"Sophie, why are you here?" asked d'Artagnan with concern. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"There's something I want to ask you. Miss Sophie spoke coldly and did not show much emotion.

"Oh, what?" but d'Artagnan was still enthusiastic: "Don't stand still, sit down, sit down." ”

The two sat opposite each other, and Miss Sophie said slowly: "Over the years, our France has finally recovered some vitality, the economy and people's livelihood have developed well, and the army has almost made up the number now, although they are all new soldiers, but at least compared with other countries in terms of quantity, they are not lagging behind." But the most important thing is still the high-end military aspect! We still have too few martial saint-level masters in France! Although Lord Roland is strong, he has always had a bad relationship with us, and it is okay to help defend against the invaders, but otherwise, it is not to say that he will not make a move. And if you are alone, you still can't solve the key problem. “

"What do you mean, what is the key question?" d'Artagnan frowned, "You also know our relationship, you don't need to beat around the bush, just say it directly." ”

"Now Your Majesty looks like I think you also know, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is like death, the reason is precisely this great defeat, the succession ceremony at the beginning, and then the Royal Navy, especially the battle on the Rhine at the end. It can be said that every defeat has stabbed a knife in His Majesty's heart. Miss Sophie's tone was sad: "And the reason for all these failures is that we in France lack enough martial saint-level powerhouses!"

"What do you mean......" d'Artagnan lengthened his voice, still understanding the above.

"Yes, if we want to untie the knot in His Majesty's heart and reinvigorate him, we must have more Martial Saints in France!" Miss Sophie was categorical.

"I understand that, but it's not an easy task!" d'Artagnan explained, "We don't have any top martial arts academy in France, although our musket team is okay, we have a complete set of exercises and methods to teach training, but it is not so simple to cultivate a strong man at the martial saint level. Not to mention talent and qualifications, whether they are diligent or not, even the few people I am most optimistic about now will have to be at least ten if they want to break through to the martial saint level

More than a year! And that's all going well!"

"What about recruiting other Martial Saints?" Miss Sophie asked, "Is there any way?"

"It's even more difficult. D'Artagnan spread his hands: "Martial saint-level masters are not recruited casually, they are extraordinary, it can be said that they are no longer mortals, the wealth and power we promise are often not in their eyes, and the same conditions, we can give in France, other countries can also give, they can get the highest treatment anywhere, why come to our France?"

After a pause, he continued: "Moreover, how can there be so many martial saint masters on the mainland to recruit us? As a symbol of the highest force of a country, they are often the protectors of a certain country, enjoying the love and support of all the people, and they will not betray the country for such a small profit and come to our France. For example, those wandering martial saints who travel around the world, they are even more divine dragons who can't see the beginning and the end, and they can't meet them if they want to, even if they do, what they are pursuing is the progress of martial arts, and they will not stay. Such cases as witchcraft can only be said to be rare to almost nonexistent. And as you can see, after all, they are evil demons, and as soon as the Holy See makes a move, they will almost be wiped out, and if other evil demons are recruited, who knows if the Holy See will make another move?"

"Then you mean you can only cultivate it yourself?" Miss Sophie looked depressed, and the corners of her eyes drooped.

"Yes, this is the most common method in the entire continent, and it is also the only way!" d'Artagnan confirmed with a serious face: "Cooperating with the evil devil will still have endless troubles after all!"

"But if you cultivate it yourself, the time is too long, and you can't meet the expectations of Your Majesty!" Miss Sophie's voice was resentful, and her face was pathetic.

"But that's the reality!" d'Artagnan comforted, "why don't I want France to become strong, that Your Majesty recovers, that you don't have to work so hard all the time?

"Okay, I see. Miss Sophie nodded, and prepared to get up and leave.

"By the way, do you pay attention to what is happening in Germany?" said d'Artagnan.

"What do you mean?" said Miss Sophie, sitting down again, "isn't it just a coup d'état?

"Yes, this is indeed a coup d'état, but this is not an ordinary coup d'état!" Dartagnian explained: "We also fought with the German side at the beginning, and you know their strength, do you think that a random party can defeat the regular army, defeat those German protectors, and capture Berlin?"

"Oh, what do you mean?" said Miss Sophie, puzzled.

"According to the spies of our musket team in Berlin, the German National Socialist Party that captured Berlin was not simple! They even had two Martial Saints! Two unknown Martial Saints that we had never heard of!" D'Artagnan explained in detail: "One of them died with the old 'Dragon Slayer Martial Saint' in Germany, while the other directly killed a hidden Martial Saint of the German Imperial Family, and finally won the victory!"

"Well, even if this party is mysterious and powerful, what does it have to do with us?" said Miss Sophie, still not understanding what d'Artagnan meant.

"The key is on which two Martial Saints! These two Martial Saints use the same weapon, and that is the sword!" D'Artagnan said.

"Knives?" Miss Sophie frowned, lost in thought.

D'Artagnan continued: "And, according to our spy, he saw those two great battles with his own eyes, and the sword used by the mysterious Martial Saint who died with the old 'Dragon Slayer Martial Saint' was also very unusual. It's not the same as the common knives on the mainland!"

"What's the difference?" said Miss Sophie's voice, a little trembling.

"The knife is short and wide, according to the spy's description......" d'Artagnan's voice was faint, "very similar to the kitchen knife used by Baron Leon......!

"Don't say it!" Lady Sophie snapped, interrupting d'Artagnan.

"Say no more. Miss Sophie repeated, but softer.

"Say no more. Her voice was softer again, however, before she knew it, she was already in tears.