White Dragon Simpson, who was standing in an alien space and witnessing this scene, had complicated eyes: "Then Your Excellency Aureliso, please allow me to ask one last question, who is standing here?"

"Harvey Adrian, why wonder if the humanity of that ancient **** remains? What you see is only one of the people named Harvey Adrian who has differences. The point of difference created the birth of that ancient god. , The point of disagreement was reset because of that ancient god’s choice, which is equivalent to that never happened, but the birth of that ancient **** cannot be denied."

Orilisso tidyed up the collar of his suit: "Haha, it’s better to have spectators sharing and witnessing the birth of a miracle than an old man nagging, so let’s explain it to this point. I need to go back and sort out the intelligence information I got from this testimony. ."

　　 "By the way, as the fare for the seat, I will trouble you to repay the favor to Harvey Adrian on my behalf in the future. You should also benefit from witnessing this miracle, Your Excellency Simpson."

Bai Long Simpson nodded slowly. First, it owed Orillisso a favor. If it weren't for Orillisso, it would not even have the qualifications to enter that space. Secondly, Aureliso and Bai Long Simpson owed Harvey a favor in various senses. , In ancient times, corresponding divine creatures were born around where the ancient gods inhabited.

The same was true for the birth of the nameless **** just now. In a sense, both White Dragon Simpson and Aureliso became subordinates of the newly-born ancient gods, and the field of cognition has undergone tremendous changes. However, the ancient gods tended to be observant and existed. Between the non-existence, the affiliation is impossible to talk about, so Bailong Simpson and Aurelisso need to give all causes, that is, Harvey pays favors.

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The next day, everything went as usual. Even though most of Norton saw the beam of light descending from the stars, no newspaper or magazine dared to report the incident. People were talking in private, and all kinds of intelligence were sent to different organizations through different intelligence networks. .

Harvey came out of the tower of the mage. After a night of tossing, he couldn’t detect any changes in his body. Harvey was still worried about what happened last night. Last night Harvey used the magic circle to easily kill the church. Joan of Arc, very smooth, without any hindrance, there was a time to lose consciousness for nearly a second in the middle of the words to be said, and Harvey did not know what happened during that time.

　　 Since the matter is over, Harvey has no choice but to give up.

Putting on the suit, Harvey walked down to the restaurant downstairs and thought about what breakfast Shirley would prepare today. Harvey's body stiffened as soon as he stepped into the door with his right foot. Girl, very, very cute little girl.

The little girl with long silver-white hair, charming and cute, her pale golden pupils were full of vigilance and hostility at the moment she saw Harvey. She jumped from the dining table and hid behind Shirley who was holding the bread. . The petite and exquisite body is also wearing a well-fitting black evening dress, except for the difference in the eyes, it is completely the Joan of Arc preschool version that Harvey encountered yesterday.

For an instant, Harvey had the urge to cast a spell to kill the little **** the spot. He moved his lips and sensed that the little girl was just hiding timidly and finally forced it down. He asked without failing, "Shirley, who is she?" "

"She? I found it at the door this morning and fell asleep by the wall. Which noble lady should be, she brought it back because she couldn't bear to see her sleeping on the side of the road." Shirley put down the bread in her hand. , Rubbing Joan's little head with a gentle smile.

　　 Harvey's mouth twitched. No wonder she can enter the mansion. Shirley has part of the authority of the magic circle. If she brought people in from the front door, they would not be regarded as an intruder.

　　 Harvey rubbed his eyebrows, sat down, stared at the little girl and asked slowly: "So, what are you doing here? I have some, no, I'm surprised that you still appear here."

　　 Harvey is sure that he completely killed her yesterday, the kind that doesn't even have any scum left.

Feeling the abnormal tone of Harvey, Diana, who was sitting by and biting the bread, stopped her hand and looked at Joan. Although she didn't know what happened yesterday, she made such a big movement, it was hard not to notice it. After Harvey went back yesterday, he just hurriedly explained a few words and plunged into the research room.

　　 "I'm not that guy!" Jeanne pouted and argued.

"who are you?"

　　 "Jan of Arc!"

　　 Harvey looked at the lovely expression of Joan Yoshihide's words, and his face became darker.

Joan, who was hiding behind Shirley, also didn’t show up, and suddenly said: "I am Joan, but not the Joan of last night! Peace of mind, I am not as impulsive as Joan, at least I am not hostile to you now, eh. ~The premise is that you have to thank me well, and then as a priest, I have an obligation to monitor you."

　　 "I see." Harvey smiled slightly, stood up and walked to Shirley's back with the neckline of Jeanne's tuxedo, and ignored her struggle all the way to the door and threw it out.

　　 Harvey clapped his hands: "Although I don't know what happened to you, go wherever you like! I don't have the habit of raising an enemy at home!"

Joan, who fell to the ground embarrassedly, rubbed her little butt, made a grimace at Harvey and said angrily: "Huh! I think so too! I don't need someone like you to take care of me. After I regain my strength, I Will send you to the torture rack!"

Hearing the three words of the torture frame~lightnovelpub.net~ Harvey suddenly felt aroused in his heart. There was a deep taboo against this word, and he held back his plan to kill Joan on the spot with a cold face, and he breathed a long sigh of relief. Close the door of the mansion.

　　 Harvey became more certain in his heart that something must have happened yesterday that he didn't know.

　　 The expelled Joan walked to the corner with tears in her tears, curled her body around her knees, sobbing and muttering: "Why... why can't humans understand each other..."

A light blue appeared behind the stone pillars of the mansion. Lily hid behind the stone pillars curiously observing Joan of Arc. Seeing her pitiful appearance that kept wiping tears, she hesitated for a while, and walked over to comfort Joan of Arc awkwardly. .

　　 Harvey, who returned to the house, paused, sighed and continued to return to the house.

　　 "Master, what happened? Do you know Joan?" Shirley trot over with the hem of the maid's long skirt in both hands, and asked nervously with both hands.

　　 "She is the saint of the church."

　　 Diana solemnly asked: "Harvey, are you sure she is the saint of the church? In that case..."

Harvey’s tone revealed an irritability: "What should have happened happened last night, and I think it was solved last night. It seems that it hasn’t happened yet. I don’t know what has changed in her for the time being. All in all, it’s a thorny issue. I will ask others about this matter and try not to have too much contact with her until there is no answer."

Harvey has the best candidate for advice, the White Dragon Simpson. This dragon-like creature that has lived for thousands of years is more knowledgeable than most spellcasters in the Magic Association. It may explain what Harvey experienced last night and Joan of Arc. Abnormal changes in the body.