Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 200 The Speaker in the Tavern

"Escape Talisman A Thousand Miles Moment": After using it, the user can be teleported thousands of miles away in an instant.

This is a newly acquired special item. Although Zhang Ang had a similar one before, one is passively triggered and the other is actively used. There are still some differences.And the last time he didn't use it on himself, this time, it was the first time he used this type of prop.

The moment he squeezed it, Zhang Ang felt the whistling wind and a strong sense of weightlessness!
He was falling rapidly!

Plunge into the shimmering water below!
What is this?How could it be teleported into mid-air?

But now there is not much time for him to continue thinking. In desperation, Zhang Ang had no choice but to take out another "Escape Talisman·A Thousand Miles of a Moment" and crush it again.

While the world was spinning, Zhang Ang felt that he had stepped on the ground, and after taking a few steps back to stabilize his figure, he had the leisure to look around.

This time there was no mistake, it was transmitted to the land, next to houses and narrow streets, the streets were empty and deserted.

what on earth is it?Can this thing send people to the sky?

Thinking back carefully, Zhang Ang discovered the difference.

"Guardian Star·Thousands of Miles in an Instant": The moment before the fatal attack, the user is teleported to a safe place thousands of miles away.

One is a marked safe place, and the other is not. Well, it’s no wonder that the "Lifeguarding Star" is a seven-star item, while the "Escape Talisman" is only a six-star item. Sure enough, you get what you pay for, and there is a reason why it is expensive. of.

Active triggering is not necessarily good. If the reaction is not fast enough, even if you hold it in your hand, it will be useless if you don't have time to pinch it.If it is triggered passively, it is much safer.

After thinking about this, Zhang Ang began to look around carefully to see where he had come.

There are quite a lot of houses, and the streets are considered clean. It should be a city!
There is no one on the road. Is there a curfew?Or do people here not like to go out at night?
The point is, where the hell is this?What country is it?Is it that city in this country?

Zhang Ang walked slowly on the street, walking from the small street to the big street, and saw a few crooked, drunken drunks. Obviously, they couldn't ask any news from their mouths.

After walking for a while, a tavern appeared in front of Zhang Ang. The lights were on inside, and there was a lot of people, which was quite lively.

Zhang Ang took out the "Variety Mask", carefully pinched a handsome face again, and carefully put it on his head.

After all, neither Leon Leonardo nor Tom Cruise can use these two identities now.

Well, this time, what name should I choose?
Without thinking for a long time, Zhang Ang walked into the tavern.

The layout in the tavern was a little different from that in France, it was more messy, but the atmosphere was very lively, everyone talked and laughed loudly, drank heavily, and ate large pieces of meat, looking very happy.

Eh, no, eat meat?You know, a tavern in France is a tavern, and rarely serves food other than wine, but here, it is obvious that the tavern and restaurant have merged into one.

Therefore, it is very likely that I have left France and came to another country!
When he came to the bar, Zhang Ang ordered a glass of barley wine. Although the food looked oily and very tempting, Zhang Ang had an intuitive understanding of the cooking level of this tavern just by sniffing it.So he decisively rejected the secret grilled sausage recommended by the boss, and only ordered a glass of wine.

"Is there anything new recently?" Zhang Ang asked the bartender who was busy grilling sausages.

"Oh, come on, a glass of ale is not enough to ask for information." The bartender didn't seem to want to talk to Zhang Ang.

"I understand what you mean, this is the wine money." Zhang Ang took out a Danish gold kroner and handed it over.

"Hey, are you Danish?" The bartender stopped what he was doing.

"Yeah, traveling around the world, honing martial arts skills, you just pick up the most common things and talk about it." Zhang Ang took a sip of the wine in the glass, which tasted surprisingly good.

"Hey, what news can we have here? It's nothing more than that there are riots and repressions, that's all. Tell me about these people, are you stupid? His Majesty the Emperor and the Prime Minister have worked hard to rule for so many years. Our Germany is strong, but these chaotic parties want to make trouble. A good opportunity like France last time was just missed. If we can really send troops, I think we can earn at least 5 cities, no, 6 Maybe." The bartender looked distressed.

"It's Germany," Zhang Ang muttered to himself.

"Okay, let's talk about it, let's talk about the city. Now we are not at peace. There are always some people who are chaotic and fan the flames everywhere. Is it so fun to fight in your own country? The city owner is too, you don't send troops The siege is nothing more than that, and they are allowed to speak everywhere, demagoguery, and make a mess of the city." The bartender looked very angry.

"Rebellious party?" Zhang Ang was puzzled: "What is that?"

"It's that guy over there." The bartender nuzzled and pointed to the inside of the tavern against the wall.

There is a group of people around, it's too noisy, I don't know what they are doing.

A little curious, Zhang Ang also squeezed over, wanting to collect some information.

Surrounded inside was a small man, neatly dressed, with meticulously combed hair, and a funny moustache.

And he was standing on a platform, shouting something passionately.

".I admit that the prime minister is indeed a rare good prime minister, but his policy is too biased towards those Junker nobles."

"...Your Majesty, he has always favored those Junker nobles. No matter what they do wrong, they can be forgiven, and we."

".It was indeed a clear path to join the army, but it is not the case now."

".Junker nobles control the channels of promotion. Without a good background, no matter how hard you work and how much credit you make, it is impossible to get promoted."

But his speech was often interrupted.

"Come on, let's make meritorious service. You weren't an orderly soldier before? With your strength, how much merit can you make? If you can get a medal back, it's fine."

"Only by you? With your strength, do you still want to be a nobleman?"

"Didn't His Majesty confer eight new Junker nobles last month? They have merit and strength, how can you compare them?"

"It's just you bastards who still want to be nobles, but want to get fiefs? Hahahaha, I'm dying of laughter."

Most people were sneering and sarcastic, making fun of this little man as if it were a joke.

But the little man was not discouraged at all:
"Although I am not strong enough, at least I have the courage to go to the battlefield!"

"I have also worked hard for the country. I have been injured, shed blood, and made contributions!"

"You people who dare not even go to the battlefield, what qualifications do you have to say about me?"

"You have never been in the army, you don't know, all promotion channels are controlled by the corrupt nobles, those newly promoted Junker nobles are just the in-laws of the old nobles."

"We low-level warriors have no skills, no guidance, and even the most basic channels for exchanging military exploits for military martial arts secret books are controlled by them, do you know?"

"If you are not theirs, you will be called to perform the most dangerous and difficult task! Even if you complete it, the credit will be snatched by them!"

"We in Germany have reached the point where we can't do without reform! If we continue like this, we will only fall into the bottomless abyss!"

But the drunks didn't care about his hoarseness at all. They just wanted to have a good time, and seeing that they couldn't get any advantage, they walked away one by one.

Zhang Ang didn't care about these things either. He sat next to him and began to think about planning for the future while drinking.

Unknowingly, it was too late, the people in the tavern were almost gone, and Zhang Ang had almost planned his future path, so he walked towards the bartender just now: "Do you know where I can live here?"

But before he could finish speaking, a palm was patted on his body.

"Oh, I thought I was an audience again today, but I didn't expect someone to be able to finish my speech. What do you think of what I said?" It was the little man who gave the speech.

"Ah, this... oh, it's pretty good, it's very thought-provoking." Although he didn't listen much and didn't understand much, Zhang Ang still couldn't bear to hit him: "Keep working hard."

He turned his head to the bartender and asked, "Is there any hotel accommodation nearby?"

"Are you looking for a place to live?" It was the little man who answered him: "My house happens to have a vacant house. If you don't mind, I can spare one for you."

"Oh, no need. I don't like to trouble others." Zhang Ang refused.

"You're welcome, I haven't seen someone with the same goals as me for a long time. I won't charge you rent, and you'll be fine if you sleep for one night. I'll help you find a reliable place to stay tomorrow." Not discouraged: "Let's go."

If it's just a night's sleep, it's so late after all, Zhang Ang had no choice but to say: "Okay, I'll just sleep for one night. I'll look for a house tomorrow."

"It's okay, we are all comrades, help each other." The little man stretched out his hand: "You can call me Adolf."

"Oh." Zhang Ang also stretched out his hand: "I, my name is Matt Damon, you can call me Matt.

(End of this chapter)