Dark Soul Moon

The sooner he is crowned, the more secure Charlie's heart will be, and he won't have to worry all the time.

He comfortably picked up a glass of water and drank it.

Feeling the clear feeling in his mouth, Charlie nodded with satisfaction.

Next, with the help of that saint, it was time for me to save France, expel the English, and reach the pinnacle of my life.

"I don't know what conditions the saint will propose?"

Charlie realized.

He guessed that the other party might want a territory, or become a nobleman, or even want to become a queen.

Charlie was looking forward to it.

He was very curious what kind of wish Joan would make, after all, she was a Catholic saint.And the saint has always been synonymous with no desire, no desire, and devout faith.

"Speaking of which, the guard of the saint, that Knight of Fahan seems to have been labeled as a cultist, and I don't know if it's true..."

Charlie put down his glass, thinking with some worry.

If that powerful knight was really a cultist, then he was a little worried about his safety.

Even Charlie, who was far behind, had heard of the opponent's rapid performance on the battlefield.

If the other party wants to kill him, Charlie is also a little scared.

His guards may not be able to protect themselves from the opponent's attack.

After all, it was the existence of the God of War, a powerful knight who could pierce the formation of the English with one person.

Perhaps only the angels of the Lord can block each other.

Charlie thought so.

"After taking down Paris, let the saint serve as my guard. For the sake of the saint, if the Fahan knight really wants to kill me, then he must first break through the saint's defense."

After defeating Paris, the French will almost be able to seal the victory. As long as they play steadily, it is only a matter of time before the English are expelled.

The existence of the saint is only to speed up this process.

Since the ending will not change, it is also a good choice to let the saint serve as his bodyguard.

Compared to expulsing the English earlier, Charles chose to guard against possible attacks by French knights.

The former is an inevitable result, while the latter is a possibility. However, if it becomes a reality, then his life may also be lost.

I am the king of France, so I shouldn't just die like this.

"That's it."

Charlie nodded to himself, and made the arrangements for Joan's activities after that clearly.

Of course, now he has to rely on Joan to expel the English.

The group of useless generals under him can't even compare with an uneducated village girl.

At least Joan of Arc has not experienced any failures since she took office.

No matter what kind of enemy, she can defeat it.

No matter how strong the city is, she can conquer it.

In contrast, those generals lost all the way, losing Paris, Lance.If it wasn't for Joan of Arc, it would only be a matter of time before Orléans fell.

While Charlie was still thinking about what to do next, a holy figure appeared in front of him.

He opened his eyes wide, looking at the gradually solidified figure.

That's a Catholic angel.

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Chapter 75 The Coronation of Rance

The next day, in the city of Lance.

In Reims Cathedral, a solemn coronation ceremony is going on at this time.

The protagonist of the coronation ceremony is the Crown Prince of France, Charles.

Charlie walked forward step by step.

There, the Archbishop of Reims was standing there.

The coronation ceremony is presided over by the Catholic clergy.

Due to time constraints, the coronation ceremony was presided over by the Archbishop of Reims.

It should have been someone with a higher status to preside over the coronation ceremony, but Charlie requested the coronation the day after he entered Reims. At this time, the highest-ranking Catholic clergyman in Reims was the Archbishop of Reims.

Joan of Arc held the iris flower flag and stood aside watching all this.

Her expression was quiet and indifferent, like a saint.

The white fleur-de-lis flag fell slowly, occasionally being blown up by the wind from nowhere, making a rustling sound.

Gildrey watched this scene with other French generals.