That Cao Jiao found that after those people from the beer country arrived in the Xuanwu country, they were still a little uncomfortable.

Because of the large population of the Xuanwu country, there are also many players who love esports, and those professional and semi-professional esports players alone can exceed the total population of that beer country.

In that Xuanwu country, many people have thought carefully about going to beer countries, and those poor countries in Europe to recruit people on a large scale to provide services to their companies.

However, those small-scale esports companies, and those modeling agencies, they don't have the financial strength to recruit those people.

Companies that are large enough, like the one that painted the earth bridge, don't want to hire whites who are relatively expensive. Only that Wei Taiqiang and He Berg will recruit these people.

However, the scale of their recruitment will not be that large.

That Cao Jiao did not have a sufficient talent reserve in his own hands, so the number of recruits he recruited was much larger than that of He Boge and Wei Taiqiang.

, said: "Maybe they're all dead." But somebody should tell me that I should know something. Cao Wangrong said: "Maybe they have a letter in the house." Let's go inside and have a look.

There was nothing in the kitchen. There was a woman's shoe on the bedroom floor, the tips of which were cracked and raised high. Tu Tuqiao picked it up and took a look. "These are my mother's shoes, and my mother loves them and has been wearing them for years. Alas, they went - took everything with them. Tu Tuqiao turned around and walked out of the room and sat down on the porch, with Cao Wangrong sitting next to him. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the fields, and the cotton stalks cast a long shadow on the ground, and a withered willow also cast a long shadow.

A skinny gray cat quietly jumped on the porch and crawled behind the two men. Tu Tuqiao turned back and stretched out his hand. The cat jumped out of his way and sat down out of his reach, raising one of its forefeet and licking the pads off its paws. Tu Tuqiao looked at it and shouted, "This cat told me to guess what was going on here." Why didn't any of the owners move in with it? Why didn't anyone come into this house to steal planks? There are a lot of good boards here, and there are window frames, and no one has come to pick up ......."

"Guess what's going on?" "I don't know. It's as if all the neighbors are gone, and it's not just my house that has been robbed. ”

As they spoke, the cat crawled over and reached out to grab Tu Tu Hashi's coat roll. "Oops, I forgot about the turtle.

I'm not going to run around with it. Tu Tuqiao untied the tortoise and threw it on the ground, and after a while, the tortoise stretched out its head and tail limbs, and crawled straight to the southwest as before. The cat pounced on it and held its feet down, its hard head retracting into its carapace, and its thick tail retracting into it. The cat waited impatiently and walked away, and the turtle crawled southwest again. Tu Tuqiao said to the priest, "Where do you guess it's going?" I've seen many turtles.

"I'm sorry, gentlemen," said Luvanek; "I think we're too noisy...... Yes! Yes! It seems that Master Militor is losing his temper again, and his nose suffers. ”

"I'll settle this account sooner or later," Militor muttered, clenching his fists and waving at Kamange.

"Serve, boss Fournichon," cried Luenek, "and if you can do it, be polite to those sitting next to you." From now on, we have to love each other like brothers. ”

"Hmm!" Santa Malina said.

"The human heart is not ancient," Schalabor said. He put a napkin over his iron-gray tight jacket under his breastplate, so that he would be safe and sound with any more sauce.

"It's hard to be so close, it's hard to love each other," added Ernoton; "Honestly, we won't be together for long."

"You see," cried Pancone, who was still angry at St. Marina's ridicule, "some people laugh at me for not wearing a hat, why not for Monclabo wearing Emperor Petinax (Emperor Petinax (126-193): Emperor of Ancient Rome, who was killed by the Praetorian Army after reigning for eighty-seven days. What about the breastplate of the era to eat? Nine times out of ten, this gentleman is a descendant of that emperor. Look how authentic his defenses are!"

Moncrabo would not give up; He stood up and said in a false voice:

"Gentlemen, I take it off. Those who prefer to see me use offensive weapons rather than defensive ones, beware!"

He solemnly unfastened the straps of his breastplate, and at the same time made a gesture to the fat henchman in his fifties, with gray hair, for him to come to him.

"Alright, don't make a noise! Don't make noise!" Mr. de Luvaniec said, "Everyone, take a seat. ”

"Please take off this breastplate for me," Pettinax said to his henchman.

The fat follower took off his breastplate for him and held it in his hand.

"What about me," he whispered to his master, "don't I want to have dinner too?" Someone give me something to eat, Petinax, I'm starving. ”

This kind of salutation is really intimate, but the person who is called is not surprised.

"I'll watch it happen," he said; "Still, it's better for you to come up with your own ideas."

Hmmm!" The attendant said stupidly, "I can't help it." ”

"You don't have any left?" Petinak asked.

"The last of our Eju was eaten in Sans."

"Oh my God! Bother selling something. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard shouting first from the street, and then from the door of the inn.

"Collect the old iron! Who's going to sell iron and scrap iron?"

Hearing this, Mrs. Fuernichon ran towards the door, and at this time Fuernichon was serving the first few pots of vegetables with a solemn expression.

If the quality of the dishes can be judged by the popularity of the owner, then Fournichon's dishes are sure to burn well.

Fournichon was overwhelmed with praise from everyone, and wanted his wife to share it.

He looked around for her, but he couldn't find her: she was gone. He called her.

"What the hell is she doing?" Seeing that she didn't come out, he was a junior apprentice in the same kitchen.

"Ahh Boss, a good deal," replied the apprentice. "She's got all your old ironwork in exchange for new money."

"I hope she didn't sell my breastplate and scarf!" Fournichon shouted as he slammed towards the door.

"No, no," said Luenek, "since the king's decree prohibits the sale of weapons. ”

"It won't work," Fournichon said.

He ran to the door.

Mrs. Fournichon walked in triumphantly.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" She said as she looked at her husband's panicked expression.

"They told me you were going to sell my weapons."

"How?"

"I, I won't let them be sold!"

"Hmm! Our wife is very mediocre at this moment, and two new pots are much more useful than an old breastplate. ”

"But since the promulgation of the king's edict to which Mr. de Luenek has just mentioned, I am afraid that the trade in old iron has become a very pitiful business, right?" Sharabol said.

"On the contrary, sir," said Mrs. Fournichon, "the thrift dealer has been playing with me for a while. Really, I'm tempted today, and as soon as I see the opportunity coming again, I immediately seize it. Ten Egüs, sir, ten Egüs, an old cuirass will never be an old cuirass. ”

"What! Ten Eju?" Sharabol said; "So expensive? Hell!"

He pondered.

"Ten Eju!" Pettinax repeated, looking at his henchman with a meaningful look; "Do you hear, Mr. Samier?"

But Mr. Samier is gone.

"Ahh But," said Monsieur de Luenec, "I don't think the thrift dealer will go to the gallows!"

"Oh! He was a nice man, polite and easy-going," said Mrs. Fournichon.

"But what did he do with all this scrap metal?"

"He weighed it again and sold it."

"Weigh the portion and sell it!" Lubanek said, "You said he gave you ten ejus? In exchange for what?"

"An old breastplate and an old helmet."

"Let's even if two things weigh twenty pounds, that is to say, each pound is worth half an eju. Boy! As an acquaintance of mine said, there must be a mystery in it!"

"Why can't I bring this upright merchant to my castle!" "I can sell him three thousand pounds of helmets, gauntlets, and breastplates." ”

"What! You're going to sell all the armor of your ancestors?" Santa Malina said in a teasing tone.

"Ahh "Sir," said Eustache de Miradhu, "you are wrong, it is a sacred relic. ”

"Huh!" "Now, my ancestors are relics, and I don't need anything other than Mass." ”

The atmosphere at the dinner table became lively, thanks to Burgundy (the name of the eastern region of France. The red wine, Fournichon also added spices to it, which attracted everyone to drink it happily.

The noise entered the high register, the plates clanged, and the mind of every Gasconian was dizzy, and the hazy drunken eyes saw everything beautifully. Except for two people. Militor was thinking about the feud, and Carmange was thinking about the young squire.

"There are a lot of jovial people here," said Luvaniek to his neighbor, who happened to be Ernotton, "and they themselves don't know why." ”

"I don't know." Carman replied. "Indeed, as far as I'm concerned, with the exception, I don't feel the slightest bit happy."

"As far as you are concerned, you are wrong, sir," said Luenek, "that Paris is a gold mine for many, a paradise of honor, a paradise of Elysium, and you are one of them. ”

Ernoldon shook his head.

"Okay, let's talk about it."

"Don't laugh at me, Monsieur de Luenec," said Ernochone; "You seem to have the thread in your hands to manipulate most of us, so please at least do me a favor and don't let Lord Ernoton de Carmen play in the puppet show."

"There's more to help you, Mr. Viscount." "Of all the men, I distinguish you two at first sight, your eyes are noble and gentle, and the eyes of the young man over there are treacherous and gloomy. ”

"...... are you talking about?"

"Mr. de Santa Malina."

"What is the reason for this distinction, sir? If I don't ask that way, I don't seem overly curious. ”

"It's because I know you, that's all."

"Me?" Ernaux was surprised and said, "You know me?"

"You and him, him and all those present."

"It's weird."

"Yes, but it's necessary."

"Why is this necessary?"

"For a leader should know his men."

"And ...... these people?"

"Tomorrow will be my soldiers."

"I thought Monsieur de Epenton was ......"

"Shhhh Don't mention the name here, or even no one here; Prick up your ears and keep your mouth shut, and since I promise to help you everywhere, take this advice as a little favor for you in the first place. ”

"Thank you, sir." Ernnothorn said.

Luvanek rubbed his lips and stood up.

"Gentlemen," he said, "since forty-five of our fellow countrymen happen to be gathered here, let us fill this Spanish wine and toast to the success of all of you!"

The proposal provoked a round of enthusiastic applause.

"Most people are drunk," Luvaniek said to Elnoton; "It's no better to take this opportunity to ask everyone to tell us about their experiences, but unfortunately we don't have time."

Then he raised his voice and said:

"Hey! Boss Fournichon told all the women, children, and servants to go out. ”

Radil muttered to his feet; She hadn't finished her after-dinner snack yet.

Militor sat still.

"I don't hear the code ?......over there," said Luaniek, glancing with an irrefutable look, "all right, all right, go to the kitchen, Mr. Militore." ”

After a while, only forty-five guests and Monsieur de Luenec remained in the dining room.

"Gentlemen," said Luenek, "each of you knows, or at least guesses, who called you to Paris. Good, good. Don't call out his name; You all know in your hearts that that's enough. And ye know that ye have come to obey his send. ”

There was a buzz of approval throughout the restaurant; However, since each man knew only what was concerning him, and did not know that the people in the seat were driven here by the same force as him, they were all surprised to look at each other face to face.

"All right," said Luenek; "Look at each other later, gentlemen. Don't worry, you'll have time to get to know each other. Then you have come to obey the man's message. Do you all admit that?"

"Yes! yes!" Forty-five shouted, "We all admit it." ”

"Well, the first thing you are to do," continued Loisk, "is to go out quietly from this inn and stay in the lodging appointed to you. ”

"Designated for all?" San Malina asked.

"Designated for all."

"We've all been called here, we're all equal here?" Pedica went on to say that his legs were no longer steady, and that he had to hook his arms around Chalabeul's neck in order to keep his center of gravity balanced.

"Beware," said Shalabour, "you crumpled my jacket. ”

"Yes, we are all equal," said Luenek, "and we are all equal before the will of our master." ”

"Oh! Oh! "Sir," said Carman, blushing, "I am sorry that no one has told me that Monsieur de Epenton is my master. ”

"Wait a minute."

"That's not what I understood at the time."

"You'd better wait, damn tough head melon!"

Hearing this, most of the people fell silent out of curiosity, and the other part also fell silent because they were very impatient.

"I haven't told you who your master is, gentlemen......"

"Yes," said Santa Malina; "But you've already said we're going to have a master."

"Everyone will have a master!" Lubanek exclaimed; "If your spirit is so haughty that you are not satisfied with the gentleman you have just mentioned, then think of it again; Far from forbidding you to think so, I agree with you. ”

"King," said Kamange in a low voice.

"Don't be silent," said Luanek, "you have come to obey orders, so obey, for the time being, read a command aloud, Monsieur Ernoton." ”

Ernochon took the parchment handed to him by Monsieur de Luenec, opened it slowly, and read it aloud:

"With your Majesty's consent, I order de Luignac to go and command the forty-five gentlemen whom I have summoned in Paris. Nogaret de la Vallet, Duke de Apernon"

All men, drunk and sane, stood up and bowed; If anything, it's that the balance of the body when you stand up is very much better.

"Well, you all heard," said Monsieur de Luenec; "From now on, you will be at my command. The companions and family you have brought with you are here to stay here, and the boss of Fournichon will take care of them, and I will send someone to pick them up later; Now, you set off at once: the ship is waiting. ”

"Boat?" All the Gasconians repeated; "We're going by boat?"

They exchanged glances with curiosity.

"Not bad," said Luvaniek, "you have to go by boat." Isn't it necessary to cross the river to get to Louver Palace?"

"To Louver Palace! To Louver Palace!" These Gasconians whispered excitedly. "Fuck! Shall we go to Louver Palace?"

Lubanek left the table. Let forty-five guards pass by, count them like sheep, and then lead them straight to Nesleta.

There were three large sampans, each full of fifteen men, and soon off shore.

"What the hell are you going to do with Officer Luf?" The most daring men questioned each other, and they were sobered up by the cool breeze on the river, and most of them were thinly dressed. It was getting late, and the scrap metal merchant was in a hurry, and when Samiel came out of the inn, he had already walked about thirty paces.

So Samiel had to shout at the vendors.

The vendor paused a little worriedly, and glanced sharply at the man who was coming towards him; But when he saw that the man who was chasing him was carrying the goods, he made up his mind.

"What's the matter, my friend?" He asked.

"Hey! yes!" The attendant said with a clever look, "I'm here to do business with you." ”

"Okay, then, let's do it quickly."

"Are you in a hurry to leave?"

"Yes."

"Ahh You've got to give me a breather, hell!"

"That's fine, but I've got to catch my breath quickly, they're waiting for me."

Apparently the vendor was wary of his follower.

"When you see what I have brought you," said the attendant, "you will not be in a hurry to leave, for I see that you are a man of love." ”

"What did you bring me?"

"A great piece of goods, that workmanship...... But you're not listening to me?"

"No, I'm watching."

"See what?"

"Don't you know, my friend," said the man who bought the breastplate, "that the king's decree forbids the buying and selling of weapons?"

As he spoke, he looked around uneasily.

The attendant thought to himself that it was better to pretend not to know.

"I, I don't know anything," he said, "I'm from Mont de Marsan." ”

"Ahh Then that's another matter," said the breastplate dealer, and his attendant's reply seemed to reassure him a little, "but, even if you call Mont de Marsan, do you know that I buy weapons?"

"yes, I know."

"Who told you?"

"Hell! Where else can I tell me? You yelled loud enough just now. ”

"Where?"

"At the entrance of the 'Sword of the Pride Knight' Inn,"

"And where were you just now?"

"Yes."

"With whom?"

"With a large group of friends."

"With a large group of friends? The inn doesn't usually have any guests. ”

"Then you must have noticed that it's very different now?"

"That's true. But where did all these friends come from?"

"Call Gasconi, just like me."

"You are the people of the King of Navarre?"

"Look at what you said! We are French through and through. ”

"Okay, then the Huguenots?"

"Thank God, we are Catholics like our Holy Father, the Pope," said Samier, taking off his hat; But what does it have to do with that? We're talking about this breastplate. ”

"I'm sorry, let's move closer to the wall; Standing in the middle of the street is too easy to be seen. ”

They walked a few steps and stopped at a nice-looking house with no light in the window.

The door of this house has a cloak on top of it, which is shaped like a balcony. There is a stone bench at the front of the house, which is the only decoration.

This bench is both useful and flattering, as it serves as a stepping platform for passers-by to ride a mule or mount a horse.

"Let's take a look at this breastplate," said the vendor as they reached under the cornice.

"Whoa."

"Wait a minute, I feel the sound of someone walking around the house."

"No, it's on the other side."

The vendor turned.

Sure enough, there was a three-story house opposite, and the lights on the third floor sometimes leaked out of the light.

"Let's hurry," said the vendor, touching his breastplate.