Continental Warriors Yoo Ma

If the king is a bad guy and an unqualified ruler.Then he would reject the earl's request, even kill him, and then take the girl himself.This is the worst option.The subjects will think that the king is a tyrant who can act recklessly for selfish desires, and the country cannot last long.

If the king is a bad man and a qualified ruler, then he will grant the earl's request, then secretly steal the bride's purity at the wedding, and take her as a mistress.Even if the matter was exposed later, the subjects would not take this love affair seriously, and even find the king attractive. "

After a long talk, Ma Youfu originally wanted to leave while René I was thinking, but who knew that the other party would not let him go: "Your Excellency, your analysis has taught me a lot. However, you haven't said that if you encounter this kind of situation, what will you do?"

"I won't let this happen." Ma Youfu said casually.

He knew that no matter what he said, he might be refuted by René I.With the character of the duchess, she might try her best to dissuade her husband, so as not to anger herself, the big benefactor.And René I, who had lost his mind, would mistakenly think that his wife had some improper relationship with him, so he favored outsiders so much.

At that time, I will only become a tool for the couple to attack each other.

"Your Excellency, it's getting late. I wish you both a pleasant evening." Ma Youfu nodded and prepared to leave.

At this time, Isabel also grabbed her husband's hand, and said comfortingly: "Honey, let's stop this dispute. I was too harsh on you. Let's go back, shall we?"

Isabelle's rare tenderness and retreat made René I even angrier: "Are you treating me like a child?!"

He slammed his wife's hand away.I don't know if it was because of too much force that caused the foot plate to become unstable, but René I actually slipped and flipped backwards out of the railing!

Seeing her husband fall off the castle, Isabel screamed, as if she had been petrified.

Fortunately, Ma Youfu reacted quickly, ran to the railing in two steps, and cast a levitation technique on René I who was in free fall.

René I, whose face was livid with fright, suddenly felt that he was supported by a layer of transparent cushion formed by magic power, and his falling speed slowed down rapidly, finally he was relieved.

"Mr. Ma Youfu, I'm sorry that our husband and wife have caused trouble to you tonight." Isabel nodded gratefully to Ma Youfu and ran downstairs.

Ma Youfu nodded and left alone.

Although it was only a near miss, the Duke's fall still shocked the entire castle, and countless people flocked to the first floor to check the situation.

Antoinette was walking on the corridor on the second floor, only ten meters away from the stairs leading to the third floor.At this moment, the crowd suddenly filled the entire corridor like a flood that opened the gates, engulfing the girl in the middle.

When the flow of people finally disappeared, Antoinette had already been squeezed against the wall.Fortunately, except for the corner of her skirt being torn and her ankle twisted, she has no major problems.

When Antoinette limped to the terrace on the third floor, she found that there was no one there.

"Why every time I want to get close to Lord Marquis, I can't do it?"

The girl wanted to cry, but her heart was full of grievances. She felt as if she had lost the favor of the Seven Saints, and the God of Destiny played a trick on her.

She slowly sat down on the cold ground, crossed her arms, buried her head in her knees, and sobbed softly.

If someone saw this beauty weeping at this moment, even his steel-like heart would melt accordingly.

"Miss Antoinette?" A soft and pleasant neutral voice suddenly came.

The girl raised her head with tears in her eyes, and found a boy in a priest's robe standing in front of her.

Slightly curly chestnut hair, delicate and handsome features, although a little feminine, but not aggressive, exuding a friendly charm.

"How do you know my name?" the girl asked.

"The beloved daughter of Baron Menelles, the most beautiful girl in Provence, who in the whole castle doesn't know your name?" The boy sat beside her.

"What's your name?"

"I am Endy Azar, deacon of the church, assistant to the bishop of Avignon."

"Deacon Azar, can you tell me why the Seven Saints no longer take care of me and make me go through so many troubles and setbacks?" Antoinette was upset, and directly used the terrace as the church's confession room.

"Miss Menelles, your incomparable beauty is the best proof that the Seven Saints love you. How can you say that you have been abandoned?" Endy was like a real priest, and began to enlighten the confused girl , "Even if you encounter setbacks, it is just a test for the Seven Sages. As long as you overcome the difficulties with strength, you will definitely be able to experience the beauty of life again."

Endy's words were nothing new, clichés, but his voice had a special charm.Gradually, Antoinette no longer felt sad, and her expression became dazed.

Endy followed suit: "So, what troubles have you encountered?"

Antoinette uttered all the troubles in her heart in full.

"So, you are worrying about men and the future?" Endy smiled slightly.

He didn't expect that when he was wandering casually, he would bump into a god-sent opportunity!A stunning girl who is related to entering the court of the King of France and can also get close to the Marquis of La Manche - this is simply the best tool!

How can she be used to disrupt the courts of these rulers and corrupt more nobles?

Endy desperately suppressed the ecstasy in his heart, and thought carefully: there were already latent believers of the God of Corruption around Charles VII, but it was the Siris who rose at an astonishing speed, and the power of the God of Corruption had not yet touched beside him.

Thinking of this, Endi persuaded: "Since the invitation letter from Paris has not been sent for a long time, it means that the thread of fate has not connected you with the King of France. Ma Youfu is your best choice. This knowledgeable Seris A wise man will surely help you realize your dreams and obtain eternal happiness."

"but……"

"Be confident, Miss Menelles. Your beauty is the best weapon. As long as you keep attacking, no man can resist..."

As Endy said, he reached out and approached the girl's cheek.

He showed an evil and excited expression, and a cloudy and pale light bloomed from his fingertips: "Come on, succumb to the power of the God of Corruption and become a happy puppet!"

Just when the fingers were about to touch Antoinette's skin, suddenly, a group of red energy sparks burst between the two, dispelling his magic.

Endy screamed, and the sharp pain from his fingertips made him both shocked and excited: "It turns out that there is such a thing in your body! No wonder the mediocre Meneles family can give birth to you like this!" The girl of the essence of beauty. Haha, haha! It seems that I have no ability to turn you into a puppet. But...it doesn’t matter even if I can’t control you. As long as I send you to Ma Youfu, my lord will definitely get more Pleasure!"

Chapter 340 Falling, Prison Escape, Killing

The burst of energy sparks freed Antoinette from the sorcery originating from the corrupting power. She glanced at Dean suspiciously, feeling an indescribable frenzy in his eyes.

"Miss Menelles, please remember what I just said. The Marquis is your best choice, please bravely express your desire to him! For this, I am willing to help you."

Dean took out a delicate heart-shaped glass bottle from the priest's uniform, which contained a pink liquid.

He handed this suspicious-looking thing to Antoinette: "This is a gift from Dizela, the goddess of love. When you are alone with the Marquis of La Manche, open the stopper and let the liquid inside go indoors." Volatile, and then, you will have a wonderful night that you will never forget. He will definitely be conquered by your charm."

There was a special power in Dean's voice.Although he couldn't use the power of the evil god to manipulate the opponent's mind and turn her into a puppet, he could still use magic to give her psychological hints.

Antoinette took the vial and left with a puzzled look.

"It's really interesting. It's a good pastime to get such a dessert before enjoying the main course."

At this time, the event of the Duke falling from the building has subsided.René I landed in the fountain pool on the first floor without any risk, and was completely soaked.

The cold water completely calmed his head, and he dared not look directly at his wife who rushed over.He chose to escape and returned to the castle without saying a word.

Isabel didn't hold back.She felt that both of them should reflect on the previous mode of getting along, and then have a good talk.

René I did not return to the master bedroom, but chose another guest room to spend the night alone.

In the extravagant Tarascon Castle, any room can be described as luxurious and comfortable, even equipped with a large Roman-style bathroom.

Guests can not only enjoy the fun of bathing here, but also invite others for a frank social event.Because of the Black Death, few people care about public bathhouses, and nobles who have the conditions and hobbies naturally choose to enjoy them at home.

Soaking in the steaming hot water, René I gulped down his sorrows with wine.

The potency-enhancing drugs he drank before had reached their peak at this time, making his lower abdomen unbearably hot.But tonight, he is destined not to be able to sleep with his wife in his arms.

"Seventh Saints, why did I go crazy like a demon tonight!" René I lamented, "Have I been bewitched by evil gods? Or is it because of jealousy? If Isabel really had an affair with Ma Youfu..."

Suddenly, the scene of his wife being pressed against the wall by the Sirisian and attacking fiercely from behind appeared in his mind.

A mixture of pain, humiliation, and excitement suddenly surged from my heart.René I became short of breath, his legs felt even more uncomfortable, and his blood was rolling.Then, his eyes darkened and he passed out.

When he woke up again, he found himself lying on the bed in a robe, and a handsome boy with chestnut curly hair was busy beside him.

"You are……"

"I am Dean Azar, Your Excellency the Duke." The boy explained, "You fainted in the bathroom, and in the entire castle, I am the only person left who can use healing techniques, even those who usually restrain themselves Clergy, on such a happy day today, it is inevitable that you drink too much... That's why I was sent to take care of you."

"You saved my life," said René I.

"This is the vocation given to us by the Seven Saints." Dean laughed.

In a trance, René I felt that the boy's smile was so charming, almost like an angel.He never knew that a man could be so beautiful and delicate...

The fire of desire in the heart was like a spewing volcano, overwhelming the sky and covering the sky, breaking through the reason in an instant.René I grabbed Dean's hand and pulled him roughly onto the bed.

"Your Excellency, don't!" The boy's exclaimed voice concealed a trace of joy and pride.

……

When René I was doing depraved things against the faith in the guest room, Raymond, the former Baron of Aller, who was imprisoned in the dungeon under the castle 40 meters below him, ushered in an unexpected person. guest.

"You are... Bishop of Avignon?" Raymond looked at the bloated middle-aged priest outside the cell.

"Yes, it's me." The Bishop of Avignon nodded stiffly, with strange white lights flickering in his eyes from time to time.

But the rude Raymond didn't care, he just sneered and said, "What can you do with me?"

"Want revenge? I can give you a chance."

"Avenge me?" Raymond asked in surprise, "Aren't you René's advisor? For the crown of Naples, that idiot Duke has a very good relationship with the Holy See."

"I have my own plan, you don't need to know." Bishop of Avignon said bluntly, then raised the thorny scepter in his hand, and tapped lightly on the prison door.

The biggest obstacle between Raymond and freedom is broken.

Raymond looked at the other party in surprise, gritted his teeth, and spit thick phlegm towards the smelly straw: "Lead the way! Let me live in this kind of place, and deprive me of everything, I will make them pay the price!"

The two continued to move forward in the dark tunnel.The Bishop of Avignon, who was walking in front, released strange flying insects shining with golden light from his pocket from time to time.

This bug is the "Bug of Destiny", a rare magical creature from another world.They feed on the thread of fate that connects all things, and their lifespan is only 10 minutes, so they must be stored in a container with a time stagnation force field, and they will be released when necessary.

This magic bug, which is extremely difficult to find, capture, and raise, can effectively conceal the breeder's whereabouts and restrain many divination school spells.Even the power of Mirna, goddess of fortune and secrecy, can resist.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the two finally left through the tunnel.

After walking on the ground, Raymond realized that he had come to the opposite bank. Across the river, he could see the resplendent Tarascon Castle in the dark.

The responders sent the two of them to the carriage, and then drove north.

The next morning the carriage arrived in Avignon.

"Raymond, this is the territory of the Holy See, and you are already safe. But you'd better not show your face easily." The bishop of Avignon said, "You will live in a comfortable room, with wine and meat every day, and even women .After all, you are Dean's friend, and I will entertain you. Please be patient, your chance for revenge will come soon."

Raymond looked at him suspiciously.

This guy behaved strangely before, and Raymond is also a professional who has mastered extraordinary power. After he tried it out, he found that the other party had been controlled by a powerful spellcaster.

But after dawn, the Bishop of Avignon returned to normal, but his memory seemed to be faulty, and he regarded himself as some kind of "Dean's friend".

But he didn't bother to delve into the food and drink to enjoy it, so he just took one step at a time.

The carriage entered the city of Avignon, and soon arrived at the magnificent Gothic-style Palace of the Pope.Although the Pope has long since returned to Rome, this magnificent building has not changed its name.

On the square in front of the Pope's Palace, a well-equipped cavalry team of hundreds stopped the carriage.

Raymond opened the curtain of the carriage, and saw the banner flying in this mighty army: quartered format, two patterns of golden irises and leaping dolphins on a blue background, arranged diagonally.

Raymond hurriedly lowered the curtains, and secretly said: "So it's the French Dauphin from Dauphine. Yes, he will be the special envoy of Charles VII to attend the birthday party of the Duke of Anjou's eldest daughter. It's best not to let them find out , so as not to cause additional trouble."

At this time, a handsome white horse jumped out of the team and came to the carriage.