Crown Dead

Although in terms of workmanship, the era of Uruk could not produce buildings like those in Paris, France, but to Xianyu, the city walls of Uruk are still more dazzling than the walls he saw in France solemn.

After all, every brick and stone of this city wall was built by the joint efforts of all of them, and every crack on this city wall represents the soul of a brave warrior behind it.

For the city wall in front of him, he was not just a spectator who could only watch, but he himself was also engraved into it, becoming a part of this ancient epic.

Of course, there are other small reasons that make people feel mixed feelings

"Xian Yusang, there seems to be a poster of you on the city wall!"

"Don't, don't talk nonsense. First of all, we are unrecognized foreigners, so we must act in a low-key manner. Secondly, in such a big place as Uruk, it is reasonable and understandable for there to be one or two people who look a little like me. Well..."

Xian Yu panicked and pulled little Joan away from the city wall, and walked towards the gate.

A notice with Xian Yu's head was posted on the city wall, with the words "King of Ur" on it, and a wanted notice of "WANTED" below it.

Because it is already around 1 o'clock in the morning, looking inside along the main entrance, Uruk is quiet and dark at this time, only sporadic light occasionally comes from the top of the most central hall in Uruk, announcing the [King of Collection] His tyrannical rule will never end.

"Zzzzzzz..."

There was only one guard soldier sitting on a chair leaning against the wall in front of the door, soundly asleep, so it was easy for the two of them to sneak in.

"Jeanne, did you see the sleeping guard? Do you know what we should do now?"

"Well, of course I do!"

Little Joan nodded to express her understanding.

"Okay, then pay attention to my walking posture, lightly touch the ground with the forefoot first, and at the same time make my presence as much as possible—"

"Uncle, Uncle, if you sleep here, you will catch a cold!"

"Hey!?"

Xian Yu originally wanted to show her side as an assassin, but it seemed that Little Joan didn't "understand" Xian Yu's meaning at all. She walked straight to the door guard who was sleeping, stretched out her small hand and patted the door guard's arm .

"Zzz... Huh!? Intruders—huh?"

The doorman was woken up from his dream, first looked around in a panic, and then noticed two small figures, one black and one white, in front of him.

"You...you probably aren't citizens of Uruk, after all, I definitely won't lose my impression of such a cute child."

The doorman looked at little Joan of Arc, took out a candy from his pocket and handed it to her.

"Don't be afraid, although I don't know your identity, but Uruk is not a cold city where a lost girl will be left alone at night and let the cold wind blow. Come with me, and I will help you temporarily arrange a place to stay for one night. "

"Hey, wait, wait... Isn't that what you do as a doorman!? You are too old and nice!"

Xian Yu complained loudly, and at the same time dragged back the little Joan who was looking happy and wanted to follow the guard in.

"And you too! What kind of brain circuit will take the initiative to wake up on the premise that you are a stalker? This kind of sleeping with your back facing you is even deader than a Snorkel. No matter how you look at it, it will let you get close. The guy who presses the melee button to execute? And don’t just believe the standard abduction move!”

"Hmm... But it's not easy to recover from a cold, right?"

Little Joan lowered her head and whispered, seeing such a cute little Joan, Xian Yu had no choice but to forgive her at the speed of light.

"Xiaohuoju, first of all, I am not a professional guard. I was an ordinary soldier waiting to protect Uruk, but one day I was shot in the knee during training, so I can only be a guard."

"...Well, people live in the world and the world is impermanent, so we will not disturb your sleep and let's go first."

Xian Yu vaguely recalled an unlucky guy who was accidentally shot by himself in the knee, and immediately pulled little Joan of Arc to sneak into Uruk with a face of cold sweat.

"Well, be careful not to knock your feet at night. When I was recovering from my injuries, I once heard someone say: There is a great hero from the East. His arrival changed the fate of Uruk. Blue Star—er, I mean like a morning star, guiding us together with King Gilgamesh."

"A great hero from the East? Mmmmmmmmm, sounds so handsome!"

Little Joan of Arc was immediately attracted by this little story, and Xian Yu also half leaned against the city wall, beckoning the guards not to stop with a stinky face (pointing to blow force)

"I won't go into details about the process. In short, even such a great hero is said to have fallen to his death because he didn't look at the soles of his feet when he walked."

"Hey——!? The consequences of wrestling are so serious!" "What kind of story are you telling!"

Little Joan of Arc was taken aback because of the mythical story [The Great Hero Who Falls to Death], and stared at the ground carefully.Xian Yu was so angry that the guard directly exposed the essence of the matter and jumped up.

"Huh? I always feel that you... look familiar?"

Because of Xian Yu's exaggerated movements, he finally attracted the guard's attention. He walked up to Xian Yu and stared at Xian Yu carefully.

"Then, what, you must be delusional..."

"Looking carefully, I feel that you still look a bit like that great hero—"

"Thank you for your hard work. You are still on duty so late. These two are my guests, please don't worry."

Just when Xian Yu almost revealed his identity, a calm and gentle voice stopped the guard from observing.

"Priest Siduri? Why do you..."

"Come and welcome the guests."

The chief priest smiled at the guard, and then made an invitation gesture to Little Joan of Arc and Xian Yu.

"The little saintess from another world and her knight, I have been waiting here for a long time. I won't mention any extra words, please follow me."

"Big sister has a very mature and reliable aura!"

Little Joan looked longingly at Siduri.Thinking about it carefully, the adjective 'mature' seemed to be uttered for the first time by Little Joan of Arc.

The grade of the chief priest is not too old, and he is like a child in Uruk, where Shen Ming walks everywhere.