I Began Selling Jars from Naruto World Chapter 627: ：Meeting between old friends

This place itself is like an unknown shadowy corner of a bright city.

There are almost no lights. Ordinary people walk in here and even need to **** carefully.

But for Silence and Joan of Arc, nature is as clear as day.

Joan of Arc has already smelled the blood, which made her quicken her steps, and shuttle in the alleys silently and quickly, while Silent is still walking unhurriedly, but strangely always Stay by Joan's side, never leaving.

Finally, we arrived at the place where the smell of blood was the strongest.

This is a small yard with a separate villa, and all the lighting bulbs that should have existed at the door have been broken.

Joan slowed down.

The beautiful face is very serious, and the fierce anger is surging in the eyes.

For Joan of Arc, who had participated in the war on the battlefield for two whole years, it is easy to identify that there are at least dozens of corpses in this room. When she thinks that there are many children among them, her Anger is burning.

However, he still forced himself to remain calm.

After she glanced at Silent, she tried her best to hide her breath and approached little by little.

A sound like fine lines emanated from the inside.

"It's wonderful, it's a work of art! It's a caster."

"Ryunosuke, as expected, you can understand that human beings are a species that is numb to fear, but if you give hope first, the moment from hope to despair is the most wonderful fear. If you exist, you will definitely be angry about it." Another voice was equally intoxicated.

It seems that she vaguely understood the meaning of the words of these two people, and when she recalled the tragic situation at the scene before, Jeanne couldn't wait any longer.

"That's it!" She waved the flag and broke through from the front with a bang.

What you see is a very tragic scene.

Blood everywhere, broken limbs and broken arms, countless wriggling tentacles crawling on the corpse, making terrifying sounds, the initiator of all this, like a demon-like heroic spirit, is even playing with a head full of fear .

This can no longer be called the undead of a lost hero.

Instead, it should be called a fierce spirit.

But at this moment.

The head in the murderous spirit's hand fell to the ground because of the weakness of his fingers. His big raised eyes trembled as he looked at the girl who broke in, and seemed to be full of incredible joy.

He took a step forward.

She stumbled and fell in front of Joan of Arc, with a smile on her face as if she had seen relatives who were separated from life and death.

He humbly stretched out his hands and shouted with a trembling voice:

"Your Highness, is this true? I still have one day to see you again, ah, did the gods finally hear my wish, I have been looking forward to your resurrection, and I have been waiting to see you again On the day we met, at this moment, at this moment! My wish has come true!"

Jeanne opened her mouth slightly when she heard the man's words.

She had thought about various scenes after the meeting, but Dudu didn't expect it.

Since she is called Her Royal Highness, she is someone who knows her.

Joan of Arc could not help but carefully looked at the Servant in front of her.

Wearing an ancient-style robe with blood-like red lines on it, a thin face, big raised eyes, and a crying and laughing expression, at first glance, he looks like a moody and dangerous person.

But.

Joan of Arc is still vaguely recognizable from the contours of her facial features.

"Jill...is that you, Jill?" she said in disbelief.

"Woo woo." Jill's tears flowed from her big eyes, and she cried hysterically, "There will be another day when I can hear you calling my name, even if I die right now, there is no regret. !”

"..."

Joan of Arc opened her mouth slightly, feeling the strong smell of blood in the air, as if she wanted to say something, but she couldn't say anything.

She is not ignorant of history.

After he was burnt to death as a witch, his comrade-in-arms, Gil de Rei, who fought with him, although he ascended to the throne of the marshal by virtue of his military exploits, was also addicted to black magic, and even killed hundreds of them. Young man, there is no doubt that Jill in front of him is the embodiment of the devil, the manifestation of his tragic fate that is closely related to himself.

The hands holding the spear exerted a little force.

"Jill." Joan of Arc calmed her voice as much as possible, "We are all people of the past, and now we are here as servants because of the Holy Grail War, there is no saint and marshal, I am the ruler, And you're a caster, that's just the reason, but what you've done has violated the rules of the Holy Grail War."

Although she met her former comrades and friends, Joan of Arc couldn't reminisce, and she couldn't reminisce.

Even if Jill has become so responsible, even if Jill is so eager to meet him again.

However, he cannot be allowed to continue like this.

Joan of Arc has guilt in her heart, but she is determined to bear the sin of betraying her companions, so she never thinks she is a saint, but a stupid one who stained her body with blood for her own wishes Just a sinner ~IndoMTL.com~ So-

Joan raised the spear in her hand slightly.

"Please don't say that! Your Highness." Jill raised his head, his bloodshot eyes still seemed to be filled with some kind of ecstatic joy, "It doesn't matter anymore, the Holy Grail War has long been over. I have found a better god, a **** better than the Lord you believe in! It is the great one who made my wish come true and made me see you again! So, stop talking about ruler and caster Such things, the so-called Holy Grail, and even the so-called gods can no longer shackle us, Your Highness, only your most loyal servants are here!"

At this time, Jill did not have that crazy expression, but was more immersed in the intoxication of a better future.

He once again returned to Her Majesty's side.

Once again, I returned to the days when I was able to see Her Royal Highness.

To him, everything else is no longer important.

"Jill, you..."

Joan of Arc took a deep breath in the strong smell of blood, as if she wanted to remind herself of the time on the battlefield, make herself indifferent, and make herself no longer hesitate.

Isn't it already decided?

Kill some to save more.

Isn't this hopeless idea what she believed and did when she was alive?

And just when Joan of Arc was about to do it directly.

A silent voice suddenly came.

"You said you found a good deity?"