Albert is having a pretty good time these days. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

On the recommendation of Knight Jerry, he became a small staff member of the Marquis's Palace, helping the Marquis with some business matters.

The Marquis de Serra, the lord of Lyon, owns a large vineyard and four or five large wineries, and is a well-known wine merchant in Lyon and the whole of France. As a staff member of the Marquis of Serra's business, he naturally has a lot of commissions and a high status, which is a real fat shortage.

At the end of the day, Albert decided to go to the tavern for a drink. Walking around the cellar every day, Albert naturally has no shortage of wine to drink, but he just likes the atmosphere of the tavern.

After a while, he came to the Nightingale Bar, which he frequented, which was large and lively, and the wine was not mixed with water, and the waiters were relatively open. Although there is a mix of people from all walks of life, Albert really likes to come here and drink and fart with a few friends who have become familiar with him.

Today's Nightingale Bar is also full of people and noisy.

"Bring me a glass of barley wine first. Albert sat down on an empty seat at the bar and said to an acquaintance next to him, "Is there anything new in town lately?"

"It's still the same as before, a group of people are arguing about whether it is better to support the royalists or the revolutionary. If there's a big thing, there's a funny thing tomorrow. The acquaintance next to him took a sip of wine and said.

"What's so funny?" Albert asked, his eyes lit up with interest.

"Haha, tomorrow there is an opening ceremony, a group of cooks, they actually want to open a martial arts academy, don't you think it's funny?" The acquaintance laughed.

"Ah, the cooks, are they the cooks of the French Culinary Society?" asked Albert.

"It should be, there should be such a bunch of cooks in the city. The acquaintance spared his head.

"If it's them, then it's not a joke, people are strong. Albert sold off.

"How strong, how strong?" the acquaintance clearly disagreed.

"Yes, a bunch of cooks, how strong can they be, is it stronger than my Rhône Academy?" a sailor next to him was obviously unconvinced.

"Well...... Alberta grew out of his voice and took a slow sip of wine, before he slowly spoke under the eyes of everyone: "It's probably the first college of Lyon, so strong." ”

"How is it possible! Our First Academy of Lyon is obviously our Lyon Commercial Guard Academy, and our dean is a master of the Grand Master level! Except for the Marquis and the Archbishop, he is the most powerful in the city! Now that the Archbishop has taken people to Paris, he is the second best master in the city! How can a group of cooks be compared to our Academy?" A bearded guard next to him was even more unconvinced.

"Hey, not necessarily, you know what I do. Albert asked rhetorically.

"Aren't you just helping the Marquis sell wine, hurry up and let it go. The acquaintance was most unaccustomed to Albert's pretense, and pushed him, and said.

"I'm from the Marquis's family, and I also have a friendship with the Marquis's son-in-law, Jerry Knight, so I naturally know some things that you don't know. Albert saw that there were more people gathered around him, so he stopped and took a sip of his wine.

In the curious eyes of everyone, he said slowly: "About half a year ago, the president of the French Culinary Association was called ...... Well...... That's right, it's called Bernard, this master Bernard, he is a chef from Paris, and he is also the president of the original Paris Culinary Association, and he took two people to our city lord's mansion to apply for an academy. Albert took another slow sip of tea.

"At that time, the city lord summoned the heads of the large and small colleges in the city to discuss this matter, after all, although the city of Lyon is large, the genius with high talent in martial arts is still limited, and this newly opened academy is also a formal graduate school, so it is naturally competing for talents with everyone, and these people in charge of the city academy listened, of course they disagreed, and they all said that they would not let him open it. Albert placed the empty glass on the bar.

"Since everyone is against it, how can they open the hospital tomorrow?" someone couldn't help but ask.

"Good question, of course, they were all convinced. This Master Bernard is not only the top in cooking, but also extremely powerful in martial arts, and he is a true grandmaster-level powerhouse! The first person to come to the stage was beaten like a spinning top, and the whole audience spun around, and finally passed out, and that person is the dean of your Rhône Academy!" Albert pointed to the sailor, unceremoniously.

The sailor's face immediately flushed, and he stopped speaking.

"But, but our Abbot Jasper is also a Grand Master, a legend of our City of Lyon, and the leader of our mercenary guards, didn't he stand up against it?" the guard stammered.

"Of course I stood up and opposed it, but I was also convinced, even if the realm is the same, there is a gap in this strength, I don't know the specific situation, anyway, the dean of your family lost, and he lost very quickly, very above board. Albert picked up a second glass of barley wine.

"How is this possible? Our dean is not one of those wastes who only have the realm but no strength, he has traveled from south to north for so many years, and all his martial arts have been practiced in life and death struggles, how can he lose to a cook? You must be a liar!" the guard's eyes widened, and his face was in disbelief.

His friend next to him also spoke: "That's it, it must be a lie, how come we have never heard such a big news? It must have been made up by you, how could Dean Jasper lose to a cook?"

"Yes, this person must be a liar, in this nonsense bragging, grandstanding, everyone disperses. Someone looked disdainful.

"Hey, then you say, if I made it up, then why is there that opening ceremony tomorrow? "Albert asked aloud, as he drank the wine from his glass.

"Maybe they're making money. "Someone said.

"Yes, cook, after all, he has some family background, and he may buy off the city lord. Someone agreed.

"There must be some contracts with other colleges, how much money is sponsored to other colleges every year, and so on. "There are people who think broadly.

"Anyway, even if the academy is opened, it is still a small academy, how can it be compared to our Lyon Commercial Guard Academy?"

......

"How about we make a bet?" Albert said loudly, suppressing the noise around him.

"Bet on what?" said the guard proudly.

"Tomorrow I happen to be free, and then we will go together to see if this opening ceremony is a small fight, and see if this cook's academy is the first in Lyon. Albert's voice was full of confidence.

"Okay, bet on the whole bar tomorrow, how about it?"

"Then it's settled!" Albert readily agreed.