Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 57 The Promise of D'Artagnan

In the dimly lit room, the curtains were jerked open.

The glare of the sun shone directly on the face of a young man lying on the floor, making him unable to resist stretching out his hands to cover his eyes.

A tall figure walked around the room, kicked away the wine bottles all over the floor, and picked up the young man lying on the ground.

An angry roar sounded in the small room: "D'Artagnan, you damn, how much wine have you drunk?"

"No, not much, I'm resting today, let me, let me sleep for a while." The young man replied inarticulately.

"Aren't you just a woman, look at your worthless look! Tell me, what have you done since you came back, either drinking or sleeping, or going out to fight if you don't sleep, if you continue like this, you will be useless." Already!" The voice of the tall figure suppressed anger.

"Pordos, leave me alone, I really want to sleep right now!" The blond young man struggled to break free from the pair of iron clamp-like hands.

"Hehe, sleep? I'll let you sleep!" The strong and tall Porthos carried d'Artagnan out of the room, and then pushed him into the huge water tank outside the house.

The water overflowed from the water tank all of a sudden, and D'Artagnan kept beating in the water, but Porthos didn't let go, but held on desperately.

"You can't stop!" D'Artagnan shook his body, shaking the water tank to pieces.

Porthos also let go of his hand, and looked coldly at D'Artagnan sitting down in the puddle in a mess.

"Are you sober? If you are sober, hurry up and change your clothes and follow me!" Pordos sternly ordered.

"Ah, let's go? Is there a mission? What mission?" D'Artagnan's tone suddenly became formal.

"Follow me for security!" Portos was straightforward.

"Where are you going? What are you protecting?" D'Artagnan took off his wet clothes, the hot internal force rolled over his body, and misty water vapor evaporated from his naked body.

"Louvre, auction." Porthos watched d'Artagnan put on a brand-new samurai uniform with a serious face.

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"This is Miss Irene, the beloved daughter of the Grand Duke Holly, and now a high-ranking apprentice of the Philharmonic Palace. She is recognized by the entire Parisian aristocratic circle as a lady of a great family, a lady of a famous family. No matter her appearance, character or martial arts, she is first-class. D'Artagnan, you are about the same age, why don't you have a good chat with each other?" Porthos had a smile on his face.

D'Artagnan never knew that one of the most powerful men in France, a majestic gun master, would also do such pimping things.

Looking at the delicate girl in front of him who lowered her head, clutched the corner of her clothes tightly, and secretly glanced at him from time to time, D'Artagnan felt a lot of pressure.

"Your Excellency d'Artagnan, I, I have always admired you." The girl's voice was very soft, not much louder than the sound of a mosquito, but also very gentle, with the little bit of courage that the girl had finally mustered up.But hearing it in d'Artagnan's ears made him feel uncomfortable, fidgeting, and eager to escape.

Facing d'Artagnan's silence, the girl finally mustered up all her courage, raised her head, looked directly at the handsome and charming young warrior in front of her, and said seriously: "I will pay special attention to every story about you, You thwarted the conspiracy of the Duke of Buckingham and saved His Majesty the Emperor. You defeated the villains of the Skull Church and kept the citizens away from their butcher knives. You are the great hero of our France and the hero in my mind. ,if it is possible."

D'Artagnan didn't know what terrible words the girl in front of him would say next, and hastily interrupted her: "I, I'm thirsty, I'm going to get some water to drink."

After finishing speaking, he hurriedly ran away to a distant wine table, pretending to pour wine.

After finally pouring a glass of wine, D'Artagnan began to think hard about how to escape from this damn auction and escape from that terrible Duchess.

While he was thinking, a familiar figure flashed across his vision.

D'Artagnan suddenly looked up: a tall, graceful girl with long hair draped over her shoulders and a flowery smile was talking with a white-haired old man.

That was Miss Sophie, that was the person he missed day and night and was so in love with.

The pouring bottle was brought over, rolled off the wine table, and the wine spilled all over the floor.The wine glass also fell and fell on the carpet.Miss Irina who was not far away cast a puzzled look.The tall and strong Portos smiled and said something to Duke Holly.

D'Artagnan didn't care about these things anymore, he only had eyes for this lovely girl in front of him, and he strode forward, walking towards Mademoiselle Sophie.

D'Artagnan's voice was trembling, and he even stuttered: "Su, Sophie, you, what, why are you back?"

Ke Ren'er in front of him turned his head and looked over, the familiar gentle voice rang in his ears, the faint fragrance of roses permeated around her, and the bright girl in front of him merged with the person in his memory.

All of these are telling him that this is real, this is not a dream, the girl came back and stood in front of him.

D'Artagnan managed to calm down his excitement, and asked with concern: "Sophie, why are you back? Didn't you say that you would never go back to Paris? I thought I would never see you again. "

"Didn't I just say that I have inherited the Marceau family, and now I am teaching in the college, so I will come back naturally." Miss Sophie had to repeat what she just said.

"Then you will stay in Paris from now on?" D'Artagnan asked impatiently.

"Well, it depends on the situation, but if there is no accident, I will stay in Paris forever." Miss Sophie thought for a while.

"What about your father and fiancé? Are they here?" D'Artagnan continued.

"Father is the lord of the city after all, and he will come after properly arranging the affairs of the city of Luntu. As for Baron Leonardo, he is dead." Miss Sophie looked a little sad.

"Ah, dead? How come, how did he die?" D'Artagnan was surprised with a little joy.

"It was the judge of the church, the legendary 'merciful', who killed my fiancé." Miss Sophie's tone was filled with sadness, she lowered her head as if she was about to cry.

Seeing Miss Sophie like this, d'Artagnan panicked all of a sudden: "Sophie, don't be afraid, what kind of judge, merciful, we musketeers have seen a lot. In Paris, no one can hurt you! I promise, I will avenge you!"

"Really, really?" Miss Sophie asked with red eyes.

"Of course, but why did the judge kill Baron Leonardo? Isn't he just a little nobleman with some cooking skills?" D'Artagnan asked a question.

"That's right, it was Christmas, and there was a holy prayer meeting in the church." Miss Sophie recounted the matter in a tearful voice.

"These judges are really hateful. They reported that there are a lot of innocent people in our Musketeers. It's just that they didn't take any action because of the power of the Holy See. But don't worry this time, it's Clark the Merciful, right? I'll go back later Just check the information, find him, and help you avenge him!" D'Artagnan felt that he was full of boundless strength now, and he showed great pride with his heart, so he immediately took care of everything and made a promise.

(End of this chapter)