After selling it, Miss Sophie continued: "The third channel is to sell to various martial arts academies, most of these martial arts academies are not short of money, as long as the martial arts cheats are clear, they can generally be sold for a good price." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"Ah, how do you sell it to those academies, is there any way?" Zhang Ang hurriedly asked.

Miss Sophie looked at him, but did not speak.

Zhang Ang also looked at Miss Sophie, not knowing what she was selling.

Suddenly, Zhang Ang patted his head and said, "You mean, sell this swordsmanship to you? I remember all, you said that the Rose Swordsmanship Academy in Paris was opened by your family." ”

"What my family opened, our Marceau family is only the founder, and we can't completely dominate the entire academy. However, I do want you to sell me this sword technique and sell it to us at the Rose Swordsmanship Academy. Miss Sophie admitted.

"Then, how much is this sword technique worth?" asked Zhang Ang with some embarrassment.

Doing business with acquaintances is such a dilemma, the asking price is too high, I am afraid that others will say that you are ripe, the asking price is low, and it is easy to lose money.

Miss Sophie looked at his embarrassed appearance and said with a smile: "Okay, I don't want you for nothing, let's come at the market price, your swordsmanship has almost reached the level of "supreme martial arts", this level of martial arts is basically priceless in the market, I will give you the price of some "supreme martial arts" at the Paris auction, the general "supreme martial arts" are almost between 500,000 and 1 million, and the top ones can exceed 2 million, your "Eighteen Mountain Swordsmanship" Although the idea is peculiar, the power is not bad, even if it is 1 million gold francs, how about it. ”

This price has far exceeded Zhang Ang's expectations, and he nodded again and again: "Okay, this price is very fair, I don't have any problems." ”

"But since it's business, I thought, I need to see the original. Miss Sophie said lightly.

"Ah, what, what an original. Zhang Ang was a little panicked.

"Obviously, your ink hasn't dried yet, and many sentences have grammatical problems, and these move images are not the same as the paper used for writing. Before you show me this pile, can't you think about it and do it a little more decently. You've made it so obvious, it's hard for me to pretend I didn't see it. Miss Sophie expressed her hatred for not making steel.

In desperation, Zhang Ang decided to believe Miss Sophie once, took out the "Eighteen Plates of Mount Tai" that he cut out of his arms, and handed it over.

"Hey, what kind of text is this, how come I've never seen it? This missing part is consistent with those images, but I can't read the text, can you explain it?" Miss Sophie wondered.

"Well, I saved the old man, he taught me this kind of writing, and he also gave me the cheats, well, that's it. Zhang Ang began to continue to make things up.

"Then tell me what these words mean. Miss Sophie was clearly interested in the text.

"This kind of text is not read horizontally, but vertically, and the meaning of this first word is ......" Zhang Ang had no choice but to step forward and explain.

At the thought of teaching a zero-based girl to learn ancient Chinese, Zhang Ang felt that his head was too big.

Fortunately, after only teaching for a while, Miss Sophie's head was also bigger, she waved her hand, and said impatiently: "Forget it, forget it, it's the first time I've seen such a complex language, how can this little symbol have so many meanings, and it's up to you to learn it." In that case, you can translate it to me. ”

"Okay, this sentence is about ......," Zhang Ang translated directly.

Miss Sophie also took out a pen and paper, recorded it carefully, and discussed with Zhang Ang from time to time: "I don't think 'stabbing out' can be used here, it's better to use 'handing out', this is not an attack move, but a preparation for subsequent attacks, so you can't use 'stabbing' to express ......."

After Miss Sophie's proofreading and polishing, the translated text immediately became accurate and capable, and there was not much difference between the words and sentences of other martial arts cheats, and even the title of the book was changed to a more pleasant one.

The images of those moves were also redrawn by Miss Sophie, and the characters in it who she thought were "strange costumes" were replaced by Europa's foreign costume faces, and the moves were still the same as before, and Miss Sophie's painting level was very good.

The two of them worked hard all afternoon, and finally completed the Europa translation of "Eighteen Plates of Mount Tai" "The Connection between Eighteen Mountains and Swordsmanship".

Miss Sophie wiped the non-existent sweat from her forehead and said with relief, "Ah, it's finally done, so that our deal is officially completed." ”

After that, he returned the messy manuscript of "Eighteen Plates of Mount Tai" and Zhang Ang to him.

continued: "If you want money, I'll give it to you in a few days, okay, I don't have that much cash on hand right now." ”

Zhang Ang hurriedly agreed: "It's okay, you can give the money whenever you want, I'm not in a hurry to use it now." ”

"Then can I ask, what do you need so much money for? Of course, if it's inconvenient to speak, I won't force it. Miss Sophie asked curiously.

"This, it's a secret of mine, I'm sorry I can't tell you. I think each of us has to keep some secrets. After thinking about it, Zhang Ang decided not to make things up, but to be frank and straightforward.

But she didn't want to, Miss Sophie nodded approvingly: "Yes, I also agree with this, even if we will become husband and wife in the future, we should keep some secrets from each other and maintain a certain sense of mystery." ”

Zhang Ang repeatedly expressed his agreement with her views, and praised Miss Sophie's open-mindedness.

In the cathedral of Luntu, three deacons dressed in black and white were arguing.

"Deacon Montgomery, didn't you send the letter to the Holy City a long time ago, and the Inquisitor has not yet arrived?" said the tall and thin Deacon Puran.

"How do I know this, I traveled overnight, day and night, and handed over the letter to the court as soon as possible, but they only said that it would be dealt with as soon as possible, but they did not say when they would come, and they refused to give me a letter of approval, so I had to come back first. Montgomery, a middle-aged man, was also indignant.

"I think it's better to remove the blockade first, now the garbage in the city is piling up, and the nobles and commoners are complaining, if this continues, there will be a plague if it is not guaranteed. The elderly deacon voiced his concerns.

"Indeed, it can't go on like this, it's been so many days, and the Inquisitor hasn't come, so we'll withdraw some tomorrow first, at least get the garbage out. The middle-aged deacon agreed.

"What if the Assassin escapes in the garbage, I think we'll have to wait for the Inquisitor to come and talk about it, isn't there no plague yet? The tall and thin deacon disagreed.

......

While the three of them were arguing, the church door opened, and a man wrapped in a large black cloak walked in.

He took off the hood from his head, revealing an angular, resolute, swarthy face, which looked like a black man.

His tone was firm as a rock, "My name is Clark, the High Inquisitor, and I'm in charge of handling this assassination. ”