Continental Warriors Yoo Ma

As Yoo Ma got closer, he realized that it wasn't the two tin cans he imagined, banging together in a ball of light in the power of energy.

I saw a middle-aged knight with long blond hair, pacing back and forth with ease, like a wrestling superstar showing off his martial arts in the ring.

From time to time, he would kick a puddle of mud-like men on the ground, enjoying their screams.

The crowd who were watching the fun and not being a big deal cheered and cheered to the fullest, and some even raised their glasses to drink, taking this one-sided beating as a delicious appetizer.

"Pedro, you maggot, you are even more despicable than the goblins in the Ardennes! I paid you to write a love letter to Miss Mary on my behalf, but you deliberately slandered me for your dirty thoughts!"

Yofu Ma took a closer look at the ground and found that the guy who had been beaten out of shape was the writer Pedro from Castile.

Seeing that it was going to kill him if he went on like this, Yoo Ma said to the blond knight, "Okay, sir. This poor bastard has learned his lesson. I don't think you want to lose money for manslaughter, do you?"

The blond knight glanced at Yofu Ma: "Oriental? It's none of your business."

"Calm down, my friend. The Winter Knights Conference is about to start. You should have an idea about the championship, right? It's best not to make extravagances at a time like this."

The Knights' Assembly of the Principality of Burgundy is famous all over Europe.Youf Ma guessed the reason for his presence in Dijon when he saw the knight.

The blond knight is already a mid-tier professional with sharp facial features.He had noticed earlier that Yoof Ma was personally sent to the palace by Pastor Milot.

It is best not to offend the person who can send the duke's secretary off.

"I take your advice, Sirius."

The blond knight snorted and turned to leave.Seeing that the others were no longer lively, they also left in a hurry.

After no one was around, Pedro immediately stood up with an iron stick.Looking at his agile movements, it seems that he is not as bad as he just showed.

This guy is also a little smart.

"Thank you for your help, Mr. Ma Yofu." Pedro wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, spit at the blond knight in the distance, "Despicable? I am the virtue of being brave enough to protect a lady! Miss Mary is as noble as a swan. , and as sweet as a lark. She's so cute and petite, she'll be crushed to death if she gets her way!"

The more you listened, the more wrong Yofu Ma said: "Wait, who is Miss Mary you're talking about?"

"Certainly the Duke's daughter, Marie de Burgundy!"

"How old is she?"

"13 years old is the most beautiful age."

Chapter 7 Artificer

Uh ~

Yofu Ma glanced at Pedro in disgust.

Well, in this day and age, when a 30-year-old man shows his love to a 13-year-old girl, that's not called copper smelting, it's called chivalry.

Youfu Ma was too lazy to pay attention to these noble affairs that were inconsistent with his own three views.He was about to leave when he was stopped by Pedro: "Wait a minute... Mr. Ma Yofu!"

"what happened?"

"Have you been summoned by the Duke just now?"

"Yes." Youfu Ma was a little impatient when he saw the other party twitching and wanted to walk away.

Seeing this, Pedro gritted his teeth and grabbed Yoo Ma's sleeve: "Sir! A wise oriental scholar! Please teach me to write novels! Your vivid and blood-sucking stories make me fascinated. I'll pay the tuition, and we can co-sign the first novel written under your guidance and share the payout."

Yofu Ma does not think that the novel he copied is really as good as Pedro said.It is estimated that this guy has the idea of ​​using tricks when he sees that writing color novels can be appreciated by the Duke.

What about your dignity and backbone as a well-known novelist?

Oh, if you want to have a meal, it will be fine.

"Okay. But I've been busy lately. You come to me the morning after tomorrow and we'll discuss teaching writing."

Although relying on the novel of color as a stepping stone, he established a relationship with Philip III, but it is impossible for Youfu Ma to take this as a career in the future, and even spend a lot of time writing novels to satisfy the Duke's reading addiction.

The best way to get rid of this fanatical book fan without offending him is to let him read other more exciting novels.

To cultivate Pedro into an excellent writer of color novels, presumably Philip III will not care about his eunuch author.

"Ah, may the seven holy spirits bless you!" Pedro was very excited.He put the thick benzene stick in his hand to Yofu Ma, and said, "I bought this hand cannon for self-defense. I wanted to use it against that golden-haired bull, but who knows it won't work at all, I haven't had time to lift it up. Aim at it, and the guy rushed over and kicked it down. That damn Lombard profiteer, he actually said that this is a high-level enchanted weapon! It's useless for me to hold it, I will give it to you as a life-saving gift."

Youfu Ma could not laugh or cry.

However, he was also a little curious about the firearms of this era, so he accepted the hand cannon, or the musket.

……

When Ma Youfu returned to his room with the "burning stick" of crude benzene, the wanderer who had been hiding in the bushes and had been observing secretly also returned to his life.

He was wrapped in a gray robe and perfectly integrated with the surrounding environment. Without a strong sense of perception, he could not find it at all.

He walked like the wind, and soon came to a manor five kilometers away from the Duke's palace. The three lion flags flying silently told the identity of the owner.

The rogue takes off his hood, revealing a pair of pointed ears.He walked quickly to the master suite on the second floor of the manor, and met Bishop Bovin, Peter Cauhon, who had a relationship with Yof Ma.

"Sir Bishop." The wanderer saluted respectfully.

As a wood elf living in Sherwood Forest, he is not like his arrogant close relatives, the gold elves and silver elves, he is friendly to humans and can integrate into human society.

"You are in a hurry to come back, do you have any important information?" Bishop Bowen's long face was like a blackened bark. Even when he spoke, there was no facial change.

"The envoy of the French King, the Seris, just met with Philip III."

"Ha, the greedy Burgundians probably wanted to use this to put pressure on us to extort more money." Bishop Beauvin said with disdain, "The reason why I want to complete the transaction as soon as possible is because the regent is pressing, Instead of worrying about the Burgundians changing their minds. With the deep hatred between Charles VII and Philip III, they cannot be reconciled. The Animayaks would not agree if the King of Algorithm wanted to."

The rogue added: "The Seris was sent off by Jean Milot himself. And he will attend the private banquet of Philip III tomorrow."

"Really?" Bishop Bowen finally changed his face.

Last year, Charles VII, who had been defeated in consecutive battles, pinned all his hopes on a village girl from Lorraine and ordered her to rescue Orleans.

This year, Charles VII, who suffered successive diplomatic setbacks, pinned all his hopes on a foreigner and asked him to rescue the captured Joan of Arc.

Bishop Beauvin felt a sense of deja vu.He can't take it lightly, and he must never let the French get another big victory in a desperate reversal!

"I need an invitation to go to tomorrow's banquet. If the Burgundians want to break our contract, then I have to make it clear to them that this is an unacceptable price!"

Bishop Bowen glanced at the wanderer and said, "We must be prepared to use extraordinary means. Ordinary soldiers are not good, and they are easy to expose. They must be professionals, and the more sophisticated the better. How many people can you call?"

"There are three Garter knights in the manor. If you include me, it's four. If you are willing to spend money, you may be able to hire a few guys with solid hands and tight-lipped. Now there is a tournament, and there is no shortage of debts here. knight."

"You go to the treasurer in a while to get five hundred gold pounds."

"As per your order, Lord Bishop."

The rogue quickly disappeared from the room.

……

For tomorrow's Duke's private banquet, Yofu Ma stayed in the house and didn't go anywhere.

In addition to thinking about how to convince the powerful figures in the principality to support the treaty, he was also interested in the musket that Pedro sent.

These early firearms were difficult to use and lacked accuracy and range, but when used properly, they worked wonders.The armies of many Italian city-states were equipped with muskets, which were used as secondary weapons for crossbows.

And the flamingo gun that Pedro bought is a magic weapon.It is said to have attached a "guided projectile" spell that can be used three times a day to improve shooting accuracy.

It is also engraved with a spark rune, which can activate the fire door by one person, unlike ordinary fire door guns that require two people to operate, which lowers the threshold for use.

"Wait...magic items..."

Youfu Ma slapped his head, opened the system store, and spent 50 military points to purchase the "Extraordinary Ritual".

In this fantasy world, anything familiar with history, eloquent, and charming are all castles in the air.Only the violence that can ensure that one is not easily deprived of his life by others, and that can easily deprive others of his life, is the most reliable power—that is, extraordinary power.

White light flashed, and a complex magic circle with interlaced geometric figures had been drawn on the ground.The candles flickered, and the items needed for the ceremony, such as salt, lavender, lapis lazuli, and unknown blood, were put in their proper places.

According to the ritual knowledge instilled by the system, Ma Youfu placed the fire door gun in the middle of the circle and chanted an ancient incantation.

"You have mastered the extraordinary power and successfully transferred to an artificer."

Chapter 8 The Troll Who Started the War

I have discovered another mystery of magic, through these items I can protect you, heal you, or... destroy you - artificer.

A large amount of knowledge poured into his mind, letting Ma Youfu know the professional characteristics of "artificial master".

This class regards the mastery of magic as a technical ability, they can distinguish the form of energy and matter, and they also know how to control the torrent of arcane surging within the object.

Although a spellcaster, an artificer is not like a wizard or a warlock. He needs to use matter as a medium to use magic.In contrast, artificers have unique advantages in the fields of enchanting and making magic items.High-level artificers can even create war machines with thousands of them.

"I thought I had sacrificed a flaming gun, and I should have changed my career to a blasting profession such as a magic bullet gunner, but I didn't expect it to be an artificer. Could it be related to the mechanical engineering major I learned before I crossed?"

Although it is not as simple and rude as a character like a warlock who relies on the power of blood, Ma Youfu feels that the "artificer" and himself are quite similar.

There was still some time before the banquet, and Yofu Ma decided to study this profession carefully.

As an entry-level 1st-level artificer, Yoof Ma can now use four tricks:

Forbidden Light (creates a 20-foot radius of darkness that cannot be illuminated by ordinary light)

Force Blast (inflicts slight force damage to the target, and has a chance to stun the target)

Acid sputtering (creates small clusters of highly corrosive acid)

Flash (creates an explosive burst of light with a chance to dazzle the target)

However, these four tricks cannot be performed directly. You can only use the unique ability of the artificer, "Magic Infusion", to give the item a temporary effect that lasts for one day.

Or use the "Magic Marks" corresponding to the four spells to create magical items.

"The Duke's refinishing fee is [-] ducats, which is enough to buy a lot of things. Volgar should know some dwarf blacksmiths, and he can use his connections to get some suitable equipment." Yofu Ma thought to himself.

If all goes well, then the first Burgundian side will reach an agreement, negotiate peace with France and release Joan of Arc.Then after the news spread, he, the key figure in promoting the peace talks between the two countries, stepped into the limelight and became a thorn in the eyes of the English.

Compared with the relatively chivalrous Burgundians, the English are quite amoral.For their own benefit, they will never hesitate to use violence such as assassination to sabotage the peace talks.

Therefore, Yoof Ma must plan ahead.

……

The next day, night fell.

In the most luxurious hall of the Duke's Palace, there was a lot of voices.

The crystal magic chandelier on the dome exudes a soft white light, allowing people to experience the rare bright night before the electric age, and it is also a symbol of the duke's wealth.

The yellow and blue twill flag of the Burgundy family hangs all over the walls, the lute of the court band is brisk and melodious, and jesters dressed as clowns shuttle between the banquets, causing bursts of laughter from time to time.

Everything looks so beautiful.

Philip III sat high in front of the elf-style walnut long table, holding a golden wine glass, looking at the courtiers eating and drinking below, thoughtfully.

In front of him is a silver boat-shaped container for salt and spices—the two precious seasonings that are distributed and are status symbols at banquets.