The next day, Zhang Ang took Arnold out of the city, found a place on the beach near the pier, and practiced internal skills. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Sure enough, after practicing all morning, no one came to disturb them, let alone attack.

After practicing internal skills, Zhang Ang went to the Earl's Court early.

Miss Sophie was sitting in her study writing something.

"I just went to church in the morning. Bishop Martin promised not to blame the past. Miss Sophie didn't lift her head.

"He agreed so easily?" asked Zhang Ang.

"What if you don't agree, just a little bishop. Miss Sophie spoke contemptuously.

"But the Earl, he seems to be very reluctant to offend Bishop Martin. Zhang Ang was puzzled.

"My father is my father, I am me, my father is always cautious, everything is balanced, everything is perfect, such a character, it is enough to keep it, but it is not enterprising enough. Consistent compromise and forbearance will not bring about family revival. I think we should be more domineering and direct, so that I don't get knocked on the door. And although our Marceau family is now down, it is not something that such a small bishop can humiliate. Miss Sophie wasn't worried.

"Ah, I've heard that the Holy See is a behemoth, and it's not good for me and the Holy See to have a hard top. Zhang Ang still had some doubts.

"My Marceau family is not without background, who do you think founded the Rose Sword Academy in the imperial capital. Besides, the Holy See will not make a big deal about such a trivial matter. Miss Sophie dispelled Zhang Ang's concerns.

"I always feel like I'm eating soft rice. Zhang Ang muttered to himself.

"What did you say?" said Miss Sophie, looking up.

"It's nothing, I said you're so nice to me. Zhang Ang hurriedly explained.

"Oh, of course, in short, you just need to obediently follow my arrangement, it's fine, don't think about anything else. Miss Sophie emphasized.

"Okay. "Zhang Ang is only resigned.

"Let's go cook. Miss Sophie sent Zhang Ang away.

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After that, Zhang Ang's life suddenly became regular.

He went out of the city in the morning to practice internal skills, went to the Earl's Court in the afternoon to be abused, and went home in the evening to sort out his business, and lived a very fulfilling life.

In this way, even after half a month, Zhang Ang feels that he is much stronger, and when he is in good condition, he can also fight with Miss Sophie a few times.

With the passage of time, the weather is getting colder day by day, this day, early in the morning, Zhang Ang was angry, rubbing his hands, ready to go out, but found that there was a person waiting at the door.

The man had brilliant blond hair, a blue cotton robe, a heavy cloak, and a horse of colour in his hand, and a pitch-black spear on his back.

It was the musketeer d'Artagnan.

"Master Musketeer, what is the matter with me?" asked Zhang Ang.

"I'm leaving. D'Artagnan's tone was very lonely.

"Ah, where are you going?" Zhang Ang couldn't figure out the situation for a while.

"It's winter, it's Christmas soon, Paris might be a little chaotic, I'm going back. D'Artagnan's voice was a little muffled.

"So you're here to say goodbye, does Sophie know you're leaving?" asked Zhang Ang.

"I haven't told her yet, you can help me talk to her. With that, d'Artagnan led his horse and walked towards the city gate, looking very depressed.

Suddenly, he stopped, turned around, and shouted, "You take good care of Sophie for me, if I hear you bully her, I will never let you go!"

Zhang Ang couldn't help complaining in his heart: You have to be reasonable, it's obvious that she bullies me every day, are you blind?

Seeing that the rival in love who was dangling in front of him every day suddenly left, Zhang Ang couldn't help but feel a little lost.

I clearly said that I want to prove that I am destined to belong, so don't give up so easily. His Majesty the Emperor has a master around him, and there is no shortage of you. Come back quickly, we'll fight for three hundred rounds.

Zhang Ang held back a lot of words in his heart, but in the end he still didn't say it.

Zhang Ang thought about it on the spot, and didn't go outside the city to practice internal skills, and went straight to the Earl's Palace.

As soon as he entered the study, Zhang Ang got straight to the point: "D'Artagnan, he just said goodbye to me, and he said that he was going back to Paris. ”

Miss Sophie was writing something on her desk, and she raised her head when she heard the voice: "Ah......hh

She was silent for a moment, then lowered her head again: "Okay, I see. ”

The two were silent, Miss Sophie lowered her head, but the tip of the pen was not moving, and Zhang Ang didn't know what Miss Sophie was thinking, so in order to relieve the embarrassment, she had to say goodbye and leave.

The man's sixth sense tells Jang that Miss Sophie is not without a crush on d'Artagnan. But for one reason or another, they still couldn't get together in the end, and the original talented and beautiful pair was made in heaven, so Lao Yan flew together. Miss Sophie, a beautiful woman like a flower, cheapened herself for no reason.

Thinking of this, Zhang Ang hurriedly came back to his senses: although Miss Sophie is as beautiful as a flower, has an elegant temperament, and has strong martial arts, she must hold on to it, and she must keep her heart, and she must not be lost to her mind and take up her chastity.

The construction of the atrium was strengthened again, and Zhang Ang once again devoted himself to the intense life of practicing martial arts.

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When he returned home in the evening, Zhang Ang picked up the ledger recorded by old Ivan and looked at it.

"Why is the occupancy rate of this hotel room so high recently?" asked Zhang Ang.

"Well, this Christmas is coming, and some pious nobles outside the city have rushed to the city to prepare for the Christmas holy prayer assembly. Old Ivan explained.

"What is the Holy Prayer Assembly?" Zhang Ang was puzzled.

"Every Christmas, the church organizes a large prayer for the whole city, which is the largest prayer meeting in the city every year, and anyone who is a member of the Dokki religion participates. Both nobles and commoners would rush to the city early to prepare for the Holy Prayer Assembly. Old Ivan explained again.

"Then Bishop Martin will also come forward?" Zhang Ang thought to himself.

Of course, Bishop Martin will lead the people to pray together, and there will be many believers who will offer a lot of sacrifices, and Bishop Martin will also bless them in turn. "Old Ivan seemed to know a lot about it.

"Then what is the specific process of this holy prayer meeting?" asked Zhang Ang patiently.

"Ah, everybody ...... first," Old Ivan patiently explained.

After listening to Old Ivan's explanation, Zhang Ang also made a draft in his heart.

Revenge is such a thing, sooner rather than later.

Bishop Martin has a high position, he can harm people's whole families, he can hunt down and kill the other party's heirs, he can give face to people who are also high and powerful, and he can lightly give a sentence of "not to blame in the past", but Zhang Ang does not intend to "not blame the past".

Originally, Bishop Martin had always lived in seclusion, rarely appeared in front of people, and the people he could meet were all believers with heads and faces. It's a shame not to use it for revenge as such a good opportunity now.

Zhang Ang went through the plan over and over again in his heart, carefully counted the props on hand, secretly prepared some clothes, and quietly waited for the arrival of Christmas.

Yes, Zhang Ang decided to make a big news on Christmas Day, at the Holy Prayer Conference that was watched by the whole city.