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After the laughter and enthusiastic celebration, Zhang Ang left the auditorium alone and returned to his cabin.

Albert, on the other hand, had been waiting in the house for a long time.

Looking at Albert, who was pacing around the room, like ants on a hot pot, Zhang Ang walked in, took out a bottle of wine from his arms, and took out a glass and poured it for him: "Don't worry, sit down and talk slowly, we have time." ”

"This ...... This ...... "has always been very eloquent, and Albert, who is very eloquent, seems very hesitant.

"It's okay, we've always been good friends, if you have any questions, you can ask them directly, come one by one, and I'll answer them one by one." Zhang Ang was now full of confidence and said with a smile.

"You, this, are you here in Leon?" After a moment of silence, Albert asked the first question.

"I came with the Paris Culinary Association, and I'm a member of the association. Zhang Ang took a sip of wine and replied.

"When did you become a member of this culinary association, aren't you practicing swords?" Albert also let go of his inhibitions, and his tone was much more relaxed.

"It's a long story, actually, I always felt that I wasn't good at sword training, and then by chance, I found out that I was extremely talented in cooking, so I joined the association. Zhang Ang's words were half-true.

"Then you are really a martial arts master now?" After hesitating for a while, Albert couldn't help but ask the most urgent question to know.

"Well, yes. Zhang Ang generously admitted.

"But, but how is this possible? I remember that you were a full-fledged warrior last year, and you crossed three major ranks in more than a year, how could you have been promoted so quickly?" Albert opened his mouth wide.

"I thought it was impossible, it felt like a dream, but you can see it, it's true. However, the specific situation is a secret of the academy, and it is inconvenient for me to tell you, you can see that the martial arts of our academy are more magical. Zhang Ang unceremoniously put all the blame on the college.

How could there be such a magical martial arts, Albert complained silently in his heart, but he still didn't plan to delve into it: "Then you will always be in this Michelin academy in the future?"

"Yes, Dean Bernard is my teacher, I am a disciple of the academy, and I may also be a teacher of the academy in the future, so I will always be in the academy in the future. Zhang Ang assured.

With a long sigh, Albert seemed to have put down a big stone in his heart, and his tone became more relaxed: "I should stay in Lyon in the future, and I will come to you for a drink when I have time in the future." ”

"Okay, no problem. Zhang Ang agreed, although he had some guesses, but he still asked rhetorically: "Oh, by the way, why did you come to Leon too, didn't you go to the city wall with a group of people?"

"Well, it's a long story, and you don't believe it, at the time,......" Albert recalled.

The Mansion of the Lord of Lyon.

The lamp was lit in the splendid study, and the Marquis of Serra paced up and down under the lamp, looking a little anxious.

The wind stirred up the candles, and the shadow of the Marquis of Serra swayed with the flickering of the candles.

He didn't have to wait long, and his most trusted subordinate, who was also his son-in-law, Jerry Knight, led a man in a brown hooded cloak into the study.

"Tell me, what's the matter with me?" said Marquis Serra's tone with a very serious tone.

The cloaked man lifted the hood on his head, revealing a youthful face, and he smiled faintly: "I also want to ask, what did the Marquis summon me for?"

"You've been begging to see me!" said Marquis Serra, looking a little angry.

"Oh, after so many days of begging to see me, Lord Marquis, you are finally willing to see me, and it seems that my sincerity has worked. The handsome young man was still smiling.

"Tell me, what do you want?" said Marquis Serra, as if to suppress his anger.

"What we want has always been clear, and the Marquis must have understood it too. The young man in the cloak did not answer directly.

"I don't know, I don't know what your revolutionary army wants. The Marquis de Serra flatly denied it.

"Well, let me introduce myself, Eugène de Beauharnet, the stepson of the great Marshal Napoleon. On behalf of the French Revolutionary Army, I make a formal request to you, Marquis de Serra, that you may lead the nobles and soldiers of the city of Lyon to Marseille to support our revolutionary army! The young man bowed deeply and pulled out a letter.

The Marquis of Serra did not speak, but took the letter, tore open the fire paint on the seal, and took out the letter paper and read it.

After a long while, he put down the letter and said with difficulty: "Actually, I really want to help you, but now that the royalists have the advantage, I can't completely bet on your side." But I won't say nothing, I will secretly prepare a batch of supplies to support you, weapons, food, and medicine, and I won't let you run in vain. ”

"We don't need these supplies, we just want you to send troops!" The young man clearly had no intention of compromising or taking it when he saw it.

"Young man, don't be too greedy, I gave you these supplies for the sake of Marshal Napoleon's face, and it is absolutely impossible to send troops!"

The young man didn't refute, but said lightly: "A month ago, the Archbishop of Lyon led a group of nobles and their private soldiers to leave Lyon, do you know where they went?"

"How do I know about these believers, maybe they went on a pilgrimage to the Holy City. The Marquis of Serra pretended to be confused.

"They went to Paris! After training, they went straight to Marseille! Now, they may be fighting our revolutionary army. The young man unceremoniously punctured the lie and told the truth.

"I can't control the affairs of those cultists, they can go wherever they want. The Marquis of Sierra continued to stiff-mouthed.

"The nobles taken away by the Bishop account for about thirty percent of the nobles in the whole city of Lyon, and as the ruler of the city of Lyon, there are actually thirty percent of the nobles that you can't control?" the young man's tone was stern, more like a question.

"Are you questioning me? Which city is not like this, which of our city lords can manage those pious nobles who believe in the Martial Gods?" the Marquis of Serra's tone was full of anger again.

"What if the royalists win?" said the young man's voice.

"What?" the Marquis of Serra was a little unresponsive.

If the royalists win and completely defeat our revolutionary party, and find a way to drive out the British and rule France, how much do you think you will be able to manage in the future?" The young man's voice suddenly burst out, as if he was attacking.

"I, I am the lord of the city canonized by the Emperor of France himself, of course, of course, of ......" Marquis Serra's tone suddenly weakened, and he couldn't say anything.

"There is no emperor in France now! The one in Paris is just a puppet! A puppet of the Holy See! We know this, and you know it. Therefore, I ask you once again to send troops, for the future of France, and for the sake of you, to be able to truly control all the nobles in the city, and to be a real lord of the city. The young man's words were like a fire that wanted to ignite the whole grassland.