Song of Blood and Wine

Michael expressed some confusion about Joan's behavior. He had already noticed the girl next to him. During this banquet, although the most powerful celebrities and celebrities in the whole city gathered together, trying hard to show themselves in front of Michael, but he had to say There is no human being that Michael appreciates from the bottom of his heart than the new Saintess of the Illuminati who has been sitting next to him.

Michael, who has a lifespan for thousands of years, has a high vision and profound knowledge. The knowledge of ordinary person has a worlds apart from it. However, this new Saintess is like the finishing touch of innumerable living beings. Regardless of the topic of discussion, whether it is astronomy, geography, history, local customs, or war strategy, this girl seems to be able to handle it with ease. Even, she is also good at singing and playing music and long-sleeved dance shirts, which really amazed this singing and dancing event!

Michael made a hypothesis, assuming that if there is no such a person who can both perform on stage, sit side by side with him and talk freely in his free time, then this reception will definitely Will be overshadowed a lot.

And he is the only one who makes him find interesting, now he actually jumped out to stop him from drinking? Although Michael was a little unhappy in his heart, he just bypassed Joan's hand and took the flask from Lambert's hand.

"Master Michael, please don't drink anymore. No amount of mellow wine can melt sadness or loneliness." Jeanne's hand pressed directly on Michael's sturdy arm this time. This movement of her made Lambert on the side tremble three times with fright.

"This stupid village woman doesn't know how strong the Archangel in front of her is! If it annoys him, this city is not enough for him to kill! Light God bless, Light God bless!"

I scolded Joan countless times in my heart. Lambert quietly crossed his chest and prayed to Light God continuously. The legendary angel in front of me should not be a village woman because of the reckless behavior of Saintess Joan. And angry.

Although I don't know if Light God heard Lambert's prayer, Michael, who has the ability to read his mind, did hear his inner voice and felt a little unhappy because of it.

"Get down!"

Michael’s voice exploded in Lambert’s mind. At that moment, Lambert’s brain went blank, and the rest Only the body was still walking back mechanically until it disappeared from the end of Michael's sight.

After drinking Lambert, Michael's eyes looked straight towards Joan. Although there was no trace of murderous aura in his eyes, they were full of oppression in a high position.

However, Joan did not give in. Her pure blue eyes and Michael looked directly at each other, and her hand never let go of Michael’s arm. There is no sign of concession.

The two of them were like big eyes staring at small eyes. After staring at each other silently for a long time, Michael was the first to lose. Although for Michael, Joan's hand is softer than his feathers, he can throw off this annoying feather at any time as long as he wants. However, he did not choose to do that.

What made him feel frustrated was the persistence in the eyes of Joan of gentleness and concern.

"The ordinary people who sit in the second seat are either idols, fearless, or deliberate to use my value. But you, Saintess Joan, why don't you fear me ?" Michael's voice rang in Joan's mind.

"Light God is here, you are my faith, how can I be afraid of my faith?" Jeanne said, her voice slowly flowing past Michael like a clear spring Cold heart.

"Then you are dedicated to serving me, what do you want?"

"For the public, but for the protection of the heavens, the empire will flourish for a hundred years; for the private, you are the representatives of the heavens. The incarnation of faith, serving the faith, Joan is enough in this life."

Michael was silent for a few seconds. Even though he had just been able to fully sense in secret, he still failed to notice the words of Joan. There was a slight vacillation. In this case, if it weren't for those who are strong enough to compete with him and who are good at playing lies, there is only one kind of probability left-Joan's words are entirely from the sincerity.

If this is the case, then there is only one last question left for Michael.

"This banquet is just a blindfold. The real purpose of you mortals is to control me!"