Continental Warriors Yoo Ma

After the sour sound, the left arm returned to normal.

At this time, several tall half-orc guards surrounded him.

The girl looked around, and suddenly a pure white light burst out from her body.She slammed into the siege, and suddenly turned on her back.

Volgar reached out and grabbed the handle of the halberd, trying to rush over to rescue the girl.

Youfu Ma shook his head, signaling him not to be impulsive.

boom!

A hapless orc was swept by the girl's leg whip, flying high like a broken sack, and smashed into Yofu Ma and the others.

boom!

The half-orc had a huge body weighing more than 350 pounds including the armor, and smashed hard one step in front of Ma Youfu.

The mount was immediately startled.If it weren't for the good riding skills in front of the body, Youfu Ma instinctively clamped the saddle, and I'm afraid he would have fallen to the ground.

At this moment, the light on the girl suddenly dimmed.She fell to the ground as if she had been drained of strength, and was quickly captured.

When the half-orc escorted the escaped prisoner and passed by Youfu Ma and his group, the girl with her head lowered suddenly stopped and raised her head. In the flawless sapphire blue eyes, Yofu Ma's face was reflected, and the tone was calm and gentle, like someone brushing across a wheat field. Breeze: "I'm sorry, sir, for disturbing your horse."

"It's okay, ma'am."

At this time, the Burgundian knight, whose head was blank in shock, reacted and scolded: "Damn green-skinned idiot, actually let the prisoner who was suppressed by most of his strength escape from the tower!"

"Excuse my rudeness, Mr. Ma Youfu. Please continue along the road. Someone will receive you in the square." The knight rushed to report the sudden escape.

"Don't worry about me, please do it yourself." Youfu Ma nodded.

He has understood.The girl who fell from the sky just now was Jeanne.

Youfu Ma had a hunch that he would never forget this first encounter, as well as the brief exchange of glances just now.

Chapter 2 Good People Deserve Happy Endings

"Achievement: Continental Hero I, completed."

"You came into contact with a figure who, in his own power, changed the fate of a nation."

"You gain 20 diplomatic points."

"Achievement: Do you feel the light? Done."

"You have come into contact with a true Enlightenment."

"You gain 50 administrative points, 50 diplomatic points, and 50 military points."

It was not until this jaw-dropping escape was over that Yo-Fu Ma noticed the pop-up message from the system.

As expected of Joan of Arc, just by saying a word to her, she completed two achievements.

Thinking about how to use the golden finger in his heart, Youfu Ma looked as usual, and settled down in the palace under the arrangement of a courtier.

Burgundians are still very particular, and even the envoys of hostile countries have been given excellent treatment.The room prepared by the generous Philip III for Yof Ma, located on the second floor of the west wing of the palace, is spacious and comfortable, and the environment is elegant, could not ask for more.

"Sir, for the well-being and interests of the two countries, I hope to meet the Duke as soon as possible. Can you help arrange it?"

The courtier looked at Yofu Ma, and in the standard court French accent, there was a hint of perfunctory: "Ambassador Ma, the duke has just returned from the palace in Brussels. The knight's assembly, the third-level meeting, the French, the British... What happened recently, you I understand. But don't worry, as long as the Duke has time, he will summon you immediately."

"Our business is very urgent. Could you be accommodating?"

"Unfortunately, I am only a small courtier and cannot touch national affairs. Be patient, Ambassador Mayouf. The Duke takes relations with France very seriously. When the time is right, he will summon you. The banquet hall in the east wing of the palace is open every day. Throwing a banquet, I don't think you will be bored. Good night, gentlemen."

Looking at the retreating back of the courtier, Volgar muttered: "The Burgundians are perfunctory, and Philip III doesn't want to see us at all."

Even the shield dwarves can see it, and Ma Youfu naturally knows.

If the diplomatic funds were not lost, if he bribed a few more of the Duke's close officials, or asked his wife to blow the pillow, maybe he could get an interview.

"It's no use complaining. Let's go, maybe we can find useful information at the banquet. At worst, we can fill our stomachs."

The thought of drinking alcohol made Walgar feel refreshed.

The banquet hall was full of people.The kitchen rotates continuously for 24 hours, the crackling of firewood and the singing of bards echo in the ears, and there are happy laughter and chaotic roars from time to time.

Yofu Ma left the banquet with a little drunkenness, and it was almost midnight.

At the banquet, he completed another "Baker I" achievement, earning 10 diplomatic points.

After saving 90 diplomatic points, Yoof Ma immediately bought the "junior negotiator" in the system store.Good eloquence can make him more confident in his next actions.

As for the other two items, "Indulge in Reading" can't afford it, and "Master of Swordsmanship" doesn't need to be bought.

This is a world with extraordinary power. No matter how good the swordsmanship of ordinary people is, their effects are limited.

Tuk Tuk Tuk!

There was a quick knock on the door.

Youfu Ma got up and opened the door, but no one was seen.He looked down and saw that the dwarf, as strong as a bucket, was tossing about, like a sailor struggling in a storm.

"You look bad, Volga."

The dwarf slumped on Yofu Ma's leg and muttered, "Youfu Ma, think about how you can save Miss Jeanne with your smart oriental mind?"

"Why do you think like this? You forced me to come to Dijon, isn't it because you are afraid of taking responsibility and want to blame me?"

The embassy was robbed, and Volgar, the captain of the guard, could not get rid of it, at least one dereliction of duty would not be able to escape.That's why he wanted to continue his mission to Burgundy.

At that time, even if the diplomacy fails, Joan of Arc is handed over to the British, and the mission goes back in despair, the French King's anger will only be vented on Youfu Ma.

I, Vulgar, are just a dwarf who is clumsy with words, and all failures are none of my business.

Don't underestimate these rude and clumsy-looking beards.If the dwarves really have low IQs, how can they monopolize the Italian coinage industry?

"Yes." After being reminded by Yo-Fu Ma, Volgar readily admitted, and then the conversation changed, "However, I really want to rescue Miss Jeanne."

His eyes were fascinated, staring at the ceiling, as if he saw an angel: "I was in Orleans last year. I saw with my own eyes how Mademoiselle Jeanne fought, and I saw her protect women, the old and the weak, and stop soldiers from bullying peddlers and prostitutes, Even willing to pray for a dead enemy! England's pointy ears call her a liar, a witch, so what? Mademoiselle Jeanne is a good man! A good man who is out of this damn world! Doesn't she deserve a good one? The end? Otherwise, how can I continue to believe in the Seven Saints..."

"I have a plan..." The dwarf grabbed Yoof Ma's hand. "You set fire to it at night. Taking advantage of the chaos, I will kill the tower and rescue Miss Jeanna."

Believe in you.

Yoo Fu ignored Volga's drunken remarks and dragged him back to his room like a sack.

Throwing the drunken dwarf on the bed, Mayoufu returned to his quarters.

When I first saw her, the girl's figure was like a reed swaying by the river in her hometown. She swayed all night, stirring his heart from time to time.

Big!greedy!

Well, since Joan of Arc must be rescued regardless of subjective or objective factors, whether for selfish reasons or noble causes, then it is necessary to know ourselves and others.

The enemy's advantage is already clear.So what's your advantage?

Ma Youfu took out a pen and paper on the desk and wrote down the words "Knowing History".

Yofu Ma learned from what he saw at tonight's banquet that the Duke of Burgundy in this world has not been altered by magic, and is not different from the historical image he knows, but he is a little older.

There are so many places that can work.

Youf Ma wrote Philip III's name on a piece of paper and then listed his information.

The duke, nicknamed "The Good Man", although not lacking in his due power and tactics, is a knight with classical heroism in his bones.

His biggest dream in his life was to lead the Crusaders to recover the Holy Land, and like the ancient Greek hero Jason, to go on a great adventure to the East.

Earlier this year, the Duke created the Knights of the Golden Fleece to celebrate his marriage to the Portuguese princess.The name is a reflection of his inner desire.

Philip III had little interest in the century-old relationship between Britain and France.The main reasons for his hostility to France were that his father's death had a lot to do with Charles VII, and the former Orleanist and Burgundian factions continued to this day.

But in the European aristocratic circle where fathers are filial and filial, what is the big deal about killing their fathers?

Chapter 3 The first step to rescue the saint

As long as there is enough exchange of interest, it is entirely feasible for Burgundy to switch allies from Britain to France.

In actual history, King Charles VII of France did just that. In 1435, the French King and the Duke of Burgundy signed the Treaty of Arras.By ceding Picardy and other conditions, the two sides reached a settlement and formed an anti-British alliance.Since then, the situation of the Hundred Years' War has been completely reversed, and the British can no longer maintain their dominance on the European continent.

After thinking about it, Youfu Ma already had a general idea of ​​how to rescue Joan of Arc.

It's just a matter of step-by-step implementation.

At this point, zero o'clock has arrived, and the time has come to November 11, and the system store has also been refreshed.

Linguistic experts (translators are always in demand. Effect: proficiency in European regional languages).Value: 50 administrative points.

Blasphemous Lover (Dear nun, want to feel the thrill and joy? Effect: High favorability modifier for female clergymen under 40).Value: 120 Diplomatic Points.

Extraordinary Ritual (I felt... power! Effect: Disposable item. Set foot on the path of a professional by offering a magic item).Value: 50 military points.

Looking at the new products, Yofu Ma had a flash of inspiration and found a way to open up the situation.He immediately spent all administrative points and bought the "Language Expert" feature.

The priority now is to meet the Duke of Burgundy.Since you can't see people through formal diplomatic channels, you can only save the country by curve.

Philip III was wealthy and was keen to patronize literature and the arts.In future generations, it is the father of the gold master who raised his hand in the search bar station and rewarded a golden alliance.

According to historical records, he likes to read novels - especially the kind with color.Here is the key point, it is to be tested in the "Senior Title Exam of the Holy Maiden Rescue"!

Don't think that reading color novels is a vulgar thing.In this era when most of the knights are illiterate, and they have to hire ghostwriters to write love letters to noble ladies, it is very elegant and elegant to watch color novels in a warm and comfortable palace.

"Okay, just do it!"

Yofu Ma poured himself a glass of red wine.

Grabbing the goblet, he drank the mellow and slightly sour liquor in one go.

Under the influence of alcohol, he was inspired, picked up a pen and scribbled on the paper the next line of the title: "Young Alfred Bentley".

……

Headache, nausea, stomach cramps.

The next morning, the shield dwarf struggled to endure the discomfort caused by the hangover and got up from the bed.

"Did I say something I shouldn't have said when I was drunk last night?" He was shocked, and hurriedly walked out with short legs and came to Yofu Ma's room.

After a quick knock, the door opened.

A dark-haired face emerged from the crack of the door.His facial features are balanced and coordinated, his eyes are clear and restrained, and he has a unique intellectual charm.

No wonder the unscrupulous Italian sluts from the Medici, Este, and Borgias wanted to crawl into his bed.

I just got a little dark under my eyes this morning.

"My oriental friend, haggard is already written on your face. Could it be that after I went back last night, you quietly brought back one or several ladies?"