In fact, with Arthur's skills, he could sneak attack on Charles VII from the beginning and instantly subdue the unarmed and flawless French king. But he couldn't take any risks. After all, he was deep in the palace, and he would definitely die if he missed it. It may implicate Elaine.
He chose to wait for Elaine's signal, and chose to kidnap the French king at the moment when Charles VII planned to attack Elaine and had the most flaws.
The result, of course, was success in one fell swoop.
"Don't move." Arthur pressed the sharp knife against the French King's neck harder: "
If you scream, I'll cut your neck.
If you turn around and look at me, I'll cut your neck.
I'll cut your neck even if I move.
Speak before I allow you to speak, and I will cut your neck."
Simple, clear, and unreasonable series of orders can bring huge psychological pressure to the other party. The famously timid Charles VII was so shocked by King Arthur's aura that he was stunned for ten seconds, and his body Not a single thread was moved at all.
"Okay. Now you can speak. First, look up at the doctor over there." Arthur said viciously. Naturally, his appearance and voice had been concealed by illusions. The voice that the king heard was more real than Arthur's. His voice was much deeper. Even if Charles VII dared to look back at Arthur at this time, what he would see would be an ordinary face, the kind of face that he saw on the road and would forget all about when he turned around. A clean face for passers-by.
"Well...!" Elaine was kicked to the ground and landed on the carpet two yards away from the bed. His clothes were in a mess and almost fell off. He began to foam at the mouth and even rolled his eyes.
Elaine grabbed her chest and cried out in pain: "It's so... so painful! Give me... the antidote!"
The acting skills were a little exaggerated, but for Elaine, they were already excellent. He had practiced it countless times before, and it was to the extent that he could make Xiaoxing who was watching laugh out loud again and again.
"Is it highly poisonous?" Charles VII believed it as a matter of course.
"Well, I made him take the delayed-onset poison before you came." Arthur said: "You seem to be very fond of this boy, Your Majesty the King? Then you will definitely not be happy to see him die in front of you. ?"
Arthur stretched out his other hand from behind the King of France, crossed the other person's shoulder, and handed it to Charles VII. He opened his palm, and in his palm was a small bag of medicinal powder: "The antidote is here. If he gets it within a quarter of an hour, If he takes it, he will be saved."
"What do you want?" Charles VII asked coldly: "Are you an assassin sent by the British? No. If you wanted to assassinate me, you would have done it long ago. Are you here to ask for money?"
"No. Just a piece of information is enough." Arthur said, "Where is Joan of Arc?"
"Huh. Are you really from the [Saint Sect]?" The king sneered: "But I'm sorry, Joan of Arc is no longer in France. The real Joan of Arc was brought to Rome long before the public trial. Holy See, come to the Pope’s side.”
"So you sold the heroine who saved the country to the church for a little profit." Arthur criticized without emotion: "What a selfish decision."
"Humph, what do you know." Charles VII sneered proudly: "The church spent 700,000 gold coins to buy her away, and promised to fully ensure the prosperity of France in the next three hundred years. This is something I absolutely cannot refuse. With the generous conditions, everything I did was for this country and the people of France. And Joan of Arc? That stupid woman didn’t know how to appreciate praise and even refused the noble status I gave her! How could such a person survive in the new France? Must she go down? She will only become a stumbling block to the country’s development! It’s time for her to disappear from history forever!”
The King of Knights frowned. Although what Charles VII said was unpleasant, Arthur had to admit that part of it was right. In the next new era, there will be no place for Joan of Arc. Greenville
She is an extremely stubborn girl, but she is not stupid. When she realizes this indisputable fact, maybe she is finally willing to let go of her temporary identity as [Joan of Arc] and go back with Arthur?
The key point is to find Joan of Arc first. The original three possibilities have been reduced to one. Arthur only needs to follow this clue and go to Rome. Although that also means becoming an enemy of the church, the road ahead must be extremely dangerous.
"Okay." Arthur threw the bag of "antidote" out, and it happened to fall next to Elaine.
"It's the antidote, take it quickly, Geoffrey!" Charles VII shouted, fearing that Elaine wouldn't notice.
"The sound is too loud." Arthur pushed the dagger against the French King's neck half an inch deeper. The sharp dagger cut the skin on Charles VII's neck, causing a little bright red to ooze from there. Charles VII
So I calmed down.
"Hmm... ah ah ah ah..." Elaine, who had a strong desire to survive, was trying her best to perform, rolling her eyes and groping around on the ground. It was not easy.
He grabbed the bag of "antidote" and stuffed the bag into his mouth.
"Don't choke to death." Arthur snorted.
"Uh, cough, cough, cough, cough!" Elaine acted in a decent manner, spitting out the bag of antidote, and then pretending to be in pain and twitching on the ground. There was a deep wound in his lower body.
Color spreads on the carpet.
"Is that the antidote?" Charles VII couldn't help but ask doubtfully.
"Detoxification also takes time. He will recover in half a moment." Arthur said: "Now, I have to evacuate here. No one is allowed to chase me, no notices are allowed to the Holy See, no notices are allowed to us.
His actions cause trouble."
"...What if I refuse?"
"Since my organization has the ability to let me sneak into your palace, it will naturally have the ability to sneak into Mr. Cole's home, which is much weaker than the palace." Arthur threatened: "The little fat guy you care about will be killed. And it's not simple.
He will be poisoned. The people in our organization will use the most cruel methods to cut off his body piece by piece, and send a piece to the door of your palace every day until there is no flesh left on his body. Don't think you can protect him, he
There is absolutely no escape."
"I will put him under house arrest in the dungeon from today." Charles VII said coldly: "No one can reach the most heavily guarded dungeon."
Arthur sneered: "You can try to hide him, Your Majesty. Then you will find that the entire French nobles are plagued by the Black Death, and every noble needs this doctor's treatment. If you hide him, your country will be
will perish."
"You can't do it," the King of France said disdainfully.
"Want to make a bet?" Arthur put away the dagger at the opponent's neck and passed by King Charles VII in a grand manner. He turned his back to the king and walked forward, stepping over Elaine who was struggling on the ground, and kept pushing.
Go out the door.
As for Charles VII, he didn't even dare to catch up and look at Arthur's face.
As soon as Arthur left the tower, he activated his illusion spell, and walked out of the palace without being noticed by the guards. Even without the illusion spell, the clothes he was wearing as a physician's assistant prepared by the palace for him were enough to allow him to pass through.
No more obstacles.
Elaine lay on the ground pretending to twitch, and gradually slowed down his movements as time passed. After the intruder completely left, Charles VII started to move, approached Elaine and asked: "Are you okay?"
"
"Yes, it's a little numb..." Elaine gasped and replied: "Your Majesty, don't let that person go! Go and chase him!"
"No, let him go." The French King said calmly: "That fool plans to find trouble with the church, and he will definitely suffer a lot. Even if I mobilize the entire French army, I may not be able to fight.
Win the Pontifical Knights of the Vatican."
"How, how could...!" Elaine said hypocritically: "His Majesty's army, the army is obviously invincible!"
"No matter how invincible the army is, they are just ordinary people. Human beings have their limits." The king said: "But those madmen of the Papal Knights have given up on being human. They use various strange drugs and surgeries to transform themselves, and even interact with angels.
Make a contract and use all kinds of strange spells------Oh no, [Miracle]. No one would want to fight with that kind of lunatic group."
Charles VII sneered: "That idiot wants Joan of Arc, so let him provoke the church. Maybe his fearless struggle can weaken the power of the church to a certain extent? Anyway, we have no talent here.
It's so advantageous that you can use the [Saint's Faction] to cause the Papal Knights to lose one or two knights, and you can actually get rid of the [Saint's Faction]. It's like killing two birds with one stone."
Elaine was silent for a while.
The king glanced at the dark puddle on the carpet on Elaine's lower body: "You are such a dirty kid. Can you get up by yourself?"
"Still...can't move..." Elaine said deliberately. He was dirty and paralyzed on the ground, so the other party should have lost interest in him, right?
"Really? But I can't carry you as big as you. What should I do?" But Charles VII walked to the table nearby and blew out the lamp. The room was instantly shrouded in darkness.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty?" Through the moonlight, Elaine vaguely saw a figure approaching. He had a bad feeling.
"Don't let a mouse sweep away our elegance, it's still growing tonight. Oh, Geoffrey, do you know that your dirty look is more sexy?" One hand caressed Elaine's face, "We
Let’s play something dirtier."
"Hey...!" Elaine trembled all over. No, I'm going to be ------
Boom. At the critical moment, there was a sound of something falling to the ground. Charles VII seemed not to continue approaching, and just fell in front of Elaine.
Elaine wanted to get up to see what was going on, but a crow shadow passed by outside the window and said: "Lie down and don't move. Just lie like this until tomorrow morning."
"Ha ha?"
"I used Harry's ability to make him fall into a dream," Merlin's voice sounded low in the darkness, "but what he did to you in the dream must be reconciled with reality, and he cannot be suspicious. It's okay,
Just fool around with it like before. That was a dream I specially made for him. After experiencing that, he will be even more obsessed with you."
Elaine swallowed.
"No, it's not a big deal... Anyway, this, this is not my real body. Everything is... so that Queen Greenville can go back smoothly..." He
He comforted himself, enduring the great nausea, and did as Merlin told him.
Once he left the palace through the back door, Arthur walked quickly towards the city, and his figure soon disappeared into the darkness of the alley.
"It looks like it was quite successful." A white parrot landed on Arthur's shoulder. As soon as it landed, he asked: "What should the doctor do? What should we do next?"
"Elaine will be fine." The knight said: "When we complete the rendezvous with Bedi and the others tomorrow, we will go to Rome immediately. Joan of Arc is in the hands of the Pope."
"Are you really going to find trouble with the church?"
Oh? It’s a pity that if you are the enemy of the Papal Knights, even uncle you can’t win.”
"I will think of a way." Arthur said lightly.
Xiaoxing's judgment is very accurate. Even in his heyday, Arthur may not be able to fight the entire Papal Knights. Even if Bedivere and Xiaoxing are added, it cannot balance such a huge gap in combat power. This is a war.
.The so-called war is a group of people fighting against another group of people, and the numbers must be equal to win. Arthur's military strength is now absolutely insufficient. Unless troops can be borrowed from other places, this battle will only be an egg against a stone.
By the way. Charles VII mentioned an interesting name just now, which may be used as a bargaining chip.
[Saint Faction] ------As the name suggests, supporters of Joan of Arc. (To be continued)