Continental Warriors Yoo Ma

"Come in." Youfu Ma heard the yin and yang in the other party's words, but he didn't care.

After entering the door, Volga sniffed hard, making sure there was no strange smell, and looked at Yofu Ma suspiciously.

"I'm not the bearded guy who wants to use force to save people after he's drunk." Youfu Ma picked up a stack of manuscripts and snapped it, "I stayed up late to write something. You know, creating is the most expensive thing to do. It's a matter of energy, so I look a little haggard. But it's all worth it, because this is the key to rescuing Mademoiselle Jeanne."

"Writing a novel? Oriental, I admit that you speak French very well. But..." The shield dwarf shook his head and looked at Yofu Ma suspiciously.

The former main language talent of this body is very good.In just a few months, he became proficient in French and Italian, and was able to read complex and professional paper documents.

However, it is another matter to express exactly what you want in a non-native language, and to be pleasing to the eyes and to give the reader a good experience.

This requires decades of learning and accumulation.

Of course, Yoof Ma would not tell the dwarf that after purchasing the "Language Expert" ability, he immediately had a senior translator-level writing level, and the quill in his hand became agile and quick. The standard is translated into French and falls on paper.

Otherwise, he would not be very confident at this time.

"Trust me, Volgar. All you have to do now is take out your private money."

"What?" The shield dwarf subconsciously covered his pocket.

"bribe!"

The cash on Ma Youfu's body was only more than 100 Denier silver coins.It is enough to maintain daily life, but if it is used for bribery, it is not flattery but humiliation.

This dwarf, thick on the outside and thin on the inside, must have an emergency fund.Since he told the truth after drinking last night and expressed his true intention to rescue Joan of Arc, don't blame Yofu Ma for taking advantage of this.

Sure enough, as Ma Youfu expected.Although Volga was reluctant, he finally took out ten Ducat gold coins.

"Okay, my friend. While I'm away, you can go and find out about the English, or drown happily in the ale."

The dwarf was still muttering, Yofu Ma had already gone out and went straight to the main building of the palace.

On the third floor, there is a parlour managed by the Reverend Jean Milot, secretary to the duke.This gentleman is a writer, translator, scribe, and is also responsible for receiving and recommending talented literary and artistic people for the Duke.

The ten ducats on hand are spent on this priest, which is the most efficient.

Walking into the living room, you will be greeted by the gorgeous tapestries on the wall - this is the favorite decoration style of the medieval nobles.

But the furniture placed in the hall is a bit 18th century Rococo style.

The crowd gathered in the room, although the clothes are very "European modern" at first glance, it is impossible to tell which era is the dress.

Magical world, mix and match style.

But that's a good thing.If the male aristocrats really wore the silk stockings that were popular in the 15th century and the cloth pockets that highlighted the crotch, Ma Youfu felt that every day he woke up, he would have the urge to poke his eyes out.

Bards, painters, writers, sculptors... all kinds of practitioners related to culture and art, gathered in the room and stared at the blue-robed, middle-aged and bald priest Milot with eager eyes.

This scene reminded Yo-Fu Ma of the palace maids in the Huaxia harem who looked forward to being ripped off every day.

Well, this seems to have hacked myself into it.

At this time, Pastor Milot was talking to a gloomy old man.

The old man was wearing a priest's robe and a small round hat like a melon rind. His whole body was red. His French was not very standard, and he had a Wessex accent.

"Cardinal. British." Yofu Ma made a decision in his heart.

The old man in red didn't seem to be in a good mood, and he seemed very impatient when he raised his hands.He speaks faster and faster, like a storm.

But the fat pastor Milot handled it with ease, using all sorts of invisible official accents to deal with it.

Yofu Ma stood in the corner and waited patiently.Suddenly someone came over: "Good morning, Mr. Ma Youfu. Do you remember me?"

This warm and cheerful Castilian who seems to make people feel the bright sunshine of Ibiza is named Pedro Hernandez de Billy Venbrales.

He is also a fourth-tier historical celebrity, having written a famous knight novel "The Sun Knight".

Of course, this novel has nothing to do with a very difficult fire-passing game in later generations, it is just a medieval heroic adventure story with strong religious elements.

The two met at a banquet last night.After drinking a few glasses of ale, Pedro began to pour out a lot of bitterness, and his chivalrous novels, which he worked so hard to create, were not appreciated in France, and he was unhappy.

With the further development of the commodity economy, in the more prosperous regions such as France and Italy, the popular knight literature in the Middle Ages has gradually become outdated and replaced by citizen literature.However, in Iberia, the movement of reconquest was in full swing, and those knights who roared and fought infidels were still the perfect heroic image in people's minds.

So in Castile and Aragon, the chivalrous novel is still the mainstream of literature.

In the future period of the Spanish Habsburg dynasty, the rulers, because of the needs of colonization and war, trumpeted chivalry such as dedication, piety, and sacrifice, and this kind of novels will continue to proliferate.

Until someone couldn't take it anymore and slammed into the office: "The state is difficult and the people are in hardship. You reactionary literati are still here with bad money to write mindless and cool essays. No, I'm going to write anti-routine essays and slap you in the face!"

This man is Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra.He wrote a novel called Don Quixote.

"Mr. Pedro, how could I forget such a talented writer as you?" Yofu Ma greeted warmly.

Seeing Yofu Ma holding the manuscript in his hand, Pedro smiled and said, "Mr. Yofu Ma, are you also interested in literary creation? It's a great challenge for someone who has only studied French for a few months. I'm willing to give pointers. You write skills, and revise the article. Of course, you need to pay a certain amount. As a result of generosity and kindness, I can review part of the manuscript for free."

He pointed to Yofu Ma's hand: "Is it okay?"

From Pedro's point of view, it is a very kind behavior for a writer like him, who has published best-selling novels, to be willing to give advice to a new writer who has only been learning the language for a few months.

"Thank you for your kindness, no need." Youfu Ma politely declined.

"Okay, this is your loss." Pedro lost the opportunity to make extra money, his interest was a little low, and he ignored Ma Youfu.

Chapter 4 Duke's Night Reading

At this point, Pastor Milot's conversation ended.He found Yofu Ma who was waiting in the crowd, and greeted him: "Oh, Mr. Seris, what a rare guest. Your name has been mentioned from Provence to Naples. Please come here."

Yofu Ma got up and said goodbye to Pedro.

The Castilian writer looked at Yofu Ma's back as he got up, with expressions of envy, jealousy, and unwillingness on his face: "It was obviously me first... Why did Pastor Milot meet this oriental person first? This kind of writing novice, or Whether a foreigner can write a complete sentence is a problem, the noble duke, it is impossible to like this kind of rubbish!"

If Pedro knew the Chinese language, he would certainly have scolded "foreigners and foreigners" at this time.

Orientals are also foreign, so there is nothing wrong with them.

Under the jealous eyes of others, Yoof Ma came to Pastor Milot.After some greetings, the pastor smiled and said: "You amaze me, Oriental. I didn't expect your French to be so standard. In contrast, the bishop who has worked in the Diocese of Beauvin for many years still sounds like a vulgar Kang. Farmer Wall."

"The one who left just now is Bishop Bowen?"

Yofu Ma has a number in his mind.

Peter Cauhon, bishop of Beauvin in previous life history, played a very active role after Joan of Arc was captured.It was under his series of operations and coercion that Joan of Arc was handed over to England.

The appearance of this guy shows that the English and the Burgundians are not far from reaching a final deal.

Time is pulling Yoof Ma farther and farther away.

"Why did Bishop Beauvin appear here? Could it be that he also wrote a novel and wanted to dedicate it to the Duke?" Yofu Ma tentatively asked.

"He wants to meet the Duke as soon as possible and ask me for help. But I'm only in charge of literature, art, and music, and I don't want to get involved in those complicated politics."

"Is the Duke busy?"

"Yes. It's not easy to manage a huge and rich principality." He helplessly spread his hands, and immediately saw the manuscript in Yo-Fu Ma's hand.

"Mr. Yoof Ma, I didn't expect you to be interested in creating literary works. I remember that you have only lived in Europe for less than half a year, right?" Pastor Milot glanced at the manuscript in Yof Ma's hand.The implication is obvious: I don't trust your foreigner's language level.

"I've always learned new languages ​​very quickly. This is a novel I created based on my travels and my experience living in Serris. I've only written Chapter 1 so far. I think His Excellency the Duke may be interested in it after his busy work." Read it." Ma Youfu explained lightly and handed over the manuscript.

After Pastor Milot took over the manuscript, he found that there were some round and hard things in the paper.He understood, turned sideways, and covered his eyes and ears with a large robe.

Jingle Jingle, the golden little things are in the bag, and the pastor is satisfied.

"The Duke must be very interested in the novels written by Oriental scholars. Don't worry, Mr. Ma Yofu, I will make it appear in the most conspicuous place on the Duke's desk." Under the magic of money, Milot immediately changed his face.

"Thank you so much, pastor."

Youfu Ma nodded his thanks and left the living room.

After an unknown amount of time, Milot finally called out Pedro's name.He took his manuscript and gave it to the other party with confidence.

Milot just glanced at it and threw it into a pile of manuscripts: "After I read it, if I find it valuable, I will recommend it to the Duke."

It's a routine cliché.

Pedro knew Milot's greedy style.It's a pity that all his money is spent on those noble ladies, and he can't take gold coins as a bribe.

The writer was unwilling, and felt that his masterpiece would be buried for other reasons.He glanced at the table and found that a manuscript was neatly placed in front of him by Pastor Milot, which was very different from the other manuscripts that were piled up casually.

He pointed to the manuscript: "Mr. Pastor, can I take a look?"

"Yes, but be careful not to break it. And don't try to copy other people's ideas." Pastor Milot reminded.

"Am I Pedro that kind of person?"

Feeling insulted, Pedro picked up the manuscript with a face full of resentment.

"Written by that Seris? Hmph, Milot doesn't know how much he charged to recommend this kind of layman's stuff to the duke..." He thought to himself, and read line by line.

Soon, Pedro's face was flushed, his lips were dry, and his Adam's apple kept squirming.After reading two more pages, he began to keep adjusting his stance, his body arched slightly, as if to hide the awkward change in a certain part.

In the end, Pedro simply sat down and read the manuscript in one breath, pretending to be calm.

He returned the manuscript to Milot with an expression that was indescribable.

For a long time, most of the love affairs between men and women in mainstream knight novels happened between knights and noble ladies.Although this is a taboo feeling with tauren elements, it is a spiritual love that is purely Platonic.This contradictory story is formed by the conflicting and blending of religious moral precepts and the pursuit of freedom of human nature, and further promotes the fashion of the chivalrous class to adore ladies.

However, with the development of the economy and the emancipation of the mind, some writers began to abandon this kind of schizophrenic and elegant love story. The knight and the lady no longer talked about 10,000+ words of love but did not hold hands. In-depth "communication".

Duke Philip enjoyed reading this novel of color.

Pedro sees it as deviant.

However, when Youfu Ma released a localized version of the famous color novel of later generations, it hit Pedro's cognition like a dimensional blow.

Do you Seris know how to play like that?What kind of pose is this?What multiplayer sport is this?

What a taboo this is!What a mess!What a sinking!What a thrill!

Pedro was in a mixed mood.He wanted to spurn this kind of words written purely to stimulate desire, and felt that there was a door to a new world, exuding pink light, slowly opening.

……

Philip III, 44, is the Duke.I don't have any special hobbies, but I am reading novels.

In the evening, the tall and thin man returned to his bedroom with a tired face.

Governing the vast territory from the Lowlands to the Romanties is no easy task.The trade disputes in Amsterdam, the strikes in the textile mills, the outlaws of the country nobility...everything is irritating.Also, the most frustrating war.

Especially in recent months, since Jeanne Duck was captured, undercurrents have been surging beneath the serene appearance of the Principality.No matter which party it is, they all want to get the most benefit from that woman's transaction.

He didn't want to give Jeanne Duck to his nemesis, Charles VII, and he didn't trust the wicked English.Like him, the Count of Luxembourg, who has the right to dispose of prisoners, has other ideas and does not obey orders.

It's really troublesome.

The duke took off his gorgeous silk shirt and all kinds of golden ornaments, wearing only a loose nightgown, and sat down at the desk.