In Order to Become a Heroic Spirit, I Had to Do Things in History

The three set foot on the road.

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"Stinky salamander, when can we find someone..."

In the forest, three Servants who looked like girls walked with their tongues out.

"I don't know if you ask me, it's so hot..." Another girl in blue clothes responded to the girl with two horns.

"Vampire, aren't you hot?" She looked at the third girl.

It's June, and it's still sultry in the forest.

"My blood is cold, it won't be hot." The pale-skinned girl wearing a small black dress responded cheerfully.

"Ah, ah, I'm a bit envious anyway..." The other two wailed.

"When can I find someone, and they are alive."

===Chapter 230 Intelligence Investigation===

The three Fujimaru Rika found the way in the direction of the French army's escape, and finally found the castle.

But what catches the eye is not a solid city wall, but a ruined wall that has been ravaged by something.

The entire outer city wall is tattered, and there are even many of them - like gaps torn by the claws of beasts?

"What happened here? It stands to reason that it should be during the armistice now." Lawrence lived in a period not very far from this history, so he should know a little more.

"You can vaguely see from the gap. Many of the soldiers in the city are wounded." Matthew was blessed by Lawrence's Second Noble Phantasm, so he should look more carefully.

"All in all, the investigation must be carried out, caster, can I ask you to negotiate with the other party?"

"learn."

The French army guarding the city gate saw three beautiful women rushing towards the city. Not only did they have no joy, but they took up their weapons in horror.

"Why... it's here again?" The French soldiers at the city gate raised their weapons in fear, facing Lawrence who was walking in the front.

Lawrence wrote down the "again" in the French army's mouth, and politely greeted: "Bonjour (hello), we are a group of travelers."

The French army breathed a sigh of relief when they heard the familiar and friendly French.

"We won't hurt you, and we don't want to be hurt. We just want to inquire about some news, so please put down your weapons, okay?" Lawrence opened his hands, indicating that he had no weapons on his body.

The French soldier carefully observed the three people. Lawrence was wearing a skirt and looked like a noble lady. The one in leather armor was probably a guard?

Matthew is holding a huge black shield, which is still very intimidating. Peaceful negotiations do not necessarily require this thing, but it must be held in hand.

The French soldier took back the spear and leaned against the city wall, looking a little tired, but he finally put down his vigilance: "So it's not the enemy... That's great."

"Well, it still feels quite smooth." Fujimaru Rika smiled.

Dr. Roman said in a low voice: "I believe Lawrence so easily, I'm afraid that I either lost my mind or lost too much physical strength."

Fujimaru Rika touched his chin: "It should be the second type. All the soldiers in the city, including this French army, feel exhausted."

"Is it still in the war stage? Didn't Charles VII sign a truce?" Lawrence tried to ask, now that he has just reached the singularity point, what he needs most is information.

The soldier was a little surprised: "Don't you know? King Charles is dead."

"Already dead?" Lawrence frowned, "When did it happen?"

"It's been half a month, and it was burned to death by the witch's flame."

"We are from another city, we don't know much about it, can you tell me in detail." Lawrence condensed a gem, pretended to take it out from behind, and handed it to the French soldier.

When the French soldier saw the gem, his eyes lit up, but then his eyes dimmed again, and he did not take the gem.

"I see that you are all honorable people, and I will not deceive you."

"This country is doomed."

"The witch is Joan of Arc."

"My lord, she was resurrected as the 'Dragon Witch'."

"Her flames burned halfway across France, and the English army had long since retreated, leaving us natives behind."

The French soldier looked a little decadent: "Those hateful British people still have a place to run, but where can we, the natives, escape? Miss, please take the gems back, I just die tomorrow and the day after. It’s just the difference, and I won’t be able to use these things for a long time.”

"Joan of Arc...witch?" Matthew was a little puzzled.

She has a lot of knowledge, but there is no one that can connect "Joan of Arc" and "Witch".

"This is a singularity, first listen to what that guy has to say." Fujimaru Rika looked at the French soldier with a hint of pity, but she closed her eyes and resumed her thinking, "If it is a distorted history, the witch Joan of Arc It's not impossible to get established."

"Makes sense."

As soon as Matthew's voice fell, he saw the French soldier raising his weapon again with a terrified expression: "It's them... They're here again!"

Several people quickly turned to look.

A group of men dressed like French soldiers approached the fort, but their movements looked stiff and unnatural.

"It's a magical reaction, those guys are magical creations!" Dr. Roman reminded.

Lawrence can also identify these things: "This is something created by human corpses mixed with magic...that is, zombies, Matthew, hand it over to you."

"Okay, Miss Lawrence." Matthew knew that it was inconvenient for Lawrence to do it in the presence of others. After all, that method could already be called magic.

Fortunately, there are not many zombies, and their movements are slow, so Matthew's shield can easily hit the real thing.

This is different from before, Matthew can let go.

"Master, are you alright?" Lawrence leaned over to Fujimaru Rika, a little worried about the little girl's mental state.

Although it was a corpse, it was a human corpse after all. Under the slap of Matthew's shield, it was shattered, and flesh and blood flew. Lawrence was worried that Fujimaru Rika could not stand it.

"Ah? Me? Ah, caster, you've been thinking too much, although I do feel a little uncomfortable, but I've already made up my mind, Miss Lawrence, don't worry." Fujimaru Tachika was stunned for a while, and reflected it. , and in turn comforted Lawrence.

Lawrence didn't know what to say, so he touched Fujimaru Rika's head.

"... Phew, hard work." After eliminating all the zombies, Matthew thanked the French soldiers who helped.

"No, it's us who should be thanked." The French soldier gave a friendly smile to several people.

"But then again, you can actually fight against those guys." Zombies' strength, due to magic, is much greater than that of humans.

"...just get used to it."

"By the way, there is one more thing we want to know."

Lawrence came over again.

Matthew asked, "Is it true that Joan of Arc was resurrected?"

The French soldier who was asked was a little flattered, after all, he just watched how this girl with a large leather shield was killing all directions in the zombie pile.

"It's true." He nodded to confirm, "I have participated in the siege of Orleans and the ceremony, and I remember it very clearly."

"Although the hair color and skin color are different, that appearance... is undoubtedly the former Saint Lady."

"She was taken prisoner by England and burned at the stake in the eyes of the crowd, and I was about to die of anger."

At this moment, a white-armored girl popped out of her head from the other side of the city wall.

===Chapter 230 Wyvern===

"But——Lord Joan of Arc has been resurrected. Not only was he resurrected, but he also traded with terrifying demons..." The French soldier looked gloomy.

Faith suffered, no wonder these French troops were so decadent. If their lives were not threatened, they would not have fought.

"Do you mean the zombies just now?" Lawrence analyzed the information in his hands.

Joan of Arc who deals with demons, burns, flames, huge magical condensation in the sky, zombies, and...

"Are the demons the zombies just now?" Matthew's body was inexplicably clean.

"No, that kind of thing is powerful, but to be honest, we can still deal with it."

As soon as the French soldier's voice fell, he heard a roar from the sky.

"Roar----"

Mash clenched her shield subconsciously, turned her head to look, and her heart beat faster.

On the horizon, several shadows, waving their wings, flew towards several people.

"Damn, they are indeed here! Everyone, prepare to meet the enemy!" The French soldiers hurriedly picked up their spears, weak but frightened.

Many wounded French soldiers reluctantly assembled into an army, looking nervously at the horizon.

"There is a large-scale life reaction in that direction, and the flight speed is very fast, be prepared to meet the enemy!!!" Roman shouted.

"Ah, you can already see it with the naked eye, that is—" Lawrence looked at the flying shadow, squinted his eyes, and secretly said trouble.

"Dragon." Matthew's voice involuntarily brought a hint of gnashing of teeth.

Fujimaru Rika thought about some information, and had seen some introductions about supernatural creatures when he was in Chaldea.

"It's a bipedal dragon, a subspecies dragon."

"How could such a thing appear in France in the fifteenth century?" Lawrence felt a little embarrassed.

"coming!"

"Drink ah ah ah!!!" Matthew couldn't control himself and ran out.

"Mash!" Fujimaru Rika didn't look at it, Mash ran out.

At this time, a blond girl wearing a black cloak and white armor, holding a flag with a French pattern, stood in front of the crowd.

"Warriors, let yourself get a little water on your body. Although it is only for a moment, you can resist the flames of those dragons a little!" The girl said solemnly, holding the banner.

"what......?"

"The few over there, please pick up your weapons and continue to fight!" The girl's voice seemed to be encouraging, making everyone reluctantly raise some fighting spirit. "Please come with me! Come on—"

"It seems to be a Servant, but don't worry about it, deal with the flying dragon!" Dr. Roman reminded.