Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 102 The Assassin D'Artagnan

Paris at night is very quiet.

After the martial law was promulgated, the streets were empty at night, only teams of policemen and soldiers patrolling the streets and alleys.

The tavern was closed, the dance hall was closed, and even the Grand Opera House, which was always full of people, was locked and completely dark.Everyone stayed at home, bored or not bored through this difficult night.

Of course, for some great nobles, such a night is not difficult.

The mansion of Marquis Arnold was brightly lit, and a small dinner party was being held.

The dinner party was very small, and not many people attended it, except for the Marquis and their two grown sons, who were the invited Count Cesar and his party.

Tasting delicacies and drinking wine, they talked loudly and laughed loudly from time to time.

"Oh, Cesar, my old man, you're here, and now you're at ease."

"That is, when I received your letter, I was so happy that I couldn't sleep all night. The next day, I immediately summoned the family's knights and rushed over to contribute to the cause of my holy religion."

"Yes, although the road is tortuous, the future is bright. As long as we defeat the revolutionary army, hang all the revolutionaries one by one, and drive out the British, we will have a big country that belongs to our Holy Church. .”

"Oh, I think back when our Holy Cult was at its peak, all the emperors and kings had to be canonized by the Pope himself. Countries, big and small, were all vassals of our Holy Cult. We taught them and nurtured them. , Let them grow and grow stronger. But this gang of white-eyed wolves, who are not familiar with it, turned their backs on the holy religion after they became strong, and went their own way, doing a lot of outrageous things that disobeyed the order and blasphemed the faith."

"However, such days will be gone forever. When we completely control France, then take down Germany, then subdue those small countries, and finally conquer England, our Holy Church will once again reach the peak and become the kingdom of God on earth. !"

"Yeah, I really want to see the Holy Cult accomplish this great feat in my lifetime."

"As long as we have the courage to contribute and sacrifice, this will definitely be achieved! By the way, how many people did you bring this time?"

"There are more than 200 knights and more than 300 infantry, all of which are fully equipped with armor and weapons. Among them, the strength is the lowest, and they are also at the level of formal warriors. I can't wait to rush to Marseilles and have a good fight with those damn revolutionaries. "

"I understand your feelings, but you can't go now. Those who are still on the front line in Marseille are actually cannon fodder, used to contain and weaken the strength of those revolutionary parties. To tell you the truth, the Patriarch and Your Excellency are gathering troops, When the time comes, the army will advance and destroy the revolutionary army in one fell swoop! Then, it will be time for us to step onto the stage."

Just as they were talking about the crucial point, Marquis Arnold and Earl Cesar looked excited.

Suddenly, a cold voice came out: "I see, you have no chance to be on the stage!"

"Who?"

"Who is speaking?"

"Boom!" The walls of the hall were damaged, and bricks and stones flew randomly.

In the astonishment of everyone, a long spear with flames burst out of the wall.

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Under the dim moonlight and the faint lights, the silence on the street was broken.

The gunman in black armor dragged his long gun and fled in the street covered in blood, chasing after the brigade of police and soldiers.

The black-armored gunman's lightness skills are extremely good, and he is also very familiar with the roads. He nimbly flips across the roofs and courtyard walls, and in the streets and alleys.But after a while, the bluffing, patrolling soldiers holding torches, and the policemen with knives and chains were left behind.

After running across another street and completely throwing off the pursuers, he slowed down and started walking towards his residence.

But as soon as he turned a corner, a row of men in black cloaks stood in front of him.

The leading black-robed man took off his hood, revealing a dark face. That was Clark the Merciful. This row of black-robed men were the judges of the Holy See!
The black judge clapped his hands, and his tone was full of sarcasm: "Isn't this our outstanding musketeer, the future sharpshooter martial saint, Mr. D'Artagnan, it's so late, where are you going?"

"How did you guys find me?" D'Artagnan took a step back, gun in hand.

"Oh, although Paris is big, our Holy See still has the ability to find someone." The black judge was not in a hurry, looked at the prey that fell into the siege in front of him, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he took a step forward.

"Then don't talk nonsense, come on." The fiery inner energy flowed on D'Artagnan's body again, and a raging fire ignited on the tip of the spear.

"Oh, great master, your strength has improved." The black judge still walked forward slowly.

The other men in black robes slowly spread out and separated around, faintly surrounding D'Artagnan in the field.

"It's a pity, I'm still better than you." The moonlight seemed to become a little brighter, making the black man's fist protruding from his sleeve shine with a faint white light.

The pace of progress of the blacks began to accelerate, and the flame at the tip of D'Artagnan's gun became more and more intense.

Suddenly, seven or eight small balls flew over from nowhere, flew into the field, and rolled to the ground.

In the confusion and doubts of the people.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!".
Small balls exploded one after another, and countless pitch-black smoke instantly enveloped the entire field, covering everyone's sight.

"It's the poisonous smoke from the Witch Cult! The smoke is poisonous! Everyone, be careful!" the black judge roared wildly, his whole body's inner energy surged, his fists turned into palms, and he slapped around.

Countless Qi gushes out, and within a short while, the entire piece of smoke is blown away.

And d'Artagnan, who was surrounded in the field, disappeared as expected.

Witch Cult?Why are they here?
The black judge didn't chase or search around. He frowned, stroked his chin, and remained silent for a long time.

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Somewhere in Paris, a small underground stone room.

D'Artagnan was at a loss: "Who are you? Are you a witch cult? Why did you save me?"

"I am the head of the Paris intelligence department of the Revolutionary Army. You can call me Milady." The answer was a blond woman about 30 years old.

"Revolutionary Army? Aren't you taught by witches?" D'Artagnan didn't understand.

"Can't people from the Witch Cult join the Revolutionary Army?" the blond woman asked back.

"Well, regardless of the Witch Cult or the Revolutionary Army, why did you save me? Or, what do you want me for?" D'Artagnan was vigilant, and he didn't have much affection for the Revolutionary Army.

"Oh, we were entrusted to send you a letter." The blond woman said in a relaxed tone.

"What letter? Whose letter?" D'Artagnan had some guesses in his mind.

"It's a letter from General Sophie."

(End of this chapter)