Hayasaka Love Love Type Monthly Online Game

It's not coming, but it's coming back. The former glory will be rewritten by a new legend thousands of years later, and it will definitely go farther and greater than the last time!

Chapter 282

"Is it the turn of the prisoner in that cell today? Even the warden is going to be a big man, right?" the jailer said lazily.

In the kitchen, the warden casually served some rough tea and light rice. The nutritional mix of the meals was reasonable, but there was one characteristic: very little, so pitifully small that it probably wouldn't be enough to feed a ten-year-old child.

Even the prisoners in the Bastille were not treated so cruelly, and they couldn't even get enough food before execution.

"Will it be too little?" The jailer expressed his concerns.

"Do you know who that prisoner is?" , our French national salvation hero, the famous Joan of Arc. We cannot let her have enough food and strength, otherwise the Bastille may not be able to detain her."

"That's why I wonder why the heroes who save the country are imprisoned in the Bastille. It is the king who betrayed Joan of Arc to the British, and now it is the French who execute their own heroes in turn. How absurd it is!"

"Be careful, be careful." The warden frowned, and said in a low voice, "Recently there have been mobs, and the third-level meeting is coming soon. His Majesty Louis XVI wants to control all kinds of unfriendly remarks, and even the generals of the Knights of the Blood League will be arrested. Dang is imprisoned, although I have the status of a nobleman, it is still very inconvenient."

"Tch, anyway, I don't really understand these nasty things. Why do frontline soldiers fight bravely and go back to the rear to enjoy the reputation of triumph instead of being sacrificed?"

"You don't understand, and I don't understand, so you and I are just little jailers here."

While talking, the warden couldn't help adding more food.

The two of them stopped talking, and walked straight to the other side of the corridor with the food, where Joan of Arc's cell was held.

Along the way, there is a dark corridor, and the faces of the prisoners are yellow and thin. They are not as fierce and stern as most people imagine, but some of them have deep colors in their eyes.In the Bastille, thinkers, scientists, and politicians occupy a considerable part, and they are not useful to society but to the royal family.So far, the Bastille does not know how many such people have been admitted.

In the dark and damp narrow room, there are fevers, leprosy, and tetanus, and the prisoners can be killed without waiting for a trial. Being locked up here is to be with death.

The jailer moved forward step by step, walking through the eyes of despair and hope.

In the square inch illuminated by the lantern in his hand, the thin and bony prisoners were vaguely seen, clinging to each other without a trace of life, as if they were about to die in the next moment.

This kind of state is what the royal family wants, but their twilight appearance is so similar to the declining French kingdom, with a rancid smell all over their bodies, even vultures can smell this smell, hovering in the sky above the kingdom, waiting for a feast meal...

"We're here." The companion reminded.

"Hi, dinner is here."

The jailer stopped and looked at the prisoner on the other side of the iron fence:

Her blonde hair was tied into a braid that almost reached her ankles, and she was dressed in a tattered coarse sackcloth. The girl's tall figure stood with her hands behind her back, and there was a profound and majestic atmosphere just looking at her back.

That is, the Holy Maiden of Salvation of France, Joan of Arc.

She didn't respond to the call, but still stood with her hands behind her back, looking at a "huge symbol" in front of her seriously and concentrating.It was inscribed by rubbing stones on the wall, outlining a magical outline, it must be Joan's handwriting, and it was used to pass the time when I was bored.However, when she stood in front of the "huge symbol", she seemed to be overlooking the whole world, with extraordinary bearing.

There are no windows on the walls of the cell, but the place Joan of Arc is looking at has a world that is even more magnificent than the windows, colorful and wonderful, just like the girl herself.

"What is this symbol?" The jailer couldn't help asking.

Joan of Arc turned around, and the heavy handcuffs and shackles made a rattling sound, but there was a sweet smile on her face.

"Its name is the map of the world, and as the name suggests, it is the land under our feet. Copernicus imagined it, Galileo revealed it, Magellan practiced it, and finally when Columbus' fleet reached the American continent, the world was connected to each other. "

"France, where is our homeland, the Kingdom of France?"

"Here, above the Mediterranean Sea, below the Baltic Sea, to the west is the Anglo-Saxons, the enemies, but France and Britain are separated by a strait."

"The enemy is on the other side of the sea..."

At this time, the warden couldn't help being curious, so he simply asked:

"Why are you drawing a map of the world?"

I don't know why, but the two jailers couldn't help but confided their hearts under that detached aura, and they actually communicated with the prisoner.

"There is a legend: A map of the continent of Europa is engraved on the dome between the thrones of the Camelot Palace. King Arthur conquered the most powerful empire of that era, but he only stopped within the framework of that map."

"Times have changed, and today's world is connected as a whole. It is no longer the era of King Arthur and Caesar. The boundaries of the great empire have a new interpretation. Therefore, the opportunity to surpass King Arthur has come—"

The warden's eyes widened.

He felt a sense of righteousness rushing toward his face. This golden iris grew from the soil of France and was destined to hold up the entire sky.

At this time, the warden couldn't help but have an idea that he couldn't believe: he drew a map of the world in the cell, and deliberately mentioned the palace of the great eternal king. The legendary King Arthur is even greater!

Maybe it's overthinking, but it's not.

"By the way, thank you for bringing me food."

While talking, Joan naturally took the food away through the fence, and the two jailers looked at each other.

In the end, there was still no sound.

"It seems to be a little more than yesterday's amount. You guys are interested, thank you."

"It's nothing, this is my job."

"Then, can I trouble you to come some more next time, those who are always hungry here may not be able to wait for the execution."

"All right……"

Say thank you twice, then ask, and that person will often choose to say yes in order to maintain the first impression they made earlier.

No, things are much easier.

The so-called "two thanks and one request" is a negotiation skill, and there is nothing mysterious about it. It is the use of the anchor effect in psychology, which is a routine that has been melted into the bones of the traverser.If you add the "Leadership EX" beyond the judgment of the game mechanism, and the peerless appearance, the effect will be outstanding.

With no difficulty, Joan continued to chat with the two jailers, taking every opportunity to understand the background of the plot.

At the beginning of the game, the death row criminals all depend on beating.

The first step to dominate the situation begins with chatting about the mountains.

Chapter 283 Dance in Shackles

"So, King Louis XVI intends to hold a three-level meeting in order to suppress the increasingly boiling public grievances?"

"That's right, that's the general situation. The current situation in the Kingdom of France is very bad. The common people have to support the privileged classes such as the church, the nobles, and the king. The strong oppression makes me not even have a bite to eat. The contradictions have accumulated to an unbearable level The point of reconciliation."

After some chatting, Ai Hayasaka had a certain understanding of the era background of Europa Universalis. Generally speaking, it was the period of the French Revolution, and the story of the saint was just an episode attached to it.

Of course, with me here it is not a trivial episode, and one day it will become the main theme, just like Beethoven's heroic symphony.

Joan put down the empty plate and smiled.

"So that's how it is...but you can see really clearly. You really have a very unique eye. Speaking of which, I haven't asked for your name yet?"

"My name is Sanson. As you can see, I'm a jailer, and sometimes I also work as an executioner."

The girl patted her head, and she finally remembered who this tall young man with a bright smile was in front of her. Didn't she just meet a historical figure?Sure enough, heroic spirits and heroic spirits will attract each other.

Talent, it is a talent that can be won!

"Your Excellency Sanson, you have seen the current situation in France so clearly, have you ever thought about where you want to go in the future?"

"I don't know yet." The young man shook his head, a trace of confusion appeared in his eyes.

Of course you don’t know, and you’re right if you don’t know.Says Hayasaka Heart.

Anyone who is suddenly asked about their own way will be confused. This kind of confused state of mind will make you let go of your guard and focus, and facilitate the next sentence.Throwing up a broad topic is either insincere fart, or it's setting the stage for what's to come.If you listen to the speeches of those great orators, you will find such a pattern.

"Actually, the answer to this question is very simple. Of course, the Kingdom of France must focus on the royal family. You just need to think that the royal family is worth your life."

"I don't want to mention those empty words, but let me just talk about how you, Sanson, live and work in this troubled world. You came to Paris alone with ambitions to pursue your ideals. Have you ever thought about the care of your mother and the blessings of your family? You are also a nobleman, giving up your freedom A free and easy life came to Paris to inherit the family business, and what did you get? Or, what decisions can you get now?"

"If you give up, you will get something. This is the truth in the world. You have done so much for the royal family, what can you get from them?"

Joan of Arc said this with a smile, her warm smile concealed the sharpness between her lips and teeth.

She is unarmed, but she has already handed the sword of thought to Sansong.

Most of the time, people are pure and will be satisfied with the status quo and refuse to change.People are clever, and after being awakened, it is easy to awaken higher demands after careful examination.People who don't have their own opinions will immediately start seeking advice at this time...

"Can I get rewards from those nobles? After each execution, they will cry out for the blood and corpses, and throw out gold coins and coins, making me feel bathed in honor...but it's all fake." Sanson murmured road.

"So you should re-examine your positioning."

Sanson was silent, she couldn't get an answer from Joan of Arc, and she began to think with her unskilled mind.

He thought of the one-acre three-point land in his hometown, the family happiness of his family, and why he left all these and went to the romantic Paris, for the passion of young people?

Full of ambition, in the end the game is empty.

The dust of the times is like a big mountain on everyone's head. Sang Song is not a great wise man, he is at most a powerful warrior who can't think of an answer.

"My lord, I really still..."

"I'm tired, I want to rest, let's talk again when I have time."

Joan of Arc yawned artificially, and waved her hands obviously in the intention of chasing someone away.The prisoner drives away the jailer in front of his own cell, and this picture also has an inexplicable sense of joy, especially in conjunction with Sansong's wide-eyed eyes seeking knowledge.

"Sang Song, all I can say is, you have to think a lot before this, you must think a lot, kid."

"Then, good night."

The blond girl got up and stood back in front of the crude world map with her hands behind her back.

She doesn't need to point out any problems, as long as the seeds of thought are planted, one day they will blossom and bear fruit.

Ai Hayasaka knows that the real trend of the times has not yet come, so she is not in a hurry.As long as the Bastille does not fall, the rotten throne will survive.The era of scrambling for the throne around Paris has not yet begun, just sit and watch.

San Song and his companion looked at each other, said "goodbye" at last, and left respectfully. They each had their own concerns and wanted to go back and sort out their thoughts.

With the prestige of Joan of Arc first, Sansong already had a feeling of admiration, and then he was beaten by a series of tricks by the traversers, and he would definitely start to think about some rebellious psychology.However, flies do not bite seamless eggs, and it is impossible to exaggerate the charisma of the traverser. Sanson himself had some concerns, otherwise he would not have a good impression of Joan of Arc, who was sentenced to death sooner or later.

Maybe, it's time to find someone who is truly worthy of his allegiance, and make contributions with that person.Sanson thought.

……

"Tsk, it really is too much of a hindrance."

Hayasaka moved her waist, just such a small movement also affected the clattering of the handcuffs and fetters, together with the heavy sense of restraint.

The weight is very unusual, and the degree of firmness is even more unimaginable. I can feel that the flow of magic power in the body is blocked.This is a magic item, not only from the bondage of the hands and feet, but also the power is sealed.If you look closely, the chain holes are all melted and cast together.

People who put on these handcuffs and shackles are already considered dead, so there is no need to untie them.

However, the blond girl didn't care at all, she moved her body as much as possible within the limits of the chains.Stretching the waist, the slender figure showed a beautiful curve, twisted the neck, revealing a swan-like graceful neck.The holy aura on Joan of Arc seemed to come alive, the narrow and dark cell was like a stage, and the queen was in the center of the dance floor.

Hayasaka Ai is adapting to her body functions, and she needs to ensure that she can immediately produce 100% of her combat power when she unlocks the chain.

Plan ahead.