Continental Warriors Yoo Ma

The bishop of Paris had originally been in this position by relying on the English.Now that the British army was defeated, he fled back to the mainland in despair, but he, a native Frenchman, had no way to escape.

He predicted that it would not be long before Charles VII officially took over Paris, and his post as Bishop of Paris would come to an end.Moreover, I am afraid that the whole of France will not be able to tolerate him, a former "legal traitor".

Ma Youfu came to visit today. He originally wanted to take the opportunity to get in touch and see if the Marquis of La Manche, who is in full swing, would like to help him.

But Ma Youfu is not stupid.Helping such a person who has been sentenced to death politically because of standing on the wrong side, for him, apart from being rejected by other French nobles and making Charles VII suspicious, he will not get much benefit at all.

"Hmph...I'm still busy trying to clear up the relationship with the Italian side. If you can't become a bishop in France, you can go to Rome to find an official position. As for the cult, I'll leave it to the next bishop of Paris to solve it. Anyway. Those rats in the gutter are plotting plots all the time, not in a hurry."

Thinking of this, the Bishop of Paris immediately put Ma Youfu's entrustment behind him.

On the other side, after Ma Youfu and An Wen walked out of the Notre Dame, they found that the guards who stayed outside were raising their heads and pointing at the two towers of the Notre Dame.

"Hey, it's a pity that the shell just flew past the tower. It would be so interesting if it hit the top of the tower directly!"

The guard who spoke was obviously a jolly person, commenting on the traces of war on the exterior of Notre Dame, and dancing so loudly that it could be heard around.

"My lord, how do you feel as the person who caused all this with your own hands?" An Wen teased with a smile.

"Feeling? No feeling." Ma Youfu shrugged.

It's probably the same as Li Mei's feeling when she saw Tokyo fever with her own eyes.

When the attendants saw Ma Youfu coming out, they immediately restrained themselves.But at this moment, a horse neighed, and they started to panic again.

It turned out that a pedestrian walked too hastily, didn't pay attention to his surroundings, and bumped into the mounts of the attendants by the roadside.

Seeing that the frightened horse was about to step on the pedestrian with its hoof raised high, Ma Youfu hurriedly chanted a spell, and a beam of white light shot straight over.

A ring of mind spells, sleep.

The frightened horse suddenly became quiet and fell asleep.

The only imperfection is that because sleep is a range spell, within three meters of the surrounding area, creatures with insufficient willpower all fell to the ground and fell into magical sleep.

Ma Youfu's guards were fine, after all, they were well-trained and battle-tested elite fighters, but the passerby just now had been tricked, lying in a large font on the hard stone road, snoring one after another.

"My lord, what should I do?" A guard asked.

"The effect of the spell will end in 2 minutes. Just drag him to the side of the street and wait."

The two guards complied.

Ma Youfu suddenly caught a glimpse of the pedestrian's scattered items on the ground, and suddenly became interested.

He picked up all these papers.Looking at the style, it should be something like a brochure, and the content on it has something to do with me.

"Monsters from Siris break into Meau."

"The inexplicable ogre king is approaching the village of Evri."

"The vile oriental brigand enters Pontoise.

"Mayouf takes Rouen."

"Commander Mayouf controls the whole of Normandy."

"The heroic and wise Marquis de La Manche has been appointed as the royal envoy to take over his loyal Paris."

The pedestrian was a young man dressed in a black robe.Given the sober and discreet attire required by universities of the era, it is likely that he was a student at the University of Paris living in the Latin Quarter.

These little bourgeois who have some knowledge, no matter what era they are in, are the weakest and most vulnerable group.

However, it is not without value.

Looking at the pamphlet written by this college student, although the words and sentences are straightforward, they are very provocative. The writing style is much better than some online writers who sleep until [-] o'clock every day.

Now Ma Youfu has the power of the "Paris Construction and Planning Special Envoy", which is no less powerful than the mayor, but if he wants to advance the work, he must need the support of the citizens.

It is also necessary to hire a pen to cheer for yourself and improve your reputation in Paris.

Chapter 270 Illustrated Handbook of Medieval College Students

Herald de Genas came from a family of stonemasons.His father was a master of stone carvings and earned a good income, eighty livres a year, more than many knightly lords.So when Eral showed his talent in literature since he was a child, his father gritted his teeth and sent him to a missionary school to study.

After several years of study, he successfully entered the University of Paris and began to study in this top two institutions of higher learning in Europe.

It's a pity that the good times didn't last long.Erard's father fell from a scaffold and broke his leg while he was carving a relief of the Seven Saints for the church ceiling.After the family lost the largest labor force, Eral could only do odd jobs outside in order not to drop out of school because he could not afford the tuition fees.

Later, when the Battle of Paris started, an English nobleman took a fancy to Herald's writing ability and began to pay him to write some propaganda pamphlets, focusing on describing the ferocity and evil of the French commander Mayouf, so as to arouse the feelings of the Parisians.

Erard did a great job.In addition, during that time, Ma Youfu ordered artillery to bomb Paris every day. Panic fueled hatred, and Erard's pamphlets were widely circulated and praised.

But the good times didn't last long, and England lost after all.

Moreover, as the war situation gradually deteriorated, Eral did not dare to belittle Ma Youfu with more radical words, and the words in the brochures gradually tended to be neutral.This dissatisfied the English nobles, and paid him less and less.

When the first batch of French troops entered the city, Erard began to worry, for fear that he would be punished by the autumn queen because of the pamphlets he had written before.

However, before the revenge of the French army came, another business came to the door.

An official from the city hall took out a bag full of coins and asked Herald to write some articles praising the French army, especially the Marquis of La Manche.

Before that, the whole of Paris sat crookedly. It first stood on the side of Burgundy in the civil war, and then fully supported the English in the Hundred Years War, and regarded Henry VI as the legitimate king of France.

Now to welcome the arrival of the new king, it is natural to show a submissive attitude, change the past, and lick Charles VII and Ma Youfu comfortably.

As for being ridiculed by others with a one-hundred-eighty-degree turnaround and no integrity, that's not a problem.

Eral was used to being extravagant in the past. After getting paid, he first went to the fourth district to find a familiar girl for a whole night, and experienced the ultimate enjoyment of "wine pool and meat forest", and then invited his classmates to go to various taverns The hotel ate and drank a lot, but within three days, the huge sum of more than a dozen livres was squandered.

Only then did he remember that he was in arrears with rent for three months and hadn't paid it yet.

As a last resort, Erard rushed to write another article overnight—the most disgusting one that Ma Youfu had seen before: "The heroic and wise Marquis of Lamanche was appointed as the royal envoy and will soon take over his loyal Paris" .

Just as Erard hurried through the Ile de la Cité from the university district on the left bank of Paris, and went to the city hall on the right bank to exchange articles for money, he accidentally startled the mount of Ma Youfu's guard at the gate of Notre Dame.

When the effect of the sleep technique ended, Eral opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was Ma Youfu who was looking through his "masterpiece" with great interest.

"Although the color of the clothes is simple, but the tailoring is quite good, and the materials are exquisite, at least worth five livres..." Eral evaluated secretly, then glanced around, and saw the beautiful elf girl and several Guards in shining plate armor.

With such a level of followers, coupled with that eastern face that is different from Europeans, Eral immediately guessed the other party's identity.

After all, as the Hundred Years' War ended with the victory of France, Ma Youfu, an upstart who rose up in the war, was known as the No. 1 minister under the King of France, and his name was known to everyone from Nantes to Marseille.

Seeing that the other party was actually reading the pamphlets he had written before, Herald broke out in a cold sweat and stammered, "My lord... Your lord the Marquis of La Manche..."

"Oh, you actually know how to call me by title, instead of 'monster from Siris' or 'unexplainable ogre king'?" Ma Youfu looked at Eral who had just woken up and said playfully.

"My lord, I am also forced by life to obey the orders of the English. In fact, I absolutely respect you for a person who has made great achievements. From now on... From now on, I will definitely use my pen to constantly In praise of your achievements, my lord..."

"It's just a meal, it's not shabby." Ma Youfu waved his hand and asked the guards to help Eral, who was paralyzed by fright, "It's just a joke, don't be scared."

Eral stood up straight, his heart was pounding, and he said to himself: "You are a top nobleman who holds tens of thousands of troops and manages a population of 70 to [-] people. With just one look and one gesture, you can decide the life and death of civilians. , How could I not be scared?!"

However, he only dared to complain in his heart with such words, and he still waited honestly for Ma Youfu to speak.

Youfu Ma went straight to the point: "I think your article is well written, and here is a deal."

He threw a money bag over, and said: "After the adverse effects of this war are basically eliminated, His Royal Highness will start a major transformation of Paris to prepare for the holding of exhibitions for a while. This large-scale urban transformation , will inevitably involve complex interests and cause dissatisfaction among many people. So I need someone to publicize the benefits of urban transformation in advance."

He pointed to the gurgling Seine River not far away, and continued: "For example, this stinky river has had a very adverse impact on the environment of Paris and the health of citizens. To transform the city, After the sewer system is built, this problem can be solved..."

Eral nodded repeatedly while listening, while quietly opening the purse, and glanced at it.

Although the weight is not heavy, it is actually filled with golden and cute things!

Erard, who happened to be short of money, couldn't help being elated, and immediately patted his chest to make sure: "My lord, don't worry! I will write related articles for you immediately, and I will definitely let the citizens of Paris understand that urban reconstruction is for everyone. Great thing to do!"

"How long will it take you?"

"Two days, two days is enough. Then you can send someone to pick it up. I live in the Latin Quarter on the Street of the Goddess Dizela..."

After listening to Eral report the address, Ma Youfu nodded in satisfaction, waved to him, motioned to leave, and then took An Wen to continue shopping.

After Elal received a large reward, he hurried back to the hut he rented.

If the article written this time can satisfy the Marquis of Lamanche, it will be equivalent to finding a long-term meal ticket, so that the landlord will no longer have to look down upon him.

Also, if someone dares to bully me in the future, as long as the name of Lord Marquis is reported, those bastards will be scared to death.

How could such a life-changing opportunity be missed?

Chapter 270 Paris will never surrender

Driven by money, Eral suddenly had endless creative impulses in his mind.He immediately sat down at the desk, picked up the quill, and began to write vigorously.

"When Marco Polo stepped off the merchant ship that arrived in Hangzhou and set foot on land, the first thing he did was to take a deep breath. Because the air in Seris is so sweet, it is different from the excrement floating everywhere. The stinky typical European cities are completely different. Because the urban environment is so beautiful, even beggars in Seris smile at any time, as peaceful as a saint.

A wise man in Siris once said that the sewer is the conscience of a city.Whether it is a civilized country in the East or the once glorious Roman Empire, they all attach great importance to the construction of sewers.Now that we have long since stepped out of the dark ages, why should we endure the stinky, dirty, crowded urban environment like savages?It's time to learn from advanced civilizations and build a sewer for Paris..."

For a day and a night, Erard worked hard, staying in the hut to create, and finally finished writing a propaganda article calling for urban reconstruction.

At this time, it was already night, and there was a timely cry from the stomach.

Eral decided to get himself something to eat first, then start to revise, and then handed over the article to Lord Marquis.

After searching in the cupboard, he found to his dismay that the last baguette had already been eaten.Fortunately, Ma Youfu had already paid a lot of money for the manuscript, so Eral decided to go out for food and reward himself with a good meal.

Just as he opened the door, a group of people took advantage of his unpreparedness and rushed in quickly, then closed the door.

In the blink of an eye, Eral was held up by a few shiny daggers, and he didn't even have time to call for help.

"Hugo...what do you want to do?" Eral tried his best to suppress the fear in his heart, and stammered.

The man named Hugo in front of him was short in stature, dark in complexion, and ugly in appearance, so he was nicknamed "Moor".

However, as a fourth-year student at the University of Paris and the son of the leader of the "Herring Gang" who controls the entire academy dock, no college student dared to call that nickname in front of him that mocked his appearance.

Most of the college students in the Middle Ages were "three-minded youths" with knowledge, money, and background. In addition, they were at the age of exuberant male hormone secretion, so they naturally liked to cause trouble.

Those who like to eat, drink, prostitute and gamble like Eral are considered good students.

Fighting and blackmailing classmates are commonplace.

It is not uncommon to make a big noise in the classroom and insult the professor.

What's more, he even dared to beat the magistrate and challenge the authority of the government.

You ask why the school doesn't care?

In this era, the university system is not perfect, and students are the main sponsors of tuition fees. In many cases, the school has nothing to do with them.

Eral, a junior, was bullied many times by Hugo.The most egregious time, he was stripped naked in early spring, covered with honey, and thrown into the forest of Vincennes.

Then, he was chased for tens of kilometers by the hungry brown bear who just woke up from hibernation...

In addition to being teased by a variety of pranks, Erard has also been blackmailed by Hugo many times.And this time, the other party came for his money.