Continental Warriors Yoo Ma

Because he swore an oath when he was released that he would not be allowed to fight the French army in person for three years, so the Earl of Warwick has been serving as a military advisor to the Duke of Bedford. All sources know that he has a better understanding of the battle situation than ordinary commanders. much.

What he couldn't figure out the most was how the key to the later stage of the war—the rebellion planned by Baron Thomas in Rouen—was easily extinguished by Ma Youfu.

Judging from the information received by the Earl of Warwick at the time, the power in the hands of Baron Thomas, even if he could not immediately capture Rouen, would still plunge the city into continuous civil strife until the arrival of Fastov and the victory.

Ma Youfu did not hide his clumsiness, and patiently described the details that the Earl of Warwick, who was far away in Paris at the time, could not know.

"Why is Baron Thomas so stupid that he easily believed the news that you are no longer in Rouen?"

"After all, the most conspicuous orc guards around me, as well as that golem, followed Jeanna to Caen."

"But as far as I know, if the golem is too far away from the operator, it will not be able to accept orders and turn into a pile of scrap iron. Can't you see such an obvious flaw?"

"Because the channel for Baron Thomas to obtain information depends on a local wealthy businessman. And the spies supported by that wealthy businessman are usually just gangsters. It's okay for these people to engage in extortion, blackmail, murder and arson, but they must have excellent military skills. Regular scouts with common sense won’t do.”

"Thank you for your generous answer. I finally understand." The Earl of Warwick raised his glass to Ma Youfu and sighed, "I thought our failure was just accidental, but now it seems that it is inevitable caused by our lack of strength. Xiang Qiang I pay tribute to you, and I hope I will never meet you again on the battlefield.”

After finishing his glass of wine, the Earl of Warwick shook his head and left.

The Earl of Warwick, who had drunk too much before the banquet started, staggered back to his seat when he was suddenly bumped and staggered.

"Baron Chandler, pay attention!" he said dissatisfied.

Baron Chandler, who bumped into someone, looked apologetic: "I'm sorry, Lord Earl, I have something urgent, please forgive me."

Baron Chandler used to be the commander of Meaux. After losing this fortress, he was in a semi-idle state in Paris, thinking about how to make money every day without doing business.

Relying on his authority to resell military supplies, he made a small fortune.But Baron Chandler was obviously not satisfied.Until an opportunity to make a lot of money came to him.

When he was in Meaux, Rogorio, a Portuguese businessman who had worked with him as an interpreter for the beautiful warriors in Daho, approached him and said that he had a business that could make a lot of money, and he needed a partner.

Baron Chandler was attracted by the black continent full of wealth described by the other party, and immediately agreed to join the group, and handed over the five hundred pounds he had accumulated over the years to Rogorio.

The other party is a royal businessman of the Prince of Portugal, and his credit is still guaranteed, so Baron Chandler is not worried.

Originally, the two sides agreed that on the last day of September, by taking the opportunity to transport the Black Orc fighters still stranded in Paris back to Portugal, they would take a merchant ship back to Lisbon, meet with other partners, and then conspire to make a fortune.

Who knows, Rogorio disappeared.

Chapter 270 Five Last Time, Last Time

Baron Chandler had hoped that Rogorio would be able to attend the final farewell dinner.Who knew that the other party didn't even give the Duke of Bedford any face, and disappeared.

At this moment, Baron Chandler panicked completely, feeling that he was cheated by that damned Portuguese.He still had a glimmer of hope for the five hundred pounds, so he scurried about the party like a headless chicken, hoping to find Rogorio.

It's a pity that when the banquet officially started, he didn't get what he wanted, so he had to give up.

After the little king Henry VI appeared, others also took their seats.

His Royal Highness sat on the most important seat, with the Duke of Bedford, an important minister from England, and Mahouf, Marquis of La Manche, on his left and right hands.

The seats for tonight's banquet are also carefully designed, arranged in the order of one French nobleman and one English nobleman.

On the right of Ma Youfu is the little saint Elizabeth.

The cunning British guy must know that the saint attribute can cause a special attack on Ma, so he arranged it like this.

To the left of the Duke of Bedford sat Marshal Richmond, followed by the Archbishop of Beaufort.

When the little king of England saw Ma Youfu, he just greeted him politely, and then he was quiet, mechanically manipulating the food on the plate like a puppet.

He seemed to be a little afraid of Ma Youfu, and he didn't know if he had heard too many rumors about the "Oriental Ogre King" and formed a stereotype.

Or, just simply don't want to pay attention to the culprit who shattered his dream of the British and French United Kingdom?

In comparison, Elizabeth, whose family background is not known to be much lower than His Royal Highness, behaved more decently and generously.

"Master Marquis, may I ask why Countess Duris didn't come?" Elizabeth asked in a low voice.

Ma Youfu looked at the grilled dolphin meat served by the servant on the plate with some distaste.Although roasting a whole dolphin was a rare and hard dish on the tables of nobles in the Middle Ages, and it was only used to entertain guests at important banquets, Ma Youfu was still not used to this "delicacy".

Putting the "fish" sprinkled with spices aside, he said to Elizabeth: "Jeanne got the news that a group of woolen soldiers crossed the village of Versailles and was moving towards the surrounding area of ​​Paris. She was worried that it would threaten the safety of the city, so she led the troops before I went to clear the payment, and I can't come tonight."

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Zheng Joan was not used to this kind of banquet full of hypocritical rhetoric, so it was just right not to come.

A trace of disappointment flashed across Elizabeth's face, but she soon regained her spirits and started talking with Ma Youfu.

"Did you encounter any difficulties after going back last time? What are your plans when you return to England? If you can't stay in London, you can come to Normandy. You and the French people are always welcome."

"Thank you for your concern, Lord Marquis. Although my speech did cause some criticism behind the scenes, it did not have much impact." Elizabeth said, "Now that the war is over, and under the blessing of the Seven Saints, there are not many sacrifices. In the end, peace was reached through negotiations. This is the greatest blessing. After I return to London, I will continue to preach the teachings of the Seven Saints and treat the common people. As for your invitation, I sincerely thank you."

Ma Youfu was not angry when he was politely rejected.The two chatted for a while, and suddenly heard a burst of admiration from around.

It turned out that the servant brought a new dish.

On the large silver plate, steamed steamed buns wrapped in egg liquid and deep-fried until golden brown were neatly stacked.There is also a delicate little bowl next to it, which holds amber malt syrup.

"Everyone, this is a new dish recently developed by my chef, called 'french_fries'." The Duke of Bedford introduced to the guests.

Hearing this name, Ma Youfu almost laughed out loud.

Unexpectedly, the steamed buns I made became popular in the upper class of France. After developing various eating methods, they were magically modified by the British and became a new dish, even occupying the exclusive term of French fries in later generations.

"The world has changed because of my own inadvertent actions...It's kind of interesting to think about."

Ma Youfu smiled slightly, and found that Elizabeth beside him was looking at the fried steamed buns on the plate, a little eager to try, but shy and afraid to reach out.

It was only then that Ma Youfu remembered that this holy woman was actually just an ordinary city girl.

Ma Youfu took a piece of steamed bun, scooped some maltose with a table knife, spread it evenly on it, and handed it to Elizabeth.

The little saint bit her lip and hesitated, but still accepted Ma Youfu's kindness.

"It turns out that this dish is eaten like this..."

Although Ma Youfu didn't taste it, but judging by the satisfied expression on the little girl's face, the taste should be good.

At this moment, he heard a somewhat familiar snort, and there seemed to be a rather sour line of sight staring at him.

Ma Youfu looked around and saw the Duchess of Bedford, who was two seats away from him, hurriedly looked away, and then pretended to be nonchalant, sipping wine absently.

He understood immediately.

Seeing that the atmosphere of the banquet reached its climax, and many nobles began to eat, drink, sing and dance, wanton indulgence, Ma Youfu quietly got up and left the banquet, and then left a sentence for the Duchess with the second-ring spell "Hidden Sound Transmission": Follow the magic left by me for a while Mark, come to the third floor.

The Duchess's tender body shook, and she glanced at Ma Youfu resentfully, and took another sip of wine in a hurry to hide her uneasiness.

Ten minutes after Ma Youfu left, she also got up and left.

Fortunately, the hall was very lively at this time, and no one paid attention to this small matter.

Following the blue magic mark Ma Youfu left on the wall, the Duchess walked upstairs step by step.As the steps continued to climb, her mood seemed to be getting more and more excited.

After the war between Britain and France resumed this year, the Duchess has completely remained a widow.

In order to defend Paris, the Duke of Bedford devoted all his energies and sleeps day and night. The couple only met once a week at most and had lunch together.

Married to an outstanding politician who dedicated her body and mind to England, the Duchess has long been used to this lonely life.But after the immoral happy days in Burgundy the previous winter, this miserable existence alone in the great Louvre had become all the more unbearable.

"Going back to England anyway. One last time, one last time... just let me indulge one last time..."

Her footsteps were getting faster and faster. The Duchess, who was afraid of wasting a good time and beautiful scenery, came to the third floor sweating and pushed open the marked door.

As soon as she entered, she was hugged by a pair of strong arms, immersed in the familiar man's breath, her delicate body reflexed, and suddenly became sore and weak.

Chapter 270 Six Upstairs, Downstairs

"Good night, Anne, long time no see, you seem to have lost weight." Ma Youfu sniffed the rose-like fragrance of the lady's hair, and his breathing gradually became rapid.

"Wait a minute, my lord... well, slow down, you stallion in heat..." When the matter came to an end, the Duchess wanted to retreat again.

But how could Youfu Ma be stopped by her powerless words, his hands had already reached into the neckline of the dress, ups and downs.

No wonder he knew that the Duchess was losing weight and was measuring it with her own hands.

The charming peach red spread from the slender and fair neck to the ears, and the moaning in the Duchess' nasal cavity became more and more delicate.

The lips of the two were pressed tightly together quickly, and it took an unknown amount of time before they parted reluctantly.

A bright silver thread flickered under the orange light.

In the intense yet gentle physical contact, the Duchess panted while telling her lovesickness: "After tonight, we may not be able to meet again. After letting me taste the ultimate happiness, but I have to endure the torment of not getting what I want, maybe this is the punishment of the Seven Saints..."

"Who said we can't meet in the future? You are the younger sister of the Duke of Burgundy. With this relationship, you can stay in Ghent permanently. The excuse to the outside world is to be responsible for the diplomatic and goodwill work between the two countries. For the sake of the country, the Duke of Bedford will definitely agree to this proposal. At that time, we will not be blocked by the strait, so we can naturally meet frequently."

"You cunning fox, you have so many tricks, no wonder my husband lost to you..."

The cooking time was about the same, Ma Youfu decided to take the beauty to bed and eat dinner.At this moment, a heart-pounding sound came from the balcony.

"Ah, my lord, you are so majestic, as thick as a mace made of pure gold! You are indeed the number one warrior in France!"

"Oh, Baroness, it's so tight...Taste this savage blow of mine!"

Ma Youfu and the Duchess couldn't help but laugh together.

"Uh, that guy seems to be Rachel..."

"The woman is Mrs. Chandler. I know her voice very well. I didn't expect her husband to be cheated of five hundred pounds, but she was..." Anne wanted to criticize, but she didn't seem to have this position when she thought about it, so give up.

She wrapped her legs tightly around the man's waist, and tenderly invited: "Come on, my lord, you have defeated the men of England, now it's time to conquer the women of England."

Listening to the sound of mixed doubles coming from downstairs, Ma Youfu glanced at the balcony, leaned over and said something in the Duchess' ear.

The Duchess shook her head in embarrassment: "No, others will find out."

"Don't worry, I know the sound suppression technique. You see, how beautiful the night is tonight, and that sense of openness will bring more happiness to people..."

The Duchess nodded slightly as if possessed.

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In the hall, the court band was playing cheerful music, and there were lots of drinks and laughter everywhere.The Duke of Bedford was sitting in a chair, chatting with Richmond.

In the current situation where France has won a big victory, the little Brittany in the northwest will definitely have trouble sleeping and eating.If you can have a good relationship with Richmond's brother, John V, Duke of Brittany, you can also get a good card to check and balance France.

At this time, Henry VI walked up to the Duke of Bedford and said, "Mr. John, I want to go to Notre Dame again and pray for the last time."

The day when he was crowned in Notre Dame was undoubtedly the most glorious moment in the little king's life.Although everything has come to naught now, it is understandable that he still has reluctance in his heart.

"Okay, I will accompany His Highness right now." The Duke of Bedford got up and said.

"No need." Henry VI shook his head, "Miss Saintess and the Archbishop will accompany me. You have taken care of me for so many years. It's rare to relax today, so you don't have to worry about it anymore."

Paris is quite safe now. There are still [-] British troops in the city and [-] French royal troops stationed outside the city.With Elizabeth and Beaufort protecting the little king, there will be no problem.

So the Duke of Bedford nodded and watched the little king leave the banquet hall under the leadership of Elizabeth.