Light Spirit Epic Chapter 2712: 0 years of loneliness (9)

Chapter 2712 A hundred years of loneliness (nine)

At noon, in the port of Marseille, in front of a mansion about four streets away from the port.

"Is this right?" Arthur drove the carriage, passed by the mansion in a low-key manner, and stopped in a dark corner of the alley to observe. The marshal should have arrived in Marseille not long ago, and all the supplies were piled up in front of the mansion, which could not be sorted out. The workers in charge of carrying the supplies went to have lunch, and the surroundings of the mansion seemed a little deserted.

Characters like Baron Gilles were watched not only by the Society of Mages, but even by spies from the French dynasty. When Arthur used his original identity to contact this person, he would naturally be targeted by both forces at the same time.

The result, of course, is a compromise, with another less-obvious person serving as an errand.

"Hehehe..." Verne was made to laugh by the fluff on his neck, and tried to hold back his laughter: "Is this thing really necessary?"

"Must." Arthur said, wrapping the hide around Verne's neck. Now Verne is disguised as a slum child, wearing a shabby cloth, and the only valuable part of his body is the animal skin that is the shoulder pad. He looked like the child of a hunter's family - the hunter who hunted in the wild and brought it to the market to sell for money. Because Orion was busy buying and selling at the market to make money, the family's skin children took the opportunity to sneak out and venture around the city. Even if such a child appears anywhere, it is a common thing, and no one will be suspicious.

Arthur added two coats of charcoal to Verne's face to help him "make up". This is on the one hand to prevent people from recognizing Verne's appearance, and on the other hand to make Verne more in line with the identity he plays. After all, a skinny kid running around the city can't be too clean.

"Very good." Arthur said again: "Joan of Arc's death has dealt a great blow to Marshal Gilles, and his current spirit is likely to be in a state of collapse. No matter what you do when you come into contact with him, there is always a chance. Possibly. So you must never be approached by him less than five yards away."

"So exaggerated? Even if he suddenly pounces and attacks, I can get away." Verne said disapprovingly.

"Just in case." Arthur added: "Contact with him as short as possible. There are only two things you have to explain to him: One, Joan of Arc is still alive and in the hands of the church. ; Second, [Michael] wants to get in touch with the people of [Saint Maiden]. After explaining these two matters, retreat as soon as possible."

"Understood. Sneeze!" Verne sneezed, and Arthur would have been slapped in the face if he didn't dodge in time.

"You dirty brat!" said the King of Knights 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, sneaking over the wall and entering the mansion's courtyard. There were no guards inside, and Verne could easily enter the mansion through the back door.

Arthur peeked at the situation outside from the edge of the curtain hanging from the carriage. He put down the telescope and said in a low voice, "Hyosung, you should also follow me, just in case."

"Huh? It stinks in there. My nose can't take it." The white parrot complained.

"Stink?"

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

Arthur frowned.

"Wow." Bedivere roared beside him. In the distance, a gray-black shadow also entered the house through a hole in the wall. It seems that Bedivere sent his family to protect Verne.

"Is it all right? Isn't your family an ordinary wolf." Arthur said.

"Wow." Bedivere answered briefly. This guy is too cautious, and the city is completely reluctant to speak.

"Aren't the white-haired uncle joining us?" Hyosung asked again.

"Elaine can't come. Even if Charles VII didn't restrict his freedom of movement, the guy would be closely watched by the French. Joining him would only reveal our identity." Arthur said: "The worst Under the circumstances, he can only be excluded from the combat power."

"It's not easy to fight against the church, shouldn't you just find one more helper if you can find one more helper?"

"That's the truth, but------" Arthur raised the telescope again to observe, and muttered at the same time: "It depends on what Merlin can do to help Elaine escape. Anyway, we have Can't intervene."

Meanwhile, inside the Royal Palace in Paris.

"Leo..." Elaine whispered half-dreamingly.

"Who is Leo?" a voice asked.

"...Huh?" Elaine opened her eyes slightly, feeling a pain in her body. He lay on the floor and slept, there was nothing on the floor except the wool carpet, and naturally he slept with pain all over his body.

He finds himself covered in sheets. There was a sticky feeling on his body, but there was no trace of intrusion, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Are you awake?" Charles VII was sitting on a chair beside him, drinking his black tea leisurely. Judging from the relaxed and happy expression on his face, he seemed to have had a good dream last night.

Elaine got up from the ground with a blushing face and subconsciously wrapped the sheet around her body: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty... I'm sorry."

"Nothing to be rude." Charles VII ate the cookies on the table nonchalantly. "I'm going back to the bedroom soon. You can leave an hour after I leave, and go back to your house to pack your bags. Vatican There is news that the cardinal is plagued by the Black Death, and his condition is in critical condition. After you have ordered the medicine you need, go to the Vatican and treat the cardinal."

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

"The target of those little thieves is Joan of Arc. Forgive them, they dare not attack the cardinal. You are safest when you are in the Vatican with the protection of the Pope's Knights." The king said: "You He is the only witch doctor in the world who has a cure for the Black Death. No matter how stupid those thieves are, they won't kill you. Anyway, let's go. France may become turbulent, and then I will I can't protect you."

Elaine squinted, her expression complicated. Charles VII, who has always been selfish, unexpectedly made a decision that was not in line with his character. Could it be some kind of trap?

"Then, farewell." After drinking the black tea, the king left the table and strode away.

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

"Cardinal, is it true that you are sick?" He asked in a low voice, noticing the shadow of a crow by the window.

"It's true. The Holy See knew of your existence and specially paid to borrow someone from Charles VII." Merlin replied: "You don't have to worry about anything, just go to Rome according to the arrangement. I will find a way to get you and His Majesty. They meet."

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

"Anyway, it's all useless," Merlin criticized: "The Black Death of this era cannot be treated by normal means, and your blood is the only antidote. It is not good for you to find a cure for the Black Death. This would interfere with the course of history."

Elaine then grumbled a few words in a volume that Merlin couldn't hear, and put on her clothes after enduring the stickiness all over her body.

Temperatures start to heat up in June, the worst time of the year for the Black Death in Europe. How many thousand people will die in Europe this year because of this terrible disease? Only the powerful and wealthy can be healed, and the poor will die if they catch the disease -- this is against Elaine's original intention, and he feels more suffocated when he can't be relieved.

Marseille Port, in the residence of Marshal Gilles.

Verne quietly pushed open the back door of the kitchen, then passed around a table with various kitchen utensils and spices from the empty kitchen, and moved cautiously towards the hall.

From a while ago, I could vaguely hear a sound coming from the second floor. It seemed to be the sound of a heavy object hitting something soft. There was an ominous feeling. Verne's senses were very keen, and he naturally sensed the danger and began to get nervous. A shadow wandered behind him, and Verne raised his light crossbow alert and turned to aim.

"Wow?" Appearing behind Verne was a wolf, a black, shiny little wolf cub. It was waiting for Verne with its big red eyes, and it didn't seem hostile.

"You...that big dog sent to protect me?" Verne breathed a sigh of relief: "Don't be scary."

"Wow." Little Wolf scratched his neck casually with his hind paws.

"Forget it. Then you can follow." Verne put away his weapon and continued to explore. Originally nervous, he felt a lot more relaxed because of the addition of a small attendant behind him. ‘

Boom, boom, boom. As Verne continued to **** 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 boy tiptoed through the corridor to approach the noisy room, and the little wolf behind him also tiptoed to follow. The movements of the two little guys were a bit funny.

"Squeak------" The wooden door was pushed open ~IndoMTL.com~ and because of the old saying, it seems that no matter how hard you push it, 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 it Marshal Gilles?" the boy asked in a low voice.

There is a figure at the end of the dark room. But the other party did not answer Verne, but continued with what he was doing. He raised the hatchet-like weapon in his hand and smashed it down at something on the table. Something dark red splashed out.

Verne frowned, his eyesight was excellent, he could naturally see what that splashed red thing was, and he naturally knew how much the other party disintegrated that flowing red thing without hesitation. of madness.

"Are you here?" The thin man stopped what he was doing and turned around slowly.

He wears a dark robe with bright red all over his body, and his eyes are sunken and deeply pouched. His long hair was tousled and tousled, and his chest-length beard gleamed faintly with the eerie metallic blue of alchemy.

He exudes evil from head to toe, like a dark wizard.