Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 114 There is no emperor in France now
The evening breeze blows, the moon and stars are sparse.

After the laughter and enthusiastic celebration party ended, Zhang Ang left the auditorium alone and returned to his hut.

Albert, on the other hand, has been waiting in the house for a long time.

Looking at Albert who was pacing up and down the room like ants on a hot pot, Zhang Ang walked in, took out a bottle of wine from his pocket, and poured him a glass: "Don't worry, Sit down and talk slowly, we have plenty of time."

"This. This" has always been very eloquent, and the eloquent Albert seemed very hesitant.

"It's okay. We have always been good friends. If you have any questions, you can ask them directly. Come one by one, and I will answer them one by one." Zhang Ang is now full of confidence, smiling.

"You, um, have you come to Lyon so much?" After a moment of silence, Albert asked the first question.

"I came here with the Paris Culinary Association, and I'm a member of the association now." Zhang Ang replied, taking a sip of his wine.

"When did you become a member of this culinary association? Don't you practice swords?" Albert also let go of his restraint, and his tone was much more relaxed.

"It's a long story. In fact, I always felt that I was not good at practicing swords. Later, by chance, I found that I was very talented in cooking, so I joined the association." Zhang Ang's words were half-true. Fake.

"Then you are really a martial arts master now?" After hesitating for a while, Albert still couldn't help asking the question he wanted to know the most.

"Well, yes." Zhang Ang admitted generously.

"But, but how is this possible? I remember that you were an official warrior last year. How could you have been promoted so quickly?" Albert opened his mouth wide.

"I also thought it was impossible. It felt like a dream, but you have also seen it. This is a fact. But the specific situation is a secret of the academy. It is not convenient for me to tell you. You can regard it as a comparison of martial arts in our academy. It's amazing." Zhang Ang unceremoniously pushed all the responsibility to the academy.

How could it be possible to have such miraculous martial arts? Albert complained silently in his heart, but he still didn't intend to delve into it further: "Then you will always be in this Michelin Academy from now on?"

"Yes, Dean Bernard is my teacher. I am a student of the academy, and I may be a teacher of the academy in the future, so I will always be in the academy." Zhang Ang assured.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Albert seemed to have let go of a big rock in his heart, and his tone became more relaxed: "I will probably stay in Lyon in the future, and I will come to find you to drink with me when I have time."

"Okay, no problem." Zhang Ang agreed. Although he had some guesses, he still asked: "Oh, by the way, why did you come to Lyon? Didn't you go up the city wall with a group of people?"

"Well, it's a long story, and you wouldn't believe it when you told it, at that time." Albert recalled with a smile on his face.

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The City Lord's Mansion of Lyon City.

A lamp was lit in the gorgeous study, and Marquis Serra was pacing up and down under the lamp, looking a little anxious.

Walking brought up the wind, and the wind blew the candlelight, and the shadow of Marquis Serra swayed with the candlelight.

After waiting for a long time, his most trusted subordinate and his son-in-law, Knight Jerry led a man wearing a brown hooded cloak into the study.

"Tell me, what can you do with me?" Marquis Serra's tone was very serious.

The cloaked man lifted the hood on his head, revealing a youthful face, and said with a faint smile, "I also want to ask, what is the purpose of the Lord Marquis summoning me?"

"It's you who have been begging to see me!" Marquis Serra looked a little annoyed.

"Oh, after so many days of begging to see you, Mr. Marquis, you are finally willing to see me. It seems that my sincerity has worked." The handsome young man still had a smile on his face.

"Tell me, what exactly do you want?" Marquis Serra seemed to suppress his anger.

"What we want has always been clear, presumably Lord Marquis also understands." The young man in the cloak did not answer directly.

"I don't know, I don't know what your revolutionary army wants." Marquis Serra denied it.

"Okay, let me introduce myself first. I, Eugene de Beauharnay, is the stepson of the great Marshal Napoleon. On behalf of the French Revolutionary Army, I make a formal request, Marquis Serra, to lead the nobles of the city of Lyon And soldiers, go to Marseilles to support our revolutionary army! This is a letter from Marshal Napoleon." The young man bowed deeply and took out a letter.

Marquis Serra didn't speak, but took the letter, tore off the sealant, and took out the letter paper to read.

After a while, he put down the letter and said with difficulty: "Actually, I really want to help you, but now it is obvious that the royalists have the upper hand, so I can't completely bet on you. But I won't say nothing, I will secretly prepare a batch of supplies to support you, including weapons, food, and medicine, and I will not let you make a trip in vain."

"We don't need these supplies, we just want you to send troops!" The young man obviously had no intention of compromising or accepting it as soon as it was good.

"Young man, don't be too greedy. I only gave you these supplies for the sake of Marshal Napoleon. It is absolutely impossible to send troops!" Marquess Serra was also resolute.

The young man did not refute, but said indifferently: "A month ago, the Archbishop of Lyon led a group of nobles and their private soldiers to leave Lyon. Do you know where they went?"

"How do I know about this group of believers? Maybe they went on a pilgrimage to the Holy City." Marquis Serra pretended to be confused.

"They went to Paris! After training, they went straight to Marseille! Now, they may be fighting our revolutionary army." The young man unceremoniously broke the lie and told the truth.

"I can't control the affairs of those believers. They can go wherever they want." Marquis Serra continued to insist.

"The nobles taken away by the bishop account for about [-]% of the nobles in the city of Lyon. As the ruler of the city of Lyon, there are [-]% of the nobles that you can't control?" The young man's tone was stern, more like a question.

"Are you questioning me? Which city is not like this? Which of our city lords can manage those devout nobles who believe in the god of war?" Marquis Serra's tone was full of anger again.

"What if the Royalists win?" The young man's voice was very soft.

"What?" Marquis Serra couldn't react.

"Now you can still control [-]% of the nobles! If the Royalist Party wins, completely defeats our Revolutionary Party, and finds a way to drive away the British and rule France, how much do you think you will be able to control in the future?" The young man's voice burst out suddenly, as if launching an attack.

"I, I am the city lord personally conferred by the French emperor, of course, of course." Marquis Serra's tone suddenly weakened, and he could not continue.

"There is no emperor in France now! The one in Paris is just a puppet! The puppet of the Holy See! We know this, and you understand it too. So, I ask you again, send troops, for the future of France, and for your future, to be able to truly control All the nobles in the city, be a real city lord." The young man's words were like a fire, trying to ignite the entire grassland.

(End of this chapter)