In the dimly lit room, the curtains were slammed open. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The harsh sunlight shone directly into the face of a young man lying on the floor, and he couldn't help but reach out to cover his eyes.

A tall figure walked around the room, kicked open the wine bottles all over the floor, and picked up the young man who was spread on the floor.

An angry roar rang out in the small room: "D'Artagnan, you damn it, how much alcohol have you drunk?"

"No, not much, today I'm resting, let me, let me sleep. The young man replied slurred.

"Isn't it just a woman, look at your unproductive appearance! Tell me, what have you done since you came back, either drinking or sleeping, either sleeping or going out to fight, if you continue like this, you will be ruined!" suppressed anger in the voice of the tall figure.

"Bordos, you leave me alone, I want to sleep now!" the blonde youth struggled to break free from his large pincer-like hands.

"Hehe, sleep, I'll let you sleep!" the sturdy and tall Bordos carried d'Artagnan out of the room, and shoved him into the huge cistern outside.

The water suddenly overflowed from the tank, and d'Artagnan kept flapping in the water, but Bordos did not let go, just held it down.

"You're not done!" d'Artagnan shook his body, shattering the tank to pieces.

Bordos also let go of his hand, and watched d'Artagnan sit down in a puddle of confusion.

"Are you sober, go change your clothes and follow me when you're sober!" Bordos ordered sternly.

"Ah, let's go, there's a mission, what mission?" d'Artagnan's tone suddenly became formal.

"Follow me to security!" Bordos was blunt.

"Where to go, what to protect?" d'Artagnan took off his wet clothes, the blazing internal force rolled on him, and the misty water vapor steamed up from his **** body.

"The Louvre, the auction. Bordos looked at d'Artagnan with a serious look and changed into his new samurai suit.

"This is Miss Elena, the beloved daughter of Grand Duke Holley, and now a high-ranking disciple of the Philharmonie. She is recognized as a lady and a famous lady in the entire Parisian aristocratic circle. Whether it is appearance, personality or martial arts, they are all first-class. D'Artagnan, you're about the same age, why don't you talk to each other?" said Bordos, with a smile on his face.

D'Artagnan never knew that the dignified Spear Warrior, one of the strongest men in France, would do such pimping things.

Looking at the delicate girl in front of him with her head down, clutching the corners of her clothes, and sneaking a glance at her from time to time, d'Artagnan felt a lot of pressure.

"Your Excellency d'Artagnan, I, I've always admired you. The girl's voice was soft, not much louder than that of mosquitoes, and gentle, with the little courage that the girl had managed to muster. But hearing it in d'Artagnan's ears made him uncomfortable, restless, and eager to escape.

In the face of d'Artagnan's silence, the girl finally mustered all her courage, raised her head, looked directly at the handsome and charming young warrior in front of her, and said very seriously: "I will know about every one of your deeds, you have thwarted the conspiracy of the Duke of Buckingham, and you have saved His Majesty the Emperor, you have defeated the villains of the Church of Skeletons, and kept the citizens away from their butcher's knives...... You are our great hero in France, and you are my big hero, if, if you can......"

D'Artagnan didn't know what terrible things the girl in front of him would say next, so he quickly interrupted her: "I, I'm thirsty, I'll go get some water to drink." ”

With that, he hurriedly ran away, ran to the distant wine table, and pretended to pour the wine.

After pouring a glass of wine, d'Artagnan began to ponder how to escape from this damned auction and escape from that terrible Duke's young lady.

As he was thinking, a familiar shadow flashed through his field of vision.

D'Artagnan looked up sharply: a tall, graceful girl with long hair and a shawl, and a smile like a flower was talking to an old man with white hair.

That's Miss Sophie, that's the person he misses day and night, and he's thinking about it.

The bottle from which the wine had been poured was brought down, rolled off the table, and the wine flowed to the floor. The glass also fell with it and fell on the carpet. Miss Elena, who was not far away, cast a puzzled gaze. The tall and muscular Bordos smiled at the Duke of Holley and said something.

D'Artagnan didn't care about it, he only had the lovely man in front of him, and he strode forward towards Miss Sophie.

d'Artagnan's voice trembled a little, and even stammered a little: "Sue, Sophie, you, what, why did you come back?"

The lovely person in front of him looked back, the familiar gentle voice sounded in his ears, the faint fragrance of roses permeated around her, and the bright girl in front of him and the person in his memory merged together.

All of this was telling him that it was true, that it was not a dream, that the girl had come back and was standing in front of him.

D'Artagnan finally calmed down his excitement and asked with concern: "Sophie, why are you back, didn't you say that you won't go back to Paris again?" ”

"Didn't I just say it, I have now inherited the Marceau family, and now I teach at the academy, so naturally I will come back. Miss Sophie had no choice but to repeat what she had just said.

"Are you going to stay in Paris from now on?" asked d'Artagnan, impatiently.

"Well, it depends, but if nothing else, I'll stay in Paris forever. Miss Sophie thought for a moment.

"And what about your father and fiancé, are they here too?" continued d'Artagnan.

"After all, my father is the lord of the city, and he will come over after properly arranging the affairs of Luntu City. As for Baron Leonardo, he died. Miss Sophie looked a little sad.

"Ah, dead, how could it be, how did it die?" said d'Artagnan, surprised with a little joy.

"It was the inquisitor of the church, the legendary 'mercy one', who killed my fiancé. Miss Sophie's tone was sad, and she lowered her head as if to weep.

Seeing Miss Sophie like this, d'Artagnan panicked all of a sudden: "Don't be afraid, Sophie, what judges, mercy, we musketeers have seen a lot." No one can hurt you in Paris! I promise that I will avenge you!"

"Really, really?" asked Miss Sophie, red-eyed.

"Of course, but why did the Inquisitor kill Baron Leonardo?

"That's right, it's Christmas, and there's a holy prayer meeting going on in the church......," said Miss Sophie, with a hint of tears.

"These inquisitors are truly abominable, and they report indiscriminately that we have a whole bunch of muskets. It's just that because of the prestige of the Holy See, no action was taken. But don't worry, this time it's Clarke, the 'mercy', right, I'll check the information when I go back, and then find him and help you take revenge!" D'Artagnan felt that he was now full of endless power, and his heart was incomparably proud, and he immediately took it all and made a promise.