Light Spirit Epic

At noon, Marseille Port, the port opened in front of a residence in about four streets.

"Is it here?" Arthur spurred the carriage, passing by in a low-key neighborhood near the mansion, and looking for a dark corner of the alley to stop and observe. The marshal should have arrived in Marseille not long ago, and all the materials were piled up in front of the mansion. The workers responsible for carrying the supplies ran to lunch, and the surrounding of the building seemed a bit deserted.

The characters such as Baron Gilles were not only monitored by the Masters Association, but even by the secret agents of the French dynasty. Arthur used his original identity to contact the person, and he would naturally be stared at by both forces.

The result, of course, is to use an eclectic scheme to make another person who is not easily noticeable to act as an errand.

"Oh..." Verne was amused by the fluff on his neck, and tried to hold his smile: "Here, is this really necessary?"

"Must." Arthur, wrapped the animal skin around Verne's neck. Now Verne is dressed as a slum child, wearing a worn cloth, the only valuable part of the body is the animal skin that shoulders the shoulder. He seems to be in line with the identity of the Orion's child, the hunter who hunt in the wild and then brings the prey to the market to sell. Because the hunters are busy buying and selling at the market, the children of the house will take the opportunity to sneak out and venture around the city. Even if such a child appears anywhere, it is a normal thing, and no one will be suspicious.

Arthur applied two layers of charcoal on Verne's face to help him "make up." This is done on the one hand to avoid the recognition of Verne's appearance, and on the other hand to make Verne more in line with his identity. After all, a leather child running around the city can't be too clean.

"It's good." Arthur also said: "The death of Jude is a great blow to Marshal Gilles. His current spirit is likely to be in a state of collapse. It is possible to do whatever he wants when he comes into contact with him. So you can't be close to a distance of less than five yards."

"So exaggerated? Even if he suddenly rushed to attack, I can slip away." Verne did not agree.

"Just just in case." Arthur added: "The time to contact him should be as short as possible. There are only two things you have to explain to him: First, Jude is still alive, in the hands of the church; [McKale] wants to get in touch with the [Saints's). After explaining these two things, I will quickly retreat."

"Understood. Hello!" Verne sneezed, and if Arthur didn't escape in time, he would be sprayed.

"You dirty little devil!" Knight Wang angered.

"I have any way! This fur makes me very itchy!" Verna licked his nose.

A few minutes later, a sneaky shadow wraped around the other side of the corner and sneaked over the wall into the house of the mansion. There were no guards in it, and Verne easily touched the mansion from the back door.

Arthur peeked out from the edge of the curtain hanging from the wagon carriage. He lowered the telescope and whispered, "Hyosung, you look at it in the past, just in case."

"Hey? It's stinking, my nose can't stand it," White Parrot complained.

"smelly?"

"The smell of the body. It came from the basement." Hyosung said.

Arthur frowned.

"Wang oh." Biddyville snarled. A gray-black shadow in the distance also got into the house from the hole in the wall. It seems that Biddiville has led his own Dai to protect Verne.

"No problem? Isn't your Dai is an ordinary wolf?" Arthur said.

"Wang." Bedyville replied briefly. This guy is too cautious, and the city is completely reluctant to speak.

"Does the white-haired uncle not join us?" Hyosung asked again.

"Ilan can't come. Even though Charles VII does not limit his freedom of movement, the guy will be closely monitored by the people of France. Convergence with him will only reveal our identity." Arthur said: "Worst case He can only be excluded from the battle."

"It’s not easy to play with the church. Shouldn’t you find a helper to find a helper?”

"The reason is this, but ------" Arthur raised the telescope again and shouted: "You have to see Merlin's way to help Elaine escape. Anyway, we can't intervene." "

At the same time, in the palace of Paris.

"Leo..." Elaine whispered half-awake.

"Who is Leo?" asked a voice.

"... eh?" Elaine opened his eyes slightly, feeling a sore body. He slept on the floor and had nothing to do with the wool carpet on the floor. He naturally slept with his body.

He found himself covered in sheets. He had a sticky feeling on his body, but he was relieved if he had not been invaded.

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"Are you awake?" Charles VII was sitting on a chair next to him, drinking black tea leisurely. From the look of his relaxed face, he seemed to have a good dream last night.

Elaine blushes from the ground and subconsciously entangles the body with the sheets: "Hey, squat... rude."

"Nothing is rude." Charles VII ate the cookies on the table. "Hey, he will go back to the palace. You will leave for an hour after you leave, go back to your house and pack your bags. The Vatican sent a message. The cardinal is riddled with black death and the condition is already in a hurry. If you need some medicine, you will go to the Vatican and treat the cardinal."

"Yes, but the group of thieves were not right, are going to Rome?" Elaine asked: "No, will they meet them again...?"

"The target of the group of thieves is Joan of Arc, forgive them not to act on the cardinal. You have the Pope Knights protection when you are in the Vatican, but 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. Even if the thieves are stupid, they will not kill you. In short, let's go. France may become turbulent, and then there will be no way. Protect you."

Elaine squinted and his expression became complicated. Charles VII, who has always been selfish, accidentally made a decision that did not fit his character. Isn't there any trap?

"Then, let go." After the king finished the black tea, he left the room and strode away.

After Charles VII left, Elaine dared to get up and take his clothes.

"Is the cardinal student, is it true?" He noticed the crow at the window and whispered.

"It's true. The Holy See knows your existence and specially spends money on Charlie VII." Merlin replied: "You don't have to worry about anything. You can go to Rome according to the arrangement. I will find a way for you and your majesty to meet." ""

"Okay, okay..." Elaine groaned: "The research and research here is only half done..."

"In any case, it is useless," Merlin criticized. "The black death of this era cannot be treated by normal means. Your blood is the only antidote. It is not good to find the cure for the Black Death, which will interfere. The course of history."

Elaine complained a few words at the volume that Merlin couldn't hear, and endured the sticky and versatile clothes.

The temperature in June began to get hot, the most serious period of black death in Europe in a year. How many thousands of people will die in Europe this year because of this terrible disease? Only those with high weight and rich assets can be healed, and the poor will be killed if they are infected with the disease. This is contrary to Elaine’s original intention, and he feels more and more suffocated.

Marseille Port, the residence of Grand Marshal Gilles.

Verne quietly pushed open the back door of the kitchen, and then walked through the unmanned kitchen from a table with a variety of kitchen utensils and spices, carefully moving in the direction of the hall.

From now on, I can hear the sound coming from the second floor. It seems that the sound of heavy objects on some kind of soft things has an unknown feeling. Verne felt very sensitive and naturally noticed the danger and began to get nervous. A shadow swam behind him, and Verne was alertly lifting his light arrow and turning his head.

"Wang?" appeared behind Verne is a wolf, black, full body hair shiny little wolf howling. It is waiting for Verne with big red eyes and it seems that there is no hostility.

"You are... the big dog sent to protect me?" Verna sighed with relief: "Don't be scary."

"Wang." The little wolf casually licked his neck with his hind paw.

"Forget it. Then you will come." Verne put away the weapon and continued to explore. He was nervous, and he felt relaxed because he had a small follow-up. ‘

Hey, hey, hey. As Verne continued to explore along the stairs, the sound of the heavy objects on the upper floor was getting louder and louder. It was from a room on the second floor. The teenager then crept through the corridor and approached the noisy room, and the little wolf behind him also crept, and the movements of the two little guys were a bit funny.

"吱------" The wooden door was pushed open, and because of the old words, it seems that no matter how light the force is pushed, there will always be a small noise. Verne also gave up keeping a low profile, and glanced at the room while pushing the door in.

"...is the Grand Marshal Gilles?" the young boy whispered.

There is a shadow at the end of the dark room. But the other party did not answer Verne, but continued to do things. He raised his weapon like a hatchet and fell to something on the table. There are dark red things splashing out.

Verne frowned. His eyesight was excellent. Naturally, he could see what the red thing was splashing. He naturally knew that the other party had no hesitation in dissolving the red-hot thing. How can it be mad?

"Come on." The thin man stopped his work and turned slowly.

He was wearing a black robes and his eyes were so deep that his eyes were so deep. His long hair was fluffy and messy, and the long beard on his chest shone with the strange metallic blue left by alchemy.

He exudes an evil atmosphere from head to toe, like a black wizard.

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