, my lord Botrycourt."

The soldier lowered his head and reported.

A look of curiosity flickered in Botrikul's eyes.

A woman who seems to be Catholic looks for herself, hoping to go to Chinon to meet the Crown Prince of France.

This matter really exceeded his expectations.

"Bring her over to me."

Botrikul said in a commanding tone.

"Yes."

Soon, Joan was brought before Botricourt.

Looking at the beautiful face of the woman in front of him, a look of amazement flashed in his eyes.

Even as a lord, he has never seen a more beautiful woman than Joan of Arc.

"Is that you looking for me?"

Crossing his legs, Botrikul said in a cold tone.

"Why should I take you to Chinon to meet the Crown Prince of France?"

He looked at Joan mockingly.

"If you don't give a reason, then you may not be able to get out of this castle today."

Listening to Botricourt's words, Joan was not nervous.

Recalling Sheila's teaching in her mind, she said in a calm tone: "The Lord blessed me and gave me the mission to save France."

For a moment, she acted like a saint.

Beautricourt was stunned by Joan's performance.

Although this woman is dressed like a village girl, such a holy and aloof temperament is definitely not something a village girl can show.

"The Lord will let a woman save France?"

However, he laughed.

Botricourt did not believe Joan's words.

If you really want to save France, how can you get a woman in turn?

"..."

Joan of Arc didn't speak, just looked at Botricourt quietly.

The laughter is getting smaller and smaller.

"So, how do you prove that you have been blessed by the Lord and given the mission to save France?"