Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 74 I Want to Be the Dean of the College

In the southeast of Paris, there is a rather high plateau with a cathedral made of pure white marble.

That is the Basilica of the Sacred Heart, the residence of the Red Patriarch Richelieu, the center of the Christian Valkyrie power in France.

Compared with Notre Dame de Paris on the other side of Paris, it is not so tall and magnificent, with luxurious decoration, so many believers and tourists.

In the solemn and solemn white church, there are five steps, one post and ten steps and one sentry. All standing are knights of the Holy See in full body armor and holding weapons.

Few people come here, and most of the people who come here are the Holy See's own people. The terrain here is towering, the scenery is beautiful, and you can overlook the whole city, but it has always been quiet here.

A black man wrapped in a black robe slowly walked into the tranquility.

He crossed three white and tall arches, passed rows of standing still knights of the Holy See, and walked into this silent church.

The bright sunlight came in from the skylight, passed through the colorful glass windows, and fell on the tall statue of the Martial God at the front of the church, and on the old man who was kneeling and praying in front of the statue.

The old man had white hair and a ruddy complexion. He was wearing a bright red robe with a golden cross embroidered on the back of the robe.

This is Patriarch Richelieu, the religious leader of the whole of France, the candidate of the Holy City Cardinals, and the second most noble person in Paris.

After finishing the prayer, the old man turned around and looked at the black judge who had been standing quietly.

His voice was warm and powerful, with a magical power that made people feel like spring breeze: "Oh, it's Clark, you don't have to be restrained when you come to me, sit down and talk first."

Clark sat down straight, and apologized: "Your Excellency the Patriarch, I'm sorry, after months of investigation and search, I still haven't caught that assassin."

The old man didn't mean to blame at all, and his voice was still warm: "It's just a bishop of a small town, it's no big deal. Assassins, after all, one day they will show their feet, don't worry. There is always darkness, and we are always clearing it away. Persevere, the light will eventually clear the darkness! Of course, if you need any help, you can talk to me directly, after all, your teacher and I have been old friends for many years."

"Actually, I've found some clues, but I need to verify them in Paris." Clark raised his head with earnest eyes.

"Certification? Oh, I understand what you mean. Of course, you can go for verification as much as you like. As long as you don't offend the Musketeers and the royal family, I guarantee that no one will disturb your verification." The old man promised with a smile.

"Thank you for your generosity." Clark put one hand on his chest and saluted the old man.

"You're welcome. We are all servants of the Lord. We are a big family that loves each other. We should help each other. I also hope that you can get rid of that assassin as soon as possible. Then you can come and help me." The old man still had a smile on his face. Smile.

"Is this okay?" Clark seemed a little hesitant.

"Of course, that is the Lord's immortal cause. With your piety and ability, of course you have the right to participate in it." The old man reassured.

"Okay! I will complete this mission as soon as possible!" Clark's tone became very firm.

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night has come.

In the small building at the highest point of the Rose Sword Academy, in the gorgeous conference hall, five administrators were chattering around Miss Sophie.

In the eyes of most audiences off the stage, Miss Sophie on the ring just swung her sword at the air indiscriminately, then walked slowly to the piano, handed out her sword, and won.

But the five instructors in the meeting room are all real masters. They know the thrills represented by this stroll in the courtyard, and the splendor of each sword swing. Deciphering sound waves with sword skills is a miracle they have never heard of.

This is more like a miracle, representing the shattering of the myth that "a master above the Philharmonic Palace is invincible at the same level".

The orange rose girl couldn't bear it anymore, and asked repeatedly: "Sophie, how did you cut those invisible notes with your sword? It's obviously invisible, how did you cut them? There are so many strong sound waves, and the coverage is so wide, how did you block them?"

The aristocratic man from Blue Rose also expressed his confusion: "The swordsmanship moves you used on stage are not from our academy, are they? Nor are they the two swordsmanship you showed on stage. They are so elegant and casual. A new sword technique?"

The girl in black gauze from Black Rose also spoke: "Sophie, didn't you say that you suffered a serious internal injury, how did you recover so quickly?"

The beautiful woman of Purple Rose also asked: "Sophie, how did you win? Do you really have a new sword technique?"

Master Sophia of Yellow Rose smoothed things over: "Alright, alright, everyone, calm down and let Sophie speak for herself."

Miss Sophie Shi Shiran sat down on the red rose chair at the main seat before she spoke: "I was able to defeat Elena because I have been practicing a brand new sword technique day and night for a month."

Everyone sat up straight and leaned over their ears.

Miss Sophie continued: "What I practice is a peerless sword art! Although the qualification requirements are relatively high, it is indeed a peerless sword art!"

Hearing Miss Sophie's words, everyone was silent for a while, their mouths opened wide and their eyes rolled away.

The silver-haired girl who was still White Rose broke the silence: "Well, what kind of sword technique is it? Can you show me?"

Miss Sophie didn't answer her, and continued: "I can dedicate this swordsmanship to the academy, let it become the township swordsmanship of our academy, and make our academy truly the number one martial arts academy in France. However, I have a request .”

"What request?" The noble man from Blue Rose swallowed.

"I want to be the dean of the college!" Miss Sophie said like a hammer.

The crowd fell silent for a while.

Miss Sophie continued to announce: "I want to become the real dean of the Rose Sword Art Academy, with sole power and command over everything. Instead of a management committee like the one now, where everything needs to be held, voted on, and discussed. Voting is all intrigue. I want to be the dean of the college, really lead the college, and restore it to its former glory, even more brilliant than it was at its most glorious time."

Everyone had different expressions, some admired, some were puzzled, some doubted, some pleaded, but no one answered.

Miss Sophie clapped her hands: "Okay, whether it's peerless swordsmanship or the strongest academy, whether it's my ambitions or your desires, it all depends on your choice. Let's vote with a show of hands."

The first hand raised up, it was Master Sophia.

The second hand was raised, it was a silver-haired girl.

The third hand was raised, it was a woman in a well-dressed dress.

The fourth hand was raised, it was a noble man.

The fifth hand was raised, it was the woman in black gauze.

The sixth hand was raised, it was a beautiful woman in purple.

The last hand raised was Miss Sophie.

This is the last show of hands vote of the Rose Sword Academy Management Council.

Since then, the management committee of the Rose Fencing Academy has been disbanded, and the Rose Fencing Academy has been changed to a dean system, with senior instructor Sophie Marceau as the dean of the academy.

(End of this chapter)