Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 92 Our Academy

In the endless darkness, there is no light.

Zhang Ang felt that he was like a small boat, constantly ups and downs, floating in this boundless darkness, with no end in sight.

He can't feel the body, the pain, the emotions, the sorrows and the joys, he can only feel the constant blurring of consciousness, and then it's clear again, repeating endlessly.

I don't know how long I have been in this dark and monotonous world.

Zhang Ang gradually felt something, it was a very, very faint feeling, it was a faint pain, the faint pain appeared and disappeared, if there was nothing.

This is the pain of happiness, this is the proof of life.

I don't know how long it took before the pain became clear. Although it was uncomfortable and tormenting, it made Zhang Ang really realize that he may not have died yet.

Gradually, the pain became concrete. It was the viscera being stirred by a sharp knife, the sharp blade sliding on the heart, liver and spleen, so sharp and so maddening.

However, this pain brought light, which made people find the way forward in the dark world.

Constantly approaching and approaching, and I don't know how long it took, Zhang Ang finally broke through the darkness.

The endless darkness fades away, and the boundless light arrives.

Like a drowning person surfacing, Zhang Ang breathed heavily.

He felt the sense of touch, the breeze on the back of his hand; the sense of smell, the faint scent of wheat lingering at the tip of his nose; bright.

Then, Zhang Ang suddenly opened his eyes.

It was a carriage with a thin cloth canopy on the roof and thick straw in the carriage, and he was lying on the straw.

He felt so weak that he couldn't even move his fingers, and his stomach and back were full of sharp pains.

But now Zhang Ang clearly knew that he was still alive and not dead. Such a sense of happiness reverberated in his heart, making him move the corners of his mouth and show a difficult smile.

Feeling the fingers, the tightness on the middle finger of the left hand is still there, and the ring must not be lost.

It's just that he doesn't know who saved him, and why he is in this moving carriage.

At this time, the carriage stopped slowly, and there were loud voices from outside.

After a while, the curtain of the carriage was lifted, and a stout figure flashed in.

Seeing Zhang Ang's open eyes, the figure was very pleasantly surprised. He immediately put down a small bowl in his hand, and a big rough hand kept shaking in front of Zhang Ang's eyes: "Li Ang? Li Ang? Are you awake? Do you remember me?"

The big face approaching was very familiar, Zhang Ang's memory was slowly opened, and he recognized it, and a hoarse and weak voice came out of his mouth: "Master Lubzon?"

"Yes! It's me. Just wait." Then he got out of the car and shouted excitedly outside: "Li Ang, he woke up! He survived!"

After a while, the four walls of the carriage were dismantled, and a large group of middle-aged and elderly people surrounded them.

That is Master Bernard, Master Robuchon, Master Ducasse, Master Bocuse. They are all the culinary masters of the Paris Culinary Association!

Everyone showed concern and worry on their faces, and looked at Zhang Ang cautiously, showing warm eyes one after another.

"You guys saved me?" Zhang Ang asked weakly.

"It's that guy Bocuse. He was fishing by the river, but a lot of corpses floated down the river, and then he found you and brought you back." Master Lubzon pointed to the smiling thin old man next to him. road.

"Hey, I just want to lose a few fresh fish. For so many days, the city has been strictly controlling supplies, so we really can't get good fish. Unexpectedly, we rescued our Paris culinary genius back." Master Bocuse touched his head in embarrassment.

"That's right, the fight at the Simon's side was terrible. I don't know how many people died. There were so many corpses in the river that night, alas." Master Bernard sighed leisurely: "Fortunately, Li Ang You were rescued. At that time, you looked so breathless. It took us a lot of effort to rescue you. Of course, the armor on your body also played a big role, otherwise you must have and died. It is really a blessing.”

"Yes, yes, Li Ang, you are the most outstanding culinary genius in our Paris and even in the whole of France. You can't die in that meaningless war. Fortunately, you were saved. Otherwise, we old men will have no successors. Alright." Master Lubzon also had a look of rejoicing.

"How long have I been in a coma, how is Paris now?" Zhang Ang struggled to speak.

"You have been in a coma for almost seven days. Paris is now in complete chaos. Although the British are fighting back, they are only returning to Lille and may come back at any time. It is said that there is a Restoration Party in the city, The Revolutionary Party or something, they secretly lured the British guys in, broke into the Grand Palace, and killed the royal family. Only Prince Louis, who had been fighting at the West Gate, escaped, and now the Holy See and some big nobles have supported Prince Louis. Emperor, but now the city has been hunting and killing those Restoration Party and Revolutionary Party, making everyone feel insecure, and it is really chaotic." Master Lubzon explained patiently.

Zhang Ang knew that Ms. Sophie and the others were probably the Restoration Party and the Revolutionary Party, and she gave up on herself at the last moment of her escape.

But Zhang Ang didn't blame Ms. Sophie. The situation was really urgent at that time. If he was dragged down by himself, neither of them would be able to escape.However, when I met Miss Sophie, I really didn't know how to face her.

After being silent for a while, Zhang Ang said again: "Then where are we going now?"

"Oh, we are rushing to Lyon City." Master Bernard said.

"What are you doing in Lyon?" Zhang Ang didn't understand.

"How should I put it?" Master Bernard hesitated, paused for a while, and then continued: "Because we plan to establish an academy!"

"College? What college?" Zhang Ang couldn't keep up with his train of thought.

"Of course the Martial Arts Academy! Architects can build the Iron Tower Academy, musicians can build the Philharmonic Palace, and other dancers, tailors, and animal trainers can all build an academy. We chefs, why can't we build an academy? What? We chefs also have our own martial arts! Although it is still very primitive and unsystematic, it is our own martial arts! Only those of us who have truly mastered the essence of cooking can use martial arts! Therefore, our Paris cooking skills All the colleagues in the association have unanimously decided that we want to establish an academy. It will teach cooking as well as martial arts, turning cooking into martial arts, an academy that truly belongs to our chefs!" Master Bernard's voice was impassioned.

(End of this chapter)