Noon, Marseille Port, in front of a mansion about four streets outside the port.
"Is this here?" Arthur drove the carriage and passed by the mansion in a low-key manner. He found a dark corner of the alley to stop and observe. The marshal must have arrived in Marseille not long ago. All supplies were still piled up in front of the mansion.
After being sorted out, the workers responsible for transporting supplies went to have lunch, and the area around the mansion seemed a bit deserted.
People like Baron Giles are not only monitored by the Mages Association, but also by spies from the French Dynasty. If Arthur uses his original identity as Mou Ran to contact this person, he will naturally be targeted by both forces at the same time.
The result, of course, is a compromise solution in which another person, who is not easily visible, acts as the errand boy.
"Hehehehe..." Verne was amused by the fluff on his neck and wanted to laugh, but he was trying to hold back his laughter: "Is this thing really necessary?"
"Must." Arthur said, wrapping the animal skin around Verne's neck. Now Verne was disguised as a child from the slums, wearing shabby cloth, and the only valuable part of his body was the animal that served as a shoulder pad.
He looks like a child of an Orion family--the kind of hunter who hunts in the wild and then brings his prey to the market to sell for money. Because the Orion is busy buying and selling in the market to make money, the child of the family.
He took the opportunity to sneak out and adventure around the city. It was normal for such a child to appear anywhere, and no one would be suspicious.
Arthur applied two layers of charcoal ash to Verne's face to help him "make up". This was done on the one hand to prevent people from recognizing Verne's appearance, and on the other hand it was also to make Verne more in line with his appearance.
The identity he plays... After all, a kid running around in the city can't be too clean.
"Very good." Arthur ordered again: "The death of Joan of Arc has dealt a great blow to Marshal Giles. His current mental state is probably in a state of collapse. No matter what you do when you come into contact with him, it is possible."
So you must not be approached closer than five yards by him."
"So exaggerated? Even if he suddenly pounces and attacks, I can still escape." Verne said disapprovingly.
"Just in case." Arthur added: "The time you have to contact him should be as short as possible. There are only two things you have to explain to him: first, Joan of Arc is still alive and in the hands of the church; second,
[Michael] wants to get in touch with the people of the [Holy Maiden Sect]. After explaining these two things, retreat as soon as possible."
"Got it. Sneeze!" Verne sneezed, and if Arthur didn't avoid it in time, he would be sprayed in the face.
"You dirty little brat!" the King of Knights said angrily.
"What can I do! This fur makes me itchy!" Verne rubbed his nose.
A few minutes later, a sneaky shadow came around from the other side of the alley, climbed over the wall and entered the mansion's courtyard secretly. There were no guards guarding it, so Verne easily entered the mansion through the back door.
Arthur peeked at the situation outside from the edge of the curtain hanging from the carriage carriage. He put down the telescope and whispered: "Xiaoxing, you should also come and take a look, just in case."
"Huh? It's smelly in there. My nose can't stand it." The white parrot complained.
"Smelly?"
"The smell of corpses comes from the basement," Xiaoxing said.
Arthur frowned.
"Wow." Bedivere shouted at the side. A gray-black shadow in the distance also entered the house through the hole in the wall. It seemed that Bedivere sent his family members to protect Verne.
"Isn't it a problem? Aren't your families just ordinary wolves?" Arthur then said.
"Wow." Bedivere replied briefly. This guy was too cautious, and the city was completely unwilling to speak.
"By the way, won't that white-haired uncle join us?" Xiaoxing asked again.
"Elaine can't come. Even if Charles VII doesn't restrict his freedom of movement, that guy will be closely monitored by the French. Joining him will only expose our identity." Arthur said: "In the worst case scenario
We can only exclude him from the fighting force."
"It's not easy to fight against the church. Shouldn't we be able to find just one more helper?"
"That's the truth, but ------" Arthur raised the telescope to observe again, and murmured at the same time: "It depends on Merlin if there is any way to help Elaine escape. Anyway, we can't interfere with things over there."
"
At the same time, inside the royal palace in Paris.
"Leo..." Elaine whispered, half asleep.
"Who is Leo?" a voice asked.
"...Huh?" Elaine opened his eyes slightly and felt a pain in his body. He lay on the floor and slept for a while. There was nothing on the floor except the wool carpet. Naturally, he felt tired all over from sleeping.
pain.
He found that he was covered with a sheet. There was a sticky feeling on his body, but there was no sign of being invaded. He breathed a sigh of relief.
"Are you awake?" Charles VII was sitting on a chair nearby, drinking black tea leisurely. Judging from the relaxed and carefree expression on his face, he seemed to have had a good dream last night.
Elaine got up from the ground with a red face and subconsciously wrapped the sheet around her body: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty... I'm sorry."
"There's nothing to be rude about." Charles VII ate the cookies on the table nonchalantly, "I'm going back to the palace soon. You don't leave until an hour after I leave, and go back to your home to pack your luggage. News came from the Vatican
, the cardinal is plagued by the Black Death and his condition is critical. After you pack the necessary medicines, rush to the Vatican to treat the cardinal."
"But, those thieves were not upright and were going to Rome?" Elaine asked, "No, will we meet them again...?"
"The target of that group of thieves is Joan of Arc. I'm afraid they don't dare to take action against the Cardinal. When you stay in the Vatican, you are protected by the Papal Knights, which is the safest." The king said: "You are the only one in the world.
A witch doctor who has a way to cure the Black Death. No matter how stupid those little thieves are, they won’t kill you. Anyway, let’s go. France may become turbulent, and I won’t be able to do anything about it then.
Protect you."
Elaine narrowed her eyes and her expression became complicated. Charles VII, who had always been selfish, unexpectedly made a decision that was not in line with his character. Could there be some trap?
"Then, farewell." After the king finished drinking the black tea, he left the table and strode away.
After Charles VII left, Elaine dared to get up and go get his clothes.
"Cardinal, is it true that you are sick?" He noticed the shadow of the crow by the window and asked in a low voice.
"It's true. The Holy See knows your existence and specially spent money to borrow people from Charles VII." Merlin replied: "You don't have to worry about anything. Just rush to Rome according to the arrangement. I will find a way for you to join His Majesty and the others."
."
"Okay, okay..." Elaine groaned: "The research here is obviously only half done..."
"It's all useless work anyway," Merlin criticized: "The Black Death in this era cannot be treated by normal means. Your blood is the only antidote. It is not good for you to find a cure for the Black Death. It will interfere with
The process of history."
Elaine then complained a few words at a volume that Merlin couldn't hear, endured the stickiness all over her body and changed into clothes.
The temperature in June begins to get hotter, which is the time of year when the Black Death breaks out the most in Europe. How many thousands of people will die from this terrible disease in Europe this year? Only those with high authority will
, only those with rich assets can be cured, while the poor will surely die if they contract the disease------this went against Elaine's original intention, and made him feel more and more suffocated who could not let go.
Port of Marseille, inside the residence of Generalissimo Gilles.
Verne quietly opened the back door of the kitchen, then walked around a table filled with various kitchen utensils and spices from the deserted kitchen, and moved cautiously towards the hall.
From just now, I could vaguely hear a sound coming from the second floor. It seemed to be the sound of a heavy object hitting something soft. It had an ominous feeling. Verne's senses were very keen, and he was naturally aware of the danger.
He began to become nervous. A shadow wandered behind him, so Verne alertly raised his light crossbow and turned his head to aim.
"Woof?" Appeared behind Verne was a wolf, a black wolf cub with shiny hair. It was waiting for Verne to look at it with its big red eyes, and it seemed that it had no hostility.
"Are you...that big dog sent to protect me?" Verne breathed a sigh of relief: "Don't be scary."
"Wow." The little wolf scratched its neck with the soles of its hind paws nonchalantly.
"Forget it. Then you can follow." Verne put away his weapon and continued to explore forward. He was originally nervous, but he felt a lot more relaxed because he had a little follower behind him.'
Boom, boom, boom. As Verne kept groping up the stairs, the sound of the heavy object hitting things upstairs became louder and louder. It came from a room on the second floor, so the young man crept through.
The corridor is close to the noisy room, and the little wolf behind him is also following on tiptoe. The movements of the two little guys are a bit funny.
"Creak------" The wooden door was pushed open, and because of the old saying, it seemed that no matter how lightly you pushed it, there would always be a little noise. Verne also gave up keeping a low profile and pushed
As he entered the door, he glanced around the room.
"...Is it Generalissimo Gilles?" the young man asked in a low voice.
There was a figure at the end of the dark room. But the other person did not answer Verne, but continued what he was doing. He raised the weapon like a hatchet in his hand and smashed something on the table. There was a dark red
Things splattered out.
Verne frowned. His eyesight was very good. He could naturally see what the red thing was. He also knew how crazy the other party could be when he disintegrated the red thing without any hesitation.
"Are you here?" The thin man stopped what he was doing and turned around slowly.
He was wearing a dark robe with a bright red body, and his eyes were sunken and had deep bags. His long hair was fluffy and messy, and his chest-length beard vaguely shone with the weird metallic blue color left by alchemy.
He exuded an evil aura from head to toe, like a dark wizard. (To be continued)