Rocamadour is a small village perched on a cliff, a tiny hamlet with only a few dozen homes. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

On the steep and bumpy mountain road, a black figure was trudging with difficulty, coughing violently as he walked, he reached out to cover his mouth, but bright red blood still spilled from the gap between his fingers.

He walked very slowly, and sometimes even had to lie down and use his hands and feet together to keep his shape. With great difficulty, he climbed the cliff and walked into the peaceful little village.

There had been no stranger in the village for a long time, the strong man chopping wood had put down his axe, the woman feeding the sheep had stopped, and the children of the village had their little heads peeking out of the stone windows, and everyone looked at the uninvited guest with curiosity.

The black figure ignored them, and he continued on his way, straight through the village, towards a higher place.

At the highest point of the cliff, against the mountain wall, there was a small stone hut, and outside the house was a half-man high stone wall.

A young man dressed in a thin linen garment was sitting on a wooden pier in the doorway, polishing a stone, preparing to base it against the wall.

The black figure walked over slowly, knelt on the ground in front of the young man, and his hoarse voice was full of grief: "I am the secret envoy of His Majesty the Emperor of France, and I am sending a letter to that lord on behalf of His Majesty the Emperor, this is my token." ”

The well-protected letter and a gold ring were handed over by him, and then kowtowed heavily outside the stone house, his voice was full of sadness: "The Holy See has slaughtered the entire French royal family, and now the foreign enemy is coming, the strong enemy is around, and there is also the Holy See inside the troubled court, France has reached the most critical moment, I am willing to ask the Lord to take action, turn the tide and save France!"

The young man walked slowly into the stone house in silence with the letter and ring, leaving only the mournful cry of the black-clad messenger outside.

At some point, the shouting stopped, and the kneeling messenger was dead with his head buried in his chest.

"Alas, I'm too old to move, so I'll leave this matter to you. The thin palm of the hand put down the letter, and the old voice was full of helplessness.

The young man who got down on one knee did not talk.

"From now on, you are the Roland of this generation, and I allow you to walk the world with a sword!" the old man stroked his disciple's forehead with one hand, drew a small cross, and waved lightly with the other.

Suddenly, a sword roar resounded through the heavens and the earth.

An indistinct sword shadow flew out of the towering mountain wall next to the stone house, flew into the stone house, and fell into the young man's hand.

The young man's face was resolute, and his voice was low, with some questions: "If the enemy is really the Holy See?"

"Then the enemy is the Holy See!"

In the Lord's Mansion in the city of Lyon, a grand wedding banquet is taking place.

Dignitaries and nobles, businessmen and wealthy people, and martial arts powerhouses gathered together to bless this marriage.

Under the auspices of the Honorable Archbishop, Miss Juno, daughter of the Marquis of Serra, the lord of the city, officially married the knight Jerry under the command of the Marquis.

After the solemn ceremony was held, it was time for the banquet.

A variety of delicacies, fruit and pastries are available, and the Marquis's own high-end wines are also available in unlimited quantities.

While enjoying the food, the guests talked about the marriage:

"Alas, this Jerry is really lucky, he can get the favor of Miss Marquis, and now he is on the rise. ”

"You don't understand this, it's not good luck, it's still a good trick. ”

"What means, doesn't he just rely on the handsomeness of the chief?"

"Look at Miss Juno's lower abdomen, is it a little discovered? People are smart, seize the opportunity, and make raw rice into cooked rice, and the marquis can't help it. ”

"It's okay to be handsome, it's good to be handsome, and all kinds of things take advantage."

"Today's food is good, and the style is different from the original. ”

"Of course it's different, it's the chefs from Paris, the food that the Parisian nobility eats. ”

"Chef in Paris, where did the Marquis find the chef in Paris? ”

"You don't know this, the entire Paris Culinary Association has moved to Lyon, merged with our Lyon Culinary Association, and is now renamed the French Culinary Association. ”

"Why did they move here, to escape the war?"

"That's a thing, but the main thing is that they want to run an academy. ”

"Academy? What academy does it teach how to cook?"

"Of course, it's a martial arts academy, and it's said that what kind of cooking is turned into martial arts, and people's ambitions are great. ”

"Martial Arts Academy?

"But isn't it, now, all cats and dogs come to open an academy and teach those ninth-rate martial arts, it's really a laughing person. ”

......

Clapping his hands, the Marquis silenced the banquet hall, cleared his throat, and said, "Everyone be quiet, let my daughter, Juno, come and tell you a few words." ”

Miss Juno, dressed in a white wedding dress, stepped onto the podium with a happy smile on her face, and her voice was extremely firm: "I am Juno Serra, the eldest daughter of the Marquis, and the wife of Jerry Knight. ”

After a pause, sweet memories began to flow: "Actually, I began to like Jerry Knight when I was very young, very, very much, every day I liked it more than the day before. Jerry doesn't like to talk very much, he has been practicing martial arts very hard since he was very young, I remember I was only eight years old that year, Jerry was only ten years old, I saw him wielding the iron sword and practicing again and again, I asked him: 'Why do you practice swordsmanship so hard?' and then he told me: 'It's to protect the young lady and not be bullied by bad guys!' Jerry may not remember this sentence, but I have always taken it to heart and never forgotten it. ”

The voice became low: "However, when he grew up, he always had a cold face, and everything was businesslike, which was similar to me and others, which made me feel very lost, because of the relationship between master and servant, I was embarrassed to express my heart." ”

The voice became cheerful: "But, finally one day, I left home with Jerry and went to Paris to study. On the first day I left home, I was generous with my heart, but Jerry didn't respond to me. When I was a student at the Institut de la Rosary in Paris, I tried to bring us closer together, but it didn't work. Finally, because of an opportunity, our relationship broke through, Jerry no longer dodged, no longer deliberately avoided, he made me understand that in fact, he has always loved me. And then after our joint efforts, today, we entered the palace of marriage! This opportunity is the next three dishes, which are the first meal that Jerry and I have ever sat together, the sweetest and happiest meal. ”

A row of attendants followed her voice into the hall carrying a silver basin and placing a meal on the table.

Out of curiosity, everyone tasted these three dishes.

Of course, Albert was no exception, and after just a few bites, he felt unusually familiar: this noodle, bun and pork, this taste, as if Tom had made it for me.