Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 110 The Skirmish in the Tavern

Albert is doing pretty well these days.

Under the recommendation of Jerry Knight, he became a small staff member of the Marquis's mansion, helping the Marquis to deal with some business matters.

The Lord of Lyon, the Marquess Serra, owns a large area of ​​vineyards, four or five large wineries, and is a famous wine merchant in the city of Lyon and even in the whole of France.As a staff member of Marquis Serra's business, naturally, the commission is high, and the status is quite high, which is a real fat vacancy.

After a day's work, Albert decided to go to the pub for a drink.Walking around the wine cellars every day, Albert naturally has no shortage of wine to drink, but he just likes the atmosphere of the tavern.

Not long after, he arrived at the Nightingale Bar, which he often goes to. The place is big and lively, the drinks are not too watery, and the waiters are more relaxed.Although there was a mix of people from all walks of life, Albert liked coming here very much, drinking and spanking with the few friends he gradually became familiar with.

Today's Nightingale Bar is also full of people and noisy.

"Give me a glass of barley wine first." Albert sat down on an empty seat at the bar, and asked the acquaintance next to him: "Is there anything new in the city recently?"

"It's still the same. A group of people argued that it's better to support the Royalist Party or the Revolutionary Party. If you want to talk about big things, there will be a funny thing tomorrow." The acquaintance next to him took a sip of wine and said.

"What's so funny?" Albert asked enthusiastically with his eyes shining.

"Haha, there will be an opening ceremony tomorrow. A group of cooks want to open a martial arts academy. Do you think it's funny?" the acquaintance laughed.

"Ah? Cook? Is it the cooks from the French Culinary Association?" Albert continued to ask.

"It should be, there should be only such a group of cooks in the city." The acquaintance spared his head.

"If it's them, then it's no joke. They are strong." Albert made a fool of himself.

"Strong? How strong?" The acquaintance obviously didn't believe it.

"Yeah, how strong can a group of cooks be? Is it better than my Rhone Academy?" A sailor next to him was obviously dissatisfied.

"Well?" Albert stretched his voice, took a sip of his wine slowly, and then spoke slowly under the eyes of everyone, "It's probably Lyon First Academy, so strong."

"How is it possible! Our Lyon First Academy is obviously our Lyon Commercial Guard Academy, and our dean is a master-level expert! Apart from the Marquis and the archbishop, he is the most powerful in the city! Now the archbishop has brought someone to Paris, he is The second best in the city! A group of cooks, how can they be compared with our academy?" A bearded guard next to him was even more dissatisfied.

"Hey, that's not necessarily the case. Everyone knows what I do." Albert asked back.

"Aren't you selling wine for Lord Marquis? Hurry up and fart." The acquaintance couldn't get used to Albert's posturing, so he pushed him and said.

"I'm from the Marquis's family, and I also have friendship with the Marquis's son-in-law Jerry Knight, so I naturally know something that you don't." Alberto stopped to take a sip of wine when he saw more people gathered around him.

Under the curious eyes of everyone, he slowly said: "About half a year ago, the president of the French Culinary Association was... um... yes, Bernard, this master Bernard, a chef from Paris. Master Yi, who was also the former president of the Paris Culinary Arts Association, brought two people to our city lord's mansion to apply for a college." Albert took another sip of tea slowly.

"At that time, the city lord summoned the leaders of all the colleges and universities in the city to discuss this matter. After all, although the city of Lyon is large, there are still limited talents with high martial arts skills. This newly opened college is also an official college. Naturally, he was competing with everyone for talent, and the leaders of the colleges in the city heard this, of course they disagreed, and they all said that he would not be allowed to drive." Albert put the empty wine glass on the bar counter.

"Since everyone is against it, how can they open the hospital tomorrow?" Someone couldn't help asking.

"Good question, of course everyone has been convinced. This master Bernard is not only top-notch in cooking, but also in martial arts. He is a real master-level powerhouse! The first one to go on stage The person was beaten like a spinning top, the audience turned around, and finally passed out, that person is the dean of your Rhone College!" Albert pointed at the sailor, not politely.

The sailor blushed immediately and stopped talking.

"Yes, but our Dean Jasper is also a grand master, a legendary figure in our city of Lyon, and the leader of our mercenary guards. Didn't he stand up and object?" the guard stammered.

"Of course I stood up to oppose it, but I was also defeated. Even if the realm is the same, there is still a gap in strength. I don't know the specific situation. Anyway, your dean lost, and he lost very quickly. Fair and fair." Albert picked up a second glass of barley wine.

"How is this possible? Our dean is not someone who only has realm but no strength. He has traveled all over the world for so many years, and all his martial arts have been practiced in life-and-death struggles. How could he lose to a cook? You must be lying !" The guard's eyes widened with disbelief on his face.

His friend next to him also chimed in: "Yes, it must be a lie. Why have we never heard of such a big news? You must have made it up. How could Dean Jasper lose to a cook?"

"Yes, this person must be a liar. He is making up nonsense here to brag and grandstanding, everyone should leave." Someone looked contemptuous.

"Hey, tell me, if I made it up, then why would there be the opening ceremony tomorrow? Other colleges would let him do it?" Albert asked loudly as he drank the wine in his glass.

"Maybe they used the money," someone said.

"Yes, cook, after all, you have some family background, maybe you can bribe the city lord." Some people agreed.

"There must be some kind of contract with other colleges, and how much money is sponsored to other colleges every year." Some people think broadly.

"Anyway, even if the academy is opened, it's still a small academy. How can it be as small as our Lyon commercial security academy?" The guard looked proud after winning.

"How about we make a bet?" Albert said loudly, suppressing the noise around him.

"What's the bet?" the guard said proudly.

"I happen to be free tomorrow. Let's go and see if the opening ceremony is just a joke. Let's see if this chef's academy is the number one in Lyon." Albert's voice was full of excitement. is self-confidence.

"Okay, let's bet, the bet is to invite the whole bar to drink tomorrow, how about it?" The guard was not afraid, and made a generous bet.

"Then it's a deal!" Albert readily agreed.

(End of this chapter)