Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 80

On the parade square outside the Palace of Versailles, a grand expedition ceremony is being held.

Teams of well-equipped and well-trained soldiers formed neat square formations and stood on the square.

All of them were wearing armor that covered their entire bodies, holding all kinds of polished weapons, and they all looked powerful and heroic.

This is a symbol of French military power. The Second Legion and the Third Legion, apart from the First Legion as the royal guard, are the two strongest standing legions. They are about to go to the front line to support the city of Lille, which is bloody fighting against the invaders. .

On the tall viewing platform, His Majesty the Emperor of France was awarding a sword to a middle-aged man in military uniform. That was Marshal Villars, a famous French general who had truly ascended to the position of Marshal with his military exploits.

He took the sword bestowed by His Majesty the Emperor, and after delivering another passionate speech, he walked slowly down the viewing platform.

Accompanying him down was a tall knight. The knight was wearing a black armor that covered the whole body. There were small red holes in the armor. He was carrying a black spear on his back. He was a musketeer. A sharpshooter martial saint, a representative of the highest martial arts strength in France.

The banners are unfurled, and the army marches out.

Marshal Villar and the black-armored knights walked in the front, followed by infantry phalanxes, cavalry phalanxes, supply carriages, and carts of grain and equipment.

Standing next to the procession were full of noble people who came to watch the ceremony, and they fanatically shouted slogans such as "Long live France", "France must win", "Marshal Villars is invincible", "Lord Athos is invincible", and cheered for the army. see off.

Flowers, fruits, snacks, and dry food were constantly stuffed into the hands of the advancing soldiers.

An old man encouraged: "We must defeat the British and drive them back to the island!"

Some family members warned: "Be sure to protect yourself. There are no eyes on the battlefield."

A girl cried: "You must come back alive, I will wait for you to come back and marry me."

Zhang Ang sat on the upper floor of the tavern facing the street, holding a glass of wine, calmly watching the surging crowd and overflowing fighting spirit below.

There was no fluctuation in his heart, and he even wanted to laugh a little.

He didn't care about the life and death of these foreign devils at all. Even if the British broke into Paris, he still had the "invisible star" that could hide for an hour to save his life, and he was wearing this "variable mask" that could change his appearance at will. , you can go anywhere at that time.

It's just that, if France really dies, wouldn't the bank's golden note become useless paper?

Thinking of this, Zhang Ang immediately put down his wine glass, stopped watching the excitement, and hurried to the nearest Royal Bank of France to exchange a large bag of gold francs.

It's not that he doesn't want to exchange more, the key is that gold coins are not like gold tickets, they are bulky and heavy, and it is really not suitable to carry too many.

After finally carrying the gold coins back to the residence, there were two people standing outside the door.

One is the landlord, and the other is a young policeman with a knife.

"Well, what's the matter?" Zhang Ang had no choice but to walk over.

"Are you Tom Cruise?" the young policeman asked first.

"Yes, I am. I am a tenant here." Zhang Ang put down the bag of gold francs and rubbed his sore wrist.

"Where are you from? What are you doing in Paris?" The young policeman's tone seemed to be questioning.

"Uh, I'm from Marseille, and I came to Paris to learn more advanced swordsmanship." Zhang Ang made up an excuse casually.

"Is there a guarantor?" The young policeman asked again.

"Guardian? What guarantor?" Zhang Ang looked confused.

"Aren't you good friends with Albert, let him be your guarantor." The landlord said aloud to help.

Only then did Zhang Ang come to his senses: "Yes, yes, Albert and I are good friends, can we let him be the guarantor?"

"If he wants, he can." The young policeman's tone was a little loose.

After a while, the landlord found Albert.

"Officer, Tom can't be a British spy. He has been practicing swordsmanship hard, and he has also signed up for Master Todd's sword training class. He has never practiced swords at home, practiced swords with Master Todd, or in Drinking with me, it can't be a spy, I'll bail him out, that's fine." Albert said everything.

"It's good to have a guarantor, and there are a few more questions." The young policeman's cross-examination was very careful.

"Name?"

"Tom Cruise."

"Is it a nobleman?"

"No, just ordinary civilians."

"age?"

"Uh, 16? It should be 17, yes, 17 years old."

"How long have you been in Paris?"

"It's been more than half a year since I came here last winter."

"Good at martial arts?"

"Uh, the sword skills are still barely strong."

"Wait, police officer, wait, wait, he's not good at swordsmanship at all, he's not good at it at all, and he's at the bottom among Master Todd, he's not good at martial arts, help me, police officer, help me." Ai Bo Te immediately jumped out and interrupted the young policeman's record, pleading repeatedly.

"Then I have to write something I'm good at."

"He, um, he's a good cook, so I just write that he's good at cooking. Anyway, he's not good at any martial arts. Please help me, officer. Next time you come to the Iron Ax Bar, just give me your name and drink as you want." Ai Bert has no scruples and promises benefits in public.

"Then write about being good at cooking." The young police officer didn't insist anymore.

After a few more simple questions, the young police officer left.

"Is this the case?" Zhang Ang asked Albert in puzzlement after entering the room.

"What else could be going on, let's start a large-scale investigation, don't look at the law and order in Paris has always been good, in fact, there are not a few spies and spies in other countries, but most of them are hidden, and only a few come out to make trouble. His Majesty the Emperor has made up his mind to clean up these people thoroughly. But in my opinion, the effect will not be great. The real spies must have settled in Paris for many years, and spies of decades or even hundreds of years are not ruled out. Family, this cleanup and investigation will only catch a few small shrimps, which won't be of much use." Albert obviously scoffed at the investigation.

"Then why don't you let me apply for the martial arts I'm good at?" Zhang Ang was a little puzzled.

"Are you stupid? You have reported martial arts. When the British come to Paris, you will be sent to the city wall. Based on your current sword skills, do you think you can survive?" Albert explained.

"You can still force me to go up the city wall. If they arrest people so casually, there will be chaos in the city." Zhang Ang couldn't believe it.

"Of course they didn't catch them casually. They were all from other places. Some were suspected of being spies and had criminal records. Anyway, they were all people who would not have any influence. They were only used as cannon fodder when they went to the city wall. In this way, the hidden dangers in the city are reduced, and the casualties are reduced, isn't it the best of both worlds." Albert explained the doorway here.

(End of this chapter)