The musketeer is a martial arts profession unique to France, and it is also the representative of France's highest martial arts strength. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The Musketeers, made up of musketeers, were the personal guards of His Majesty the Emperor of France, and were personally captained by His Majesty the Emperor.

Musketeers were selected to be not only talented, but also to be of good background and to swear eternal allegiance to the Emperor of France.

The de facto leader of the Muskets, de Treville, was the third most powerful figure in all of France, after His Majesty the Emperor of France and His Excellency the Cardinal Patriarch of France, who guarded France by the Holy See.

Every member of the musket team had to go through the most rigorous tests, undergo the most rigorous training, carry out the most dangerous missions, and protect the most important dignitaries.

Each of them had to trade their irrefutable combat achievements and rock-solid loyalty for the opportunity to learn the highest martial art in the whole of France, "Spearmanship - Rose in the Flames".

When he was 15 years old, d'Artagnan left his hometown of Gascony, took 15 gold francs, an old horse, and a letter of recommendation, and went to the national capital, Paris, and embarked on the road to becoming a musketeer.

He is innocent: his father is a retired musketeer and has a close relationship with the current acting captain of the musketeers, de Treville. The letter of recommendation was written by d'Artagnan's father to His Excellency de Treville.

He was exceptionally talented: during his training he won first place in all his disciplines, breaking several previous records and winning the praise of most of his instructors. In the shortest time ever, he became an official musketeer.

He was a man of great merit: together with other famous musketeers, he smashed one conspiracy after another against France, defeated one powerful and dangerous enemy after another, and played a great and indispensable role in all the operations in which he participated, and was trusted by his companions.

He traveled extensively: with his hard work, tenacity, and humor, he made many friends who were like-minded, including the three musketeers of the martial saint class, the highest armed force in France: Ados, Bordos, and Aramis.

As soon as he turned 20 years old, d'Artagnan had the strength of a martial arts master, and everyone who knew him said: "In the near future, France will have a fourth musket martial saint." ”

And now, this talented celebrity, who is hot in Paris and even in France, is struggling with his love.

In a simple small room, in the dim candlelight, the three martial saints admired by all of France were talking about something around a blonde-haired young man.

However, looking at their tone and expression, they are not talking about those unbelievable martial arts experience, tricks, and martial arts discussions.

The first to speak was a mild-mannered middle-aged man: "Oh, poor little d'Artagnan, this marriage is not a good thing, that lady may indeed be a beautiful rose, but marriage means that you will give up this whole garden for this flower, which is undoubtedly foolish, I advise you to dismiss this idea sooner rather than later." ”

The blond-haired young man retorted, "You don't understand, when I first saw her, I was captured by her, she was so charming, so dazzling, completely different from other noble ladies, she is my Venus, the person I want to be with for life." I am willing to give up this whole garden for her sake. ”

After making a declaration of love, his tone became low: "It's just that she's such a thorny rose, I've attacked several times, but she still doesn't want to respond to me, even if it gives me a smile, is it wrong for me to do something?"

Another well-dressed middle-aged man comforted her: "No, d'Artagnan, you are the finest young man I have ever met, and in all of Paris, I don't know how many beautiful aristocratic ladies want to marry you." It must be a matter of clothing. Look at you, how can you get the attention of a girl in this woolen training uniform all day long? You have to dress up more modestly. Like me, a gorgeous dress is all you need, and you have to wear a nice ribbon and a sword to match your status. Don't worry, I'll take you to your reliable tailor tomorrow. ”

"Oh, no, I think, it's not about the clothes, I find that she looks at me like someone else's eyes, she's not the kind of superficial woman who only cares about appearance, it must be that I don't have the qualities to attract her or don't behave well enough. The blonde youth felt a little sorry for himself.

The mild-mannered middle-aged man once again advised: "In my many years of experience in Paris, it is not easy to deal with this cold iceberg-shaped thorny rose, you have to be more patient, spend more time, money and energy." I think that if you really fall in love with this lady, you can't stay in the martial arts training ground all the time in the future, you should be closer to her, stay with her longer, and let her get used to having you by your side. After you slowly melt the ice on her surface, I will arrange for you to perform a few more heroic rescues, and you will almost be able to capture her heart. ”

"Shall I try it first?" the blonde youth hesitated.

The middle-aged man, who was the oldest and looked the most calm and reliable, spoke: "That's it, d'Artagnan, your current strength can't be improved by training all the time in the martial arts arena. Now the city is quite peaceful, I'll give you a vacation, you take advantage of the opportunity and harvest love as soon as possible. After all, you are still a young man, you must have the courage to pursue love, don't be like me, spend your whole life on gunsmithing, in the end, alas, ......"

"Okay! I will work hard, and please come to my wedding when the time comes!"

Early the next morning, d'Artagnan arrived at the Rose Swordsmanship Academy in the west of Paris, which was a famous swordsmanship school in France, which only admitted nobles and their children, and there were more female students and fewer male students.

D'Artagnan searched the entire Rose Sword Academy, but he couldn't find the girl who caught his heart.

He had no choice but to ask an acquaintance, "Do you know where that Miss Sophie of Marceau has gone? ”

"Oh, Miss Sophie, she's packed up and gone home this morning, and she must have just left the south gate by now. ”

"Do you know where Miss Sophie's hometown is?"

"It is said that the city of Luntu in the south is a small seaside town by the sea, and Miss Sophie is the daughter of the city lord's family. ”

"Oh, thank you, come back and invite you for a drink. As he spoke, d'Artagnan mounted his horse and galloped away.

He first went to the musket team to make a leave report, and then rode straight to the south gate of Paris, chasing his sweetheart.