Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 44 "The Connection between Eighteen Mountains and Swordsmanship"

After selling for a while, Miss Sophie continued: "The third channel is to sell to various martial arts schools. Most of these martial arts schools are not short of money. As long as the source of martial arts secret books is clear, they can usually be sold at a good price. .”

"Ah, how should I sell it to those colleges? Is there any way?" Zhang Ang asked hastily.

Miss Sophie looked at him, but said nothing.

Zhang Ang also looked at Miss Sophie, not knowing what trick she was playing.

Suddenly, Zhang Ang slapped his head and said: "You mean, sell this sword technique to you? I remember, you said that the rose swordsmanship academy in Paris was opened by your family."

"My family opened it. Our Marceau family is only the founder and cannot completely dominate the entire academy. But, I really hope that you will sell this swordsmanship to me, to our Rose Swordsmanship Academy." Miss Sophie admitted .

"Then, how much is this sword technique worth?" Zhang Ang asked with some embarrassment.

Doing business with acquaintances is such a dilemma. If the asking price is high, you are afraid that others will say that you are acquainted, but if the asking price is low, you will easily lose money.

Miss Sophie looked at his embarrassment, and said with a charming smile, "Okay, I don't want you for nothing, we'll pay according to the market price, your swordsmanship has almost reached the level of "extreme martial arts". Martial arts are basically priceless in the market. I will give you the price of some "superior martial arts" at the Paris auction. The general "superior martial arts" is about 50 to 100 million. More than 200 million, your "Eighteen Kinds of Mountain Swordsmanship" has a unique concept and powerful power, even if it is 100 million gold francs, how about it."

This price has far exceeded Zhang Ang's expectations, he nodded repeatedly: "Okay, this price is very fair, I have no problem."

"But since it's a business, I think I need to see the original manuscript." Miss Sophie said lightly.

"Ah, what, what manuscript." Zhang Ang panicked.

"Obviously, your ink is not dry yet. Moreover, many sentences have grammatical problems, and the images of these moves are not the same as the paper used for writing. Before you show me this pile of things, you can't take it seriously. Be considerate, and do it a little more decently. You made it so obvious, I can hardly pretend that I didn't see it." Miss Sophie expressed her hatred for iron.

In desperation, Zhang Ang decided to trust Miss Sophie once, and took out the "Eighteen Plates of Mount Tai" that he had cut into holes from his arms, and handed it over.

"Hey, what kind of text is this? Why have I never seen it before? The missing part is consistent with those images, but I can't read the history of this text. Can you explain it?" Miss Sophie expressed doubts.

"Well, I saved that old man, he taught me this kind of writing, and even gave me the cheat book, um, that's it." Zhang Ang continued to make up nonsense.

"Then tell me, what do these words mean." Miss Sophie was obviously very interested in the words.

"This kind of text is not to be read horizontally, but to be read vertically. The meaning of the first word is" Zhang Ang had no choice but to go forward and explain.

Zhang Ang felt his head was getting bigger when he thought of teaching foreign girls with zero knowledge to learn ancient classical Chinese.

Fortunately, after only teaching for a while, Miss Sophie's head was also getting bigger. She waved her hand and said impatiently: "Forget it, forget it, this is the first time I have seen such a complicated language, this small symbol , Why are there so many meanings, thanks to your ability to learn. How about it, you can just translate it for me.”

"Well, what this sentence says is." Zhang Ang translated directly.

Miss Sophie also took out a pen and paper, carefully recorded, and discussed with Zhang Ang from time to time: "I don't think 'stab out' can be used here, it is better to use 'hand out', this is not an attack move, but a follow-up move." A preparation for an attack, so it cannot be expressed as 'stab out'"

After being proofread and polished by Ms. Sophie, the translated text was immediately accurate and capable, not much different from the words and sentences of other martial arts secret books, and even the title of the book was changed to a more pleasing one.

Miss Sophie also repainted those moves images, and replaced the characters she thought were "outlandish clothes" with faces of foreigners in Europa's costumes. The painting level is very good.

The two of them worked hard all afternoon before they finally finished the Europa translation of "Eighteen Mountain Situations and Sword Skills", which is the translation of "Eighteen Plates of Mount Tai".

Miss Sophie wiped the sweat that didn't exist on her forehead, and said with relief: "Ah, it's finally done. Only in this way can our transaction be officially completed."

After all, he returned the original and messy manuscripts of "Taishan Eighteen Plates" and Zhang Ang.

He continued: "As for the money, I will give it to you in a few days. Is that okay? I don't have that much cash on hand right now."

Zhang Ang quickly agreed: "It doesn't matter, the money can be paid at any time, I am not in a hurry to use it now."

"Then may I ask, what do you need so much money for? Of course, if it's inconvenient to talk about it, I won't force it." Miss Sophie asked curiously.

"This, this is a secret of mine. I'm sorry, but I can't tell you. I think each of us should keep some secrets." After thinking about it, Zhang Ang decided not to make up things, but to speak frankly.

But she didn't want to, Miss Sophie nodded in agreement: "Yes, I agree with this too. Even if we will become husband and wife in the future, we should keep some secrets and a certain sense of mystery from each other."

Zhang Ang repeatedly expressed his agreement with her point of view, and repeatedly praised Miss Sophie for her open-mindedness.

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In the cathedral of London City, three deacons in black and white borders were arguing.

"Deacon Montgomery, didn't you send the letter to the holy city long ago, and the Lord Judge hasn't arrived yet?" It was the tall and thin Deacon Puran who spoke.

"How do I know this? I drove all night, day and night, and handed over the letter to the court as soon as possible. They just said to deal with it as soon as possible, but they didn't say when they would come, and they refused to give me a letter of approval, so I had to come back first." It's gone." The middle-aged and strong Montgomery was also indignant.

"I think it's better to remove the blockade first. Now the city is piled up with rubbish, and the nobles and commoners are complaining. If this continues, there will be a plague." The old deacon expressed his worries.

"Indeed, it can't go on like this. It's been so many days, and the Judge hasn't come yet. Let's evacuate some tomorrow, at least get the garbage out." The middle-aged deacon agreed.

"What if the assassin got into the garbage and escaped? I think we have to wait for the Lord Judge to come. It's winter now, and the plague is not so easy to happen." The tall and thin deacon disagreed.

While the three were arguing, the door of the church opened, and a man wrapped in a large black cloak walked in.

He took off the hood on his head, revealing a sharp-edged, resolute, swarthy face, which seemed to be a rare black man.

His tone was firm, like a rock: "I am Clark, the senior judge, sent to deal with this assassination."

(End of this chapter)