Dark Soul Moon

There are words full of doubt, and words full of malice.

Everyone is full of doubts about her.

Charlie, sitting high on the throne, looked at Botricourt.

Botricourt understood what Charlie meant, and then he said in a respectful tone: "His Royal Highness, this is Joan of Arc blessed by the Lord. She will definitely help you expel the English and save France."

"Saint?"

Charlie's tone was very puzzled.

"Yes, Your Highness. Joan is a saint blessed by the Lord."

Botrikul replied with a look of fanaticism.

Charlie looked at Joan of Arc, and then he said, "Do you know how serious the crime is to deceive a crown prince?"

Joan raised her head without showing any weakness, and said, "I don't know what crime it is to deceive the French crown prince, but I know that the fake French crown prince must be hanged."

The place fell silent for an instant.

Charlie on the throne froze and didn't speak.

Some people in the crowd looked at each other, subconsciously looking at an unremarkable person.

"Please also invite the real Crown Prince to come out."

Joan turned her head to the side, her gaze seemed to look through the crowd at someone.

"Clap clap clap!"

This is the sound of applause.

A path parted from the crowd, and a plainly dressed man stepped out.

"I believe you are a saint blessed by the Lord."

The real Charlie shows up.

The throne is nothing more than a fake arranged by him.

The crowd went into an uproar for a moment, and most of them didn't know that the one on the throne turned out to be a fake, while the real crown prince was hiding among them.

Only a few insiders looked shocked.

This time it was the crown prince's whim to see if the so-called saint was really blessed by the Lord.

As a result, it seems that this saint may really be a little special.

The "Charlie" on the throne sees through at a glance that he is an impostor, and discovers the real crown prince hiding in the crowd.

They were quite sure that no one else knew about the impromptu arrangement of the crown prince.

Most of the people gathered here were also summoned temporarily.

"It's an honor to meet you, Joan of Arc."

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Chapter 37 The Knights of Farhan

The impostor on the throne leaves, and the real Charlie sits on it.

Joan looked at the majestic man on the throne, her expression was calm.

"His Royal Highness, please allow me to obtain the highest command of the French army."

These words came from her mouth.

The audience fell silent for an instant.

Afterwards, everyone was in an uproar.

A village girl of unknown origin, said that she wanted to obtain the highest command of the French army?

The joke was kinda funny.

Charlie's expression also froze for a moment.

Although Joan of Arc may have been blessed by the Lord and is a genuine saint, but she wanted to take the command of the French army just by opening her mouth?

He wondered for a moment whether Joan's brain was broken.

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

Charlie said.

"Your Highness Charles, I know exactly what I'm talking about. However, only by taking command of the French army can I help you expel the English and save France."

Jeanne's expression was indifferent.

Although she had not received systematic military instruction, perhaps due to the blessing of the Catholic Lord, Joan inexplicably felt that once she gained command of the French army, she would be able to drive the English away.

So Joan decided to follow her instincts.

"..."