Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 226 Copenhagen and Caen

Denmark, the capital, Copenhagen.

This is a coastal city on a huge island, and it is also a huge port city. It has convenient sea transportation, prosperous fishery, developed economy and a large population. It is the most prosperous city in Denmark.

All kinds of Nordic-style buildings gather here, and the charm of decorating this place is extraordinary. Even if it is covered with snow and the cold wind is howling, it cannot weaken its beauty in the slightest.

Due to its location on an isolated island, it was very lucky to have escaped the ravages of the wolf herds without any damage. However, many survivors and refugees who had migrated to escape the disaster flooded into the city, and the public security was a little chaotic. There are also more ships in it.

Not far from the Amalienborg Palace, there are the Royal Danish Academy of Music and the Royal Academy of Arts supported by the royal family, making that street the center of the entire Danish culture and art.

But the busiest thing on that street was not the two academies, but the Copenhagen Grand Theatre.

This is Denmark's largest opera house and the residence of the Danish protector of the country.

This is the most sacred place in Denmark, and the place that all Danes yearn for the most. "It would be great if I could go to the Copenhagen Grand Theater to watch a performance." This is what the Danish people often say, the most eager look forward to.

Here, almost every day there are scenes of plays staged, from morning to night, from stage plays with twists and turns to solemn grand operas, all are available.Inject colorful colors into everyone's monotonous and boring life.

There are many kinds of dramas, no matter men, women, young or old, you can find what you love here.

But the most famous and popular among them is Mr. Andersen's puppet show.

That is the ultimate dream of all the children in Denmark.

Today, as usual, Mr. Andersen is still performing his stage plays in the theater.

Today's repertoire is "The Daughter of the Sea".

The beautiful mermaid princess is swimming in the sea, the shipwreck happened, the prince fell into the water
The tail of the fish slowly turned into two legs, enduring the severe pain, the little mermaid stepped on the ground for the first time
A sad song sounded, and the little mermaid shed tears and turned into foam on the reef
The red curtain was drawn slowly, covering the stage and announcing the end of the performance.

The tearful children, led by their parents, turned around step by step, and started to leave here.

Slowly, the crowd dissipated, and the performance hall returned to silence.

Backstage, Mr. Andersen was cleaning the doll and carefully putting it into a special wooden box. While packing, he asked the little girl who was helping him, "How is it, Susan, today's script is not bad."

"It's really a good story, but it's too poignant and tragic. I don't like it very much." But the little girl frowned: "Why don't you make some happy scripts? I saw many children They left crying, wouldn't it be better to let them leave with a smile?"

"Okay, then let's play "The Ugly Duckling" again tomorrow?" Faced with such criticism, Mr. Andersen was not angry at all, and his tone was more like a discussion.

"No, "The Ugly Duckling" is actually a tragedy." The little girl resolutely rejected his suggestion.

"How could it be a tragedy?" Mr. Andersen expressed his puzzlement: "Didn't the ugly duckling turn into a white swan and reunite with its parents in the end?"

"That's because it was originally the child of the white swan." The little girl said seriously: "If it was an ugly duckling, no matter what, it would never be able to become a white swan. Bully!"

"Uh, this." Mr. Andersen didn't know what to say for a moment: "Well, how about "The Emperor's New Clothes"?"

"His Majesty the Emperor is seriously ill. If you still laugh at it, it's not good." The little girl still looked serious: "Besides, is it really good to show the children the naked body of an adult?"

"Then "The Princess and the Pea"?" Mr. Andersen touched his head.

"It's not good, after all, most children are not princesses, they are just ordinary children." The little girl still denied: "Even if they go home and secretly put peas under the mattress, what they get in the end is only disappointment .”

"Well, it seems that I really don't have the talent to be a screenwriter." Mr. Andersen looked a little dejected.

"Because you are no longer a child, and some things in your script are too complicated and profound to be suitable for children." The little girl was not polite at all: "I think your future scripts should be more Keep it simple, without so much deep thinking."

"You, you are always such a big kid!" Mr. Andersen touched the little girl's head kindly: "I am still a child, but I always think so much, don't other children enjoy watching it?" .”

"Oh, I also want to grow up quickly." The little girl sighed, with a sad tone: "In this way, I can go to the teacher and sister Albert."

Seeing the sadness on her face, Mr. Andersen comforted: "Don't worry so much, your teacher and they are all masters of one-on-one, they will be fine. I believe that they will come to pick you up in a short time. gone."

"Okay." The little girl still frowned: "I hope they can come soon."

"Okay, let's go back, now we can have lunch when we go back." Mr. Andersen put the wooden box on his back: "I received the news in the morning that your mother is already on the way here, and there are two or three days left. You can come here, and in a few days, your family will be reunited."

"Well, thank you very much." A rare glimmer of hope appeared in the little girl's eyes.

"You're welcome. After all, I promised your teacher to take care of you. Don't worry, no one can hurt you here!" Mr. Andersen said firmly.

The two went out of the backstage, turned left and right all the way, passed through performance halls and cloakrooms, greeted some actors who were about to perform, and then left the theater and came to the back of the theater. In front of a house with a garden.

There are houses like this behind the theater, which are the residences of actors and screenwriters, and this one is the most spacious and luxurious one, which belongs to Mr. Andersen.

In the garden in front of the bungalow, a little boy was practicing palm techniques in front of a wooden stake.

With a sound of "Pa!", he slapped his palm on the wooden post, and the thick wooden post that was firmly fixed did not move at all.

"Crack!" Immediately afterwards, another slap, the result was the same, but the angle of this slap was different.

"Crack!" "Crack" "Crack".
Suddenly, the slaps accelerated, and the shadow of the boy's palms joined together on the stake.

The sound of "pop" was much louder this time.

After this palm, the little boy slowly withdrew his palm, slowly withdrew his strength, and slowly suppressed the boiling internal force.

I saw a faintly recessed handprint on the stake!
"Not bad, not bad, judging from the situation of this palm, you have already mastered this palm technique." Mr. Andersen observed it for a while, and then praised without hesitation: "It's hard to imagine that you have only learned it for three months."

He looked at the little girl standing beside him again: "You and Susan are both true geniuses. I'm a little jealous of your teacher now."

"No, it's not enough!" The little boy burst into tears, "Sister Albert can't be saved at all!"

"Tommy, hey, you guys are still young after all. According to your description, this enemy is very likely to be a martial saint-level powerhouse, and he won't be defeated so easily!" Mr. Andersen comforted: "Don't you If you are so anxious, after all, if you practice too hard, you will only get twice the result with half the effort!"

"I just, I just hate that I can't help anything." The little boy slapped the stake hard again.

"Okay, I've worked hard all morning, let's eat first." Mr. Andersen didn't say much: "You can continue to practice in the afternoon after you're full."

In the bungalow, some food was already placed on the dining table, a man and a woman were busy in the kitchen, and little Susan also put down the box and ran over to help.

After a while, the table was full of food, and everyone sat around the table.

"Today, the messenger has received the news. Susan's mother has received it and has entered our territory in Denmark. It should arrive within two days." Before eating, Andersen said to the middle-aged man sitting next to him.

"Well, thank you so much." The middle-aged man quickly thanked, "Without you, we really don't know what to do."

"Don't be so polite. After all, Susan and her teacher can be regarded as my savior." Mr. Andersen said a few words politely, "It's just that after so many days of observation, I found a problem."

"What's the problem?" Mr. Red Hart hurriedly asked, and the others stopped eating and looked at Mr. Andersen.

"Don't be so nervous, it's about martial arts." Mr. Andersen waved his hand: "I'm not worried about Tommy's martial arts practice. The martial arts in his hands are all excellent, and he practiced very hard. There is no shortage, and I think there will be high achievements in the future. But the key is Susan."

"Me?" Little Susan was a little confused: "I also have martial arts. My teacher taught me the sword technique. Although I use a kitchen knife, it is also a very powerful sword technique!"

"I'm not saying that this sword technique is not good, it is indeed a powerful sword technique." Mr. Andersen said seriously: "The key is suitability, it is not suitable for you!"

"Ah?" Little Susan didn't understand: "Why? Isn't it very good? I like it very much."

"No, of course it would be very good without those things that happened in the north." Mr. Andersen said with a serious expression, "But since you have such a magical talent, you shouldn't let it go to waste! You will have a broader world stage!"

"What do you mean? What about the north?" Mr. Redhart spoke first: "Susan, do you have something to hide from me?"

Little Susan pursed her lips and said nothing.

"Mr. Red Hart, I will explain it to you later." Mr. Andersen interrupted Mr. Red Hart's questioning, and looked at little Susan again, with an extremely gentle tone: "I know, you are right about this Power is very frightening, and I don’t want to think about what happened at that time, but talent will not disappear because of your escape, you should learn how to control it and control it!”

He paused, and then said: "How about it, are you willing to learn from me and learn how to control this power?"

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Caen, the largest port city in the west of France, was also the former residence of the French Navy.

Here, in the past half a year, countless shipyards have been built, and countless ships of logs and countless cars of steel are carried over every day and put into these shipyards.

Every day, brand new ships are launched into the water. There are large, Galen-style sailing warships, small, fish-spindle-shaped assault speedboats, troop carriers with big bellies, and narrow, long and high-speed frigates, all kinds of large and small. , and so on.

Here, a brand new huge fleet will be rebuilt!Brand new French Royal Fleet!
On a high cliff by the sea, there is a heavily guarded fortress, which is the camp of the Imperial Navy.

Soldiers in white and blue military uniforms patrol and drill between here and the shipyard, sail out of the port during the day, and return with the waves at night.Honing the skills of boat steering and practicing the ability of water warfare, one day at a time, without stopping.

The generals taught them harshly, hoping to make them change from vomiting landlubbers to nimble fish in the sea in the shortest possible time.

In a room overlooking the entire beach and sea at the height of the fort, a group of people in gorgeous military uniforms were discussing something.

"What do you think His Majesty sent him here for?"

"Yeah, this lord's identity is not ordinary. If the Pirate King finds out and calls, we won't be able to resist it."

"We have so many ships now, are we still afraid of the Viking Pirate King?"

"It's true that there are a lot of ships now, but everyone is still a novice. They have never fought a real naval battle, so they may not be able to beat them."

"That's right, that's right, and that Pirate King is a Martial Saint-level existence, and none of us are his opponents, so we won't be able to stop him then."

"No matter what, confidentiality is the most important thing. If he doesn't know, of course he won't call."

"It's true, Your Majesty, now that it's officially time for full development, and sending such a person here, isn't it making trouble?"

"No. His Majesty actually wants us to fight with that group of Viking pirates, to hone us?"

"It's impossible! At least let us practice for two years before we talk about it. With those landlubbers now, how can we win?"

"Two years? Is there a chance? How many years have the Vikings existed? It has been hundreds of years! Over the years, which country has not been plundered by them? Which country has not sent troops to encircle them? Which one of them has succeeded? ? How can this Viking pirate be defeated so easily?"

"Then what do you mean Your Majesty?"

"I think it should be a talisman. Last time in Paris, the Viking King retired. Maybe he wanted to clean up his younger brother. For the sake of his official career, even if he knew that he was with us, he probably wouldn't." Those who attack us may even send some of their men down to give his brother some meritorious service!"

"So, it's possible, so, don't we?"

"In short, everyone should keep it a secret. Regardless of whether the Pirate King will come or not, we just have to practice hard as before. Your Majesty has His Majesty's thoughts, so we don't want to speculate."

On the roof of the fortress, a one-armed strong man sat cross-legged on the ground, silently practicing his internal strength.

The power visible to the naked eye flows on his body surface, and warm currents flow in his body. His muscles are constantly contracting and expanding, as if he is breathing.

His whole body was bare, and the blood vessels on his copper-colored skin bulged and became thick and strong, as if the blood flow in it was speeding up, and his skin began to glow a little red.

The red spread all the way, from the lower abdomen to the chest, from the chest to the limbs, and finally, began to converge towards the head.

In a short while, his face was flushed, his whole body was bright red, and waves of heat radiated from his body, even the cold wind that was blowing was dispelled at once.

Suddenly, abruptly, the bright red on his face disappeared, his skin returned to a bronze-like color, and the heat wave also dissipated silently, allowing the cold and damp sea breeze to come and caress his smooth skin.

I don't know how long it has passed, the sky is already dark, the sky is full of stars, and the moon is faintly visible in the clouds.

The strong man opened his eyes abruptly.

These eyes are so bright, as if reflecting the stars in the sky.

The one-armed man stood up, looked up at the night sky, and remained silent for a long time.

If there are familiar people by his side, it is not difficult to find that his eyes are no longer dull and blank as before, and now they are full of wisdom and agility!

"Ha." The one-armed man let out a long breath: "I remember now."

The momentum on his body gradually increased, and his body gradually became taller.
The dark blue inner force flowed on his body surface, and then spread out, flying and dissipating in the air like catkins.
Suddenly, he shouted loudly, like thunder roaring: "I'm back!"

"Oh!"

The roof of the fortress was crushed, and he soared into the sky, and disappeared on the sea level within a few breaths.

(End of this chapter)