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And Cole did not live up to the trust of the Crown Prince, whether it was exquisite porcelain from the East, precious spices from West Asia, Persian tapestries, or Indian peacocks, all kinds of precious treasures were sent to Crown Prince Charlie. ——Of course, the crown prince doesn't necessarily pay the bill every time, but it doesn't matter to Cole, or, in Cole's view, this is what he should do as a courtier.

This also made the Crown Prince trust him more and more, and even allowed him to appear in the court.

But Cole still maintained a humble attitude. Even though he was able to enter and leave the court and was trusted, he still did not do anything extraordinary.

This is a smart man, and what Crown Prince Charlie likes most is smart people. Having a smart man do things for him can save him a lot of energy, and the unique vision of a smart man can also fill in the gaps for him to a certain extent.

Just like it is now.

"My lord, please forgive me for talking about the military newspaper, but I think that compared to the loss of Duke Philip, what is more interesting is the soldier who shouldn't be messed with."

Cole, with his head bowed, spoke eloquently.

"You also know the power of the Duke of Burgundy. It can make such a big man helpless. How difficult is that soldier to mess with... Although the authenticity of this information is still open to question, if we can win over that soldier, Is it equivalent to having an extra hole card that can deal with the Burgundian faction?"

"That's what I wanted to say just now."

Crown Prince Charlie nodded. He also paid attention to this point just now, and even because this point seemed too nonsense, he once thought it was false information—but some collections of the Duke of Burgundy had already flowed into the market, plus The information collected from various sources directly proved the authenticity of this information, and the rather powerful Duke of Burgundy really fell.

And this also means that someone can really fight against the entire principality with just one person?

This is really too exaggerated, even the heroes in ancient legends may not be able to do this.

"So Cole, what can you do? I need to make that soldier our combat force."

"Winning that fighter...it's not an easy task. After all, if such a fighter wants to get something, he can do everything by himself. If we want to win such a person, we may pay a high price."

Cole shook his head and smiled wryly, expressing that he was really helpless.

But immediately, he spoke again.

"But recently, I've heard another thing. It is said that there is a village girl in Lorraine who said that she was inspired by an angel in a dream and asked her to save France..."

"Another prophecy about women saving France? Come on, I've heard too much lately."

Crown Prince Charlie's face instantly fell.

"Change it, my friend, even if it is a dwarf or a foreigner, at least it will sound fresher."

"My lord, I'm only halfway through what I said, and the next part is the highlight."

Cole smiled and continued.

"The woman named Joan of Arc claimed to have accepted God's call, so she drove over from a village called Domremy... Domremy, you may not know that the village is in the easternmost part of France. To come to Chinon from there, you need to cross the entire territory of Burgundy."

"... Burgundy?"

Crown Prince Charles keenly caught the key to the discourse.

"You mean..."

"That's right, my lord, when Joan's team passed through Burgundy, civil strife broke out in the territory of the Duke of Burgundy."

Cole nodded.

"Although there is no direct evidence that Joan's team did it, it is obvious that this incident must have some connection with Joan's team."

"what do you mean……"

Crown Prince Charlie held down the table in front of him.

"The hole card we wanted, came here by yourself?"

"They are stationed outside the castle now, my lord."

Cole smiled.

"Would you like to see them?"

"I want...no!"

Crown Prince Charlie was about to nod, but suddenly stopped.

"No, I can't meet them directly. The matter of the Principality of Burgundy is too coincidental. What if it's an assassin... No, I can't see you, at least I can't. If it's really an assassin... Wait wait."

Thinking of this, Crown Prince Charlie suddenly raised his head and looked at Cole in front of him.

"I can't see you, but you can."

"Uh……"

Cole, who raised his head, hadn't realized what the crown prince was saying, but he was pulled over directly.

Then he was pressed on the position that belonged exclusively to Crown Prince Charlie.

The Battle of Orleans, The Hundred Years' War of the Evil Dragon: Chapter 33 Chapter 33 Joan of Arc's Courage

"A woman, a warrior, and a... magician?"

Outside the gate of the castle, the guards sent out were looking up and down at Lao Luo, who was wearing gorgeous armor.

"Seriously? A magician dressed like this?"

"You can report me as a soldier."

Facing the cross-examination by his personal guards, Lao Luo simply smashed his cans.

Originally, Lao Luo wanted to report his identity as a wandering knight, but these days, knights can’t be regarded as knights by wearing armor and riding a horse. Lao Luo didn't answer the question as a matter of course, so the whole team was almost driven away as a liar.

This is a situation that Lao Luo did not expect at all. Originally, in his opinion, since Joan of Arc has such an important position in the French quest line, how could it be smoother after coming to Chinon—even if there is no much-anticipated welcome The ceremony did not sweep the couch and greet each other, but at the very least, it is still necessary to invite in politely.

But now... Let alone being invited in, they can't even enter the gate of the castle.

As for the reason, of course, it is because there are too many people who claim to be able to save France. Those people are chanting all kinds of prophecies, and all of them say that they are the chosen ones, and that God brought them here. It was fate that they would save France.

"I've met at least fifty teams like yours this week. Even if it's women who say they can save France, there are already eight...Can't you put it another way?"

While counting the number of people, the guard shook his head helplessly.

"There is also the one who said that he is a magician. Do you really know magic? If I report it according to this, the higher-ups will ask questions. If you can't change it..."

"I do a magic trick that makes people rich."

Shaking his head, Lao Luo simply stepped forward and held the guard's hand.

"You should have felt my magic power, right?"

"What magic power...yo!"

Sensing the heavy weight in his hands, the guard's expression changed.

"This... is really amazing magic power! You are indeed a powerful magician!"

Looking down at the golden bag with magical power, the guard hurriedly and secretly put the bag into his arms.

"But let's say it first, only the three of you can go in for a while, and the ten cavalrymen who came with you will continue to be stationed outside. After all, safety is such a thing... This is the crown prince's camp after all, can you understand?"

"Understandable, understandable."

Lao Luo held the guard's hand fiercely, so the second bag of magic power also fell into the guard's hand.

"My ten soldiers were all brought out by me. If there is any problem, please bear with me."

"You are polite, you are really polite."

A friendly smile appeared on the guard's face.

"Then I'd better report you as a warrior, so it's easier for you... After all, I really use the identity of a magician, and I'm not the only one who wants to see magic. Things like magic, It's not good to overdo it, right?"

"That's true, magic is better kept secret."

Lao Luo also laughed heartily, and his attitude towards the guards became much more friendly.

It can only be said that it is worthy of being the royal guard of the crown prince. After receiving the money, he will really do things for him seriously. After seeing the benefits of magic power, this guard not only helped them avoid the worries of continuing to spend money, but even helped them Changed the camp to a better location—and in the end, the guard even promised to let them see the crown prince as soon as possible.

"Leave it to me, I can speak."

Just looking at the way the guard patted his chest, those who didn't know thought he was the crown prince.

Under the effect of the golden magic power, the two sides enjoyed themselves for a while.

But when the guards left and returned to the castle, Lao Luo's face suddenly pulled down.

"It's no wonder that France will be suppressed by the English. As far as the quality of the soldiers is concerned... I'm not optimistic about our mission this time."

"It doesn't matter, no matter how bad it is, can it be worse than those militiamen before?"

Dubin still looked indifferent.

"It's you, the two bags of gold coins add up to fifty, remember to return them next time."

"Oh... no! That's my money!"

Lao Luo, who came back to his senses, hurriedly argued, but at this moment, Du Bin had stopped talking to him.

He cares more about Joan of Arc's current state than Lao Luo, who cares about fifty gold coins.

After all, since they were raided by King Arthur, Joan of Arc has been autistic, and has hardly spoken much.

"Are you ok?"

Leaning close to Joan of Arc, Dubin scratched his head.

"I mean... didn't you get kicked off the horse before? Are your injuries okay?"

"It's much better, and it hasn't affected activities for a long time."

Jeanne smiled, but there was still some worry on her face.

"I was just thinking, since so many people said that there were prophecies and they all said that they could save France, then my previous dream was just..."

Having said that, Joan of Arc couldn't help sighing.

If it was in the past, she might still comfort herself by saying that the angel has the power, saying that all of this is true, but now...

Compared with the woman in black, can her brute strength really be called strength?

So on that day, was she really given divine power by an angel?Have you really been guided by God?

"You can't say that, the prophecy is just a reason."

After hearing Joan's doubts, Dupin shook his head.

"It's like saving France. If there is no prophecy, would you not do it? Think about it carefully, do you want to follow the prophecy, or save France and restore peace to this land?"