Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 15

This time, the place where Baron Marceau met Zhang Ang was not the usual living room, nor the private study room, but the martial arts arena in the backyard of the Earl's Mansion.

Earl Marceau stood in the middle of the martial arts arena paved with bluestone in a white and carved warrior uniform, surrounded by burning torches, but there was no one else.

After sending Zhang Ang to the martial arts arena, the guard also backed away.

In the entire huge martial arts arena, there are only Earl Marceau and Zhang Ang.

"You were attacked today?" the earl said lightly.

"I went to practice martial arts outside the city, and when I returned home, I was attacked by three big warriors. If someone hadn't rescued me, the Earl might not have seen me." Zhang Ang told the truth.

"The three great warriors are really a big deal. Are you curious now who is going to kill you? Why are you going to kill you?" The count looked over, his two eyes were as real as they were.

"Of course." Zhang Ang looked directly into Earl Marceau's eyes.

"Because your father offended someone! Your Leonardo family offended someone! You offended a big man! And you shouldn't have gone out of the city. This time you were lucky and only suffered a small injury. Next time, you will die Undoubtedly!" The earl's tone was very severe.

Zhang Ang didn't speak, just looked at Earl Marceau.

"In the city, if you deal with you, you have to worry about the sorrow of our nobles, rabbits and foxes, so that you will be restrained. I can still keep you. If you are willing to manage your business well and become a rich man, that big man may forget about you and let you live But you can’t practice martial arts anywhere, but if you want to run out of the city, and go to the wilderness to practice, of course they will come to kill you!” The earl’s tone became more severe.

"The big man you are talking about is not the bishop of the cathedral?" Zhang Ang expressed his guess.

"How do you know it's Bishop Martin?" the count was surprised.

"The Earl in Luntu City is the biggest big shot, and the one who can call the Count a big shot, if not someone from other places, then only the Bishop of the cathedral." Zhang Ang said so, thinking in his heart But it was: "There is a hymn in the church choir called 'Nanjia Hymn', which is closely related to the internal strength of the "Nanjia Hymn" practiced by the three Heijia men."

"But I don't understand why such a small baronial family like ours got into trouble with a 'big man' like Bishop Martin?" Zhang Ang continued to ask.

Count Marceau suddenly fell into the memory: "It started seven years ago, when France and Spain fought a war, and our city of Lundu was also recruited. Bishop Martin has an illegitimate son who has been kept in the cathedral But for some reason, he sneaked out of the church and enlisted in the army. At the beginning, the blood of the two countries was shed at the city of Pico, but that boy couldn’t bear it and became a deserter. Your father happened to be included in the military law at that time Team, no one knew the identity of that kid at the time, and he himself would rather die than tell, but your father smashed the Tianling Cap with a hammer."

"Well, this can only be regarded as innocent, can it also be blamed on my family?" Zhang Ang was puzzled.

"Then Martin is only a bishop of a small city, and he is incapable of retaliating against those big men, so he naturally took out his anger on your father. Otherwise, would you ask him to swallow the pain of losing his son?" The earl paused, and continued: "Since then, your family has been worsening day by day, and all kinds of troubles have come to you in different ways. Otherwise, your father wouldn't have taken the risk to participate in that transnational trade and lost his life for nothing."

"What do you mean, Bishop Martin will continue to send people to attack me?"

"As long as you stay in the city honestly in the future, you won't. After all, Luntu City is the city of Luntu in my country of France. It was not taught by him. I won't let him do whatever he wants." The earl promised.

"In addition, when the competition is held next month, don't accept the challenge."

"What do you mean?"

"The city competition is divided into two parts: one is that everyone goes to the stage to prove their strength in order to confirm that their families are worthy of this title. The second is the ranking challenge. Every level of nobles has a strength ranking, and those with low rankings can challenge for high rankings. Yes, of course, you can’t go beyond the title challenge. There are 115 barons in this city, and your family ranked 13th last time, which is considered very high, and there must be many people coming to challenge this time.” The earl explained patiently.

"So what? Take a challenge, fight if you can beat it, and admit defeat if you can't beat it."

"Because our nobles have never been monolithic. Most of them are nobles of the king, but some of them are devout believers of the Christian Valkyrie. In order to please Bishop Martin, these people will definitely kill in the ring, no matter you or the boss you hired Warriors, under the wheel of the battle, it is impossible to survive. Therefore, give up your ranking and save your life. This is my last warning!" The earl was very serious.

"Everyone is a great warrior. If the great warrior I hire is particularly strong, won't they be able to keep their ranking?" Zhang Ang was full of confidence when he thought of the one-armed man who was born with supernatural power.

"You are too naive. You say that only a great warrior can become a baron. It doesn't mean that all barons are great warriors. There are not a few martial arts masters. It's just that their combat achievements are not enough to be named a viscount. Some of them don't care about their rankings. , let his subordinates take the fight, and the rankings are not high. As far as I know, several of them are relatively close to the cathedral, and they don't mind being owed by Bishop Martin." The earl explained the ins and outs.

Zhang Ang felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart: he had worked so hard to cultivate, and now he finally became a formal warrior, but he didn't want to have strong enemies one after another, and each of them was stronger than himself.

Like in the novels I've read before, the main character takes on all kinds of challenges, and the more they fight, the braver they become.When I met a big warrior of a higher level, I would run away with my head in my arms, even if it was an official warrior of the same level, I didn't dare to say that I was sure of victory.

Zhang Ang asked bitterly: "Is the gap in martial arts levels really that big?"

"Of course, you've only just become a formal warrior. Great warriors are several times stronger than you in terms of internal strength, strength, and speed. In a real fight, you will never be able to pass three moves. And martial arts masters have perfected their internal strength, and ordinary weapons can be chopped on them. , it’s just a white mark, you can’t do anything if you stand there and let you cut it without using a magic weapon.”

"What about Bishop Martin?"

"Although I have never competed before, but based on my contacts over the years, he should be a martial arts master just like me."

"How strong is the master level?" Zhang Ang asked the last question.

"I knew you would ask this question, so I'm here to meet you. Look!"

I saw Earl Marceau slowly exuding crimson true energy, which was the expression of internal force driven to the extreme.

Only a sword cry was heard.

Countless crimson sword qi gushed out, diffused into the boundless night sky, and took a long time to dissipate.

(End of this chapter)