European Emperor Cultivation System

Chapter 35 Final Preparations

"Where is this...?" Li Peijun finally regained consciousness, squinted his eyeliner, his eyes were pitch black, and he felt as if something was covering his head

"This pungent smell, ah... ah sneeze."

Li Peijun's head was wrapped in a leftover spiced leather bag. His nose was sensitive and itchy when he touched the residual pollen. He moved his hands and feet tentatively, feeling that he was tied up firmly and rubbed against his body. Get off the pillar to see if you can break free.

"Tied to a cross?" Li Peijun recalled that he and York had been intoxicated with ecstasy before, and they should have been locked in a cell.

"Hey, I feel like my life is going to be here." Li Peijun struggled again, but finally gave up.

With a sound of "bang", Li Peijun felt like the sound of an iron door being opened above him, and he could vaguely hear footsteps, and he was getting closer and closer to him.

"Your Excellency Marquis Edward, I should be in your inner castle dungeon now." Li Peijun said coldly.

Edward snapped his fingers and gave a thumbs up to Li Peijun, who couldn't see anything.

"Your Excellency, you guessed it right."

"Master Marquis, I advise you to do less presumptuous things."

"Baron Bruno, your insight is really good. If I have a talent like you under my command, I will have an extra weight." Edward was not ashamed, but instead talked eloquently and wanted to win him over. Li Peijun.

"Oh, is that so? But I have discovered your secret of minting counterfeit coins without permission, will you believe me?" Li Peijun didn't know why he was so hard-spoken when he was about to die.

Edward crossed his hips, posing as a victor, but Li Peijun, who was in the dark, couldn't see anything.

"I will find a way to make you obey me."

"Even if I wanted to survive, I wouldn't take refuge in you." Li Peijun sneezed non-stop from the spice bag.

Edward spread his hands to express regret, then turned around to get out of the dungeon.

"You could have been a Paladin, unfortunately, you followed the wrong master." Edward leaned on the doorknob, giving Li Peijun his last advice.

"You're just a character like Nero, even Satan will spurn you."

"Only the dead can't speak." Edward dismissed it, as if a little annoyed, and the iron door was closed again.

"Hey, why is your mouth so tight? It's just for survival. It's not a mess with anyone."

As soon as Edward Marquis went out, Li Peijun, whose back feet were tied, felt a little regretful, but he couldn't do anything now, and he didn't want to do anything, so he just wasted his time doing it.

"Forget it, forget it, close your eyes and sleep." Li Peijun relaxed, trying to get used to the feeling of being tied to the cross, and rested.

Outskirts of Compiègne, Château Édouard-in-Court, Chamber of the Interior

"Your Excellency the Marquis, England has already taken action. The main force of the Duke of Normandy is heading to Honfleur. When will we act?" Earl Roland kept urging Edward.

Marquis Edward was lying on his back comfortably on the woolen chair, his face facing the sky, his eyes closed, and his hands folded on his lower abdomen.

"Don't worry, take a good rest, and wait until night to act. Anyway, we have people to support us. The goal during the day is too big. When we open the city gate at night, we can capture it in one fell swoop. You are too impatient. Rome was not built in a day. , Charlemagne did not unify Frank in one day."

Earl Roland saw that Edward Marquis was full of confidence, so he didn't ask any more questions.

"By the way, I'm still worried about going to Robert's guy again. Go and see the progress."

Earl Roland nodded in response, and then left with another standard farewell ceremony.

"It's time, it's time to change the title." Edward also put his feet on the table, lowered his hat brim deliberately with his hands, and then retracted his whole body into the robe.

Château de la Baron de la Morne, outside Rouen, in the morning
"Your Excellency Ater, have you seen Bruno? He hasn't come back since he went out in the middle of the night." Bernard looked a little anxious, and asked whether Knight Ater knew the situation.

Ater's eyebrows trembled, his mustache trembled regularly with the corners of his mouth, and his eyeballs twirled like a second hand.

"I remembered, Bruno borrowed my war horse in the middle of the night, saying that he was going to visit the castle of the Marquess Edward. If there is no accident, he should be back tonight."

"What are you doing at Castle Edward?"

"I don't know, he didn't say anything, don't worry, you're all adults, are you afraid of getting lost?" Artel patted Bernard on the shoulder lightly, and then went on with his own business.

Tidder, who was in the distance, witnessed the whole thing and realized that something was wrong, so he went to Cohen to discuss it.

"What? You said Bruno went out of town to see Edward last night?" Cohen was surprised that it happened so suddenly.

Tiddell looked serious and serious, "Do you think we should follow to see the situation?"

"But didn't he say that under normal circumstances, he can come back before tonight? It's only morning, let's wait." Cohen rationally analyzed the situation with Tiddell, and the two decided to wait until evening.

"That's right, are we going on foot?" Cohen realized the problem, after all, it was a long way from here to Compiègne.

Tiedle was leaning on the chair with his hands crossed in front of his chest, and his expression showed that everything was under control, "You don't have to worry about this, there will be war horses at that time."

Noon, outside Paris, Robert's residence

"Your Excellency is a person who is going to do great things, why do you look so flustered." The messenger of the Marquis Edward saw Robert's restless look, and it was inevitable that he was a little mocking.

Robert kept pacing back and forth, the letter rolled in parchment trembling in his hand, and he kept chanting the Bible.

"My lord bless, my lord, please forgive me." Robert took out a handkerchief and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and put the handkerchief in his mouth and bit it.

"Your Excellency Robert, please calm down, we are going to act tonight." The messenger didn't sound like he was speaking to the lord, but it was more like a superior reprimanding a subordinate.

"I know..., I... am still... a little... nervous, Mr. Roland..." Robert once again wiped the sweat from the back of his neck with a handkerchief soaked in saliva.

Earl Roland turned his head, contemptuously, he didn't even want to look at his face. If Edward hadn't asked him to come over in person, he wouldn't be bothered to see this lord who started robbery. What's even more strange is that when he robbed, he was very tough and rebellious. Instead, he was as timid as a mouse.

"That's it. When this candle burns out, it's time for you to act." Robert lit a long candle on the candlestick and placed it on the candlestick.

"I won't disturb you reading the Bible. I'll take my leave first." Roland saluted reluctantly, turning around and leaving.

"Oh, by the way, when you read the Bible just now, you mispronounced the word redemption." Roland turned his face away, and after teasing, he pushed open the door of the mansion.

"Did I read it wrong? The pronunciation of redemption is wrong?" After Roland left, Robert hurriedly took out the religious files written in Latin and looked them up.

"That's the pronunciation. Roland's wild pronunciation, he made mistakes and corrected me." Robert put the file back into the leather bag again, and continued to read the Bible.

Evening, Compiègne, the castle of the Marquis Édouard
"Is everything ready?" Edward asked Earl Roland, who had just returned from Paris.

"Everything is according to the established plan." Roland lowered his head, speaking sonorously.

"The infantry stayed behind. Except for a very small number of patrolling cavalry and mobile troops, the rest of the cavalry was dispatched. They brought half a day of dry food and did not need to bring luggage. The siege troops followed the team according to the situation. The cavalry marched quickly, just as before. The established plan and action." Edward Marquess had put on his favorite silver-plated armor and was about to tie his shawl.

"When the sun rises tomorrow, I will be the Duke of Normandy." Edward Marquis looked at the moon that had just risen outside the window, wrapped his sword sheath around his waist, and was ready to complete his full armor.

"This should be a bloody night."

　Latin was the official language in the early and middle ages, and religious books such as the Bible had only Latin versions in the early days.

　　Paladin: also known as Paladin, this title first appeared in Charlemagne's era, and they were the twelve confidant knights who followed Charlemagne to fight everywhere.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)