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Saint-Exupéry touched his chin, acting like a reasonable person. In fact, because he is still young, he doesn't even have a beard, so this behavior will only look cute, and will not make people look mature.

"So, Mr. Tagore, you came here to bring me and Mr. Qing back to Paris?"

"It can be said that." To the very young Saint-Executor, Tagore showed infinite tolerance and patience: "So don't worry, and don't need to be afraid, just fly the plane normally."

St. Exec pursed his mouth when he heard the words: "I still have no way to make the entire helicopter invisible, so Paris must not be able to enter. I can only stop outside Paris and walk there on foot."

The last time he stole a plane, it was entirely because of his young age that he hid it in a box that adults couldn't get into, and then slipped into the airport.

"Hahaha, no problem, leave the rest of the journey to me!"

The two of them chatted very happily, but Mu Qing didn't want to follow the original plan. He was still worrying about how to contact the British side. After all, they were across the sea, and he didn't have the time to go to the British island.

But according to Tagore, he should know someone in England, or someone with supernatural powers.

"Don't look at me like that, it doesn't matter if I expose, my friend has helped me so much, I won't expose him." Tagore looked at Mu Qing's probing eyes, and quickly explained.

While he was explaining, Mu Qing had already looked through the list provided by the system. The name Tagore was really convenient for him to look up information, but comparing history, he couldn't think of anyone who knew both Tagore and Yu. fruit--

Ah, no, you can’t say that, after all Tagore really experienced World War II, and Hugo was still in the [-]th century.

Mu Qing threw away the information given by the system with a black face. Sure enough, the information was only for reference, so he might as well try it out by himself.

But what is known is that the manager of the British clock tower attendant is a control freak no less than Rousseau. Originally, the intelligence system in Europe was very chaotic during this period. Under the strict control of the other party, no news from Britain could spread Come on, the only thing that is certain is that the other party is more at ease than Rousseau, because they are no longer on the European continent, which makes them more unscrupulous, and they are not worried about the bloody storm caused by Germany affecting them at all.

In fact, if it can be resolved, he still does not want the UK to end. After all, this kind of tonnage will end very badly after it ends.

So the key this time is whether you can give Germany a head-on blow in Austria, and you will be stunned, and it will probably be quiet.

In terms of the geographical location of Austria, it is better to ask the Soviet Union than to find a way in the United Kingdom.

The Soviet Union is bound to intervene, because Germany will be closer to them if they win Austria. At this time, no one dares to gamble on the weight of a non-aggression treaty.

But in this period of time, it is not only Germany's defense against the Soviet Union. The reason why Britain and France do not end is because they are afraid of the Soviet Union.

Before Germany showed its ambitions and Italy never wanted to regain face in Africa, the Soviet Union did have the ambition to annex the whole of Europe.

In other words, if you want the Soviet Union to help Austria without restriction, you can only convince France and the United Kingdom that the Soviet Union will not have any plans for Europe—isn’t this a joke? No one will believe it!

Mu Qing looked at the pitiful progress bar on the system interface, and felt that this task was more and more difficult. When the scope of the conflict changed from two groups to a bunch of groups, the trouble was doubled.

"Then trouble Mr. Tagore. It's a joke. I still need the help of a kid like Saint Exec. Unfortunately, I don't have supernatural powers, and I can't do anything myself." Mu Qing decided to go to see Yu first. fruit.

His half-student's own thoughts are really hidden very deep, Saint-Excuse pouted, he came here according to his own will, but everyone thought it was the adult's negligence to let him go to the battlefield, but even the little Children also have their own determination.

"Nothing, nothing, the old man is just doing what he wants to do."

Tagore waved his hand, as if he didn't mind.

When I arrived in Paris, it was still the same. The war in the neighboring country hadn’t affected it at all. The Champs-Elysees was still the same, with elegantly dressed girls and their wives shuttled between them, sometimes being teased by the sweet-talking men around them and covering them with fans. Smiling face—wait a minute, is there an overly familiar figure here?

Mu Qing pondered for a while. He still remembered that Hugo spent every day in the Paris Commune. If it wasn't for the uniform he was wearing, he would have looked like an idle boy. At that time, did Hugo have a girlfriend?

If I remember correctly, there is no one, right?Is this the magical French?

"It's really a young Muai!" Tagore's translation of Chinese words was surprisingly good, but as a writer, shouldn't he be like this?It would be a bit of a fuss to be surprised that they are all literary.

"Master, it's not appropriate to use such a pure word to describe the French." Mu Qing, who understood what he meant, just wanted to complain.

"He looks like this, so we can only look for him when he comes home?" There is nothing inappropriate about this scene, so Saint Exec watched it with relish.And his tone can only be said to have no awe for the most powerful person with supernatural powers in this country.

But they can't be in awe of this bird look, they just want to be a little more profligate-oh, yes, their bird look is purely literal, not swearing.

On the building across the street where Hugo and his girlfriend were pressing the road, three white pigeons in a geometrical sequence poked their heads and made long and short high and low cooing sounds.

"Although, why do we have to become like this?" St. Eck raised his head and tried to pull the white fur off his head, but limited by the body of the pigeon, he could only keep doing pull-ups on the spot.

"Couldn't it be taller and mightier? I think an eagle would be fine!" The weakest and poorest Gugu tried to make his image taller and mightier.

"Do you think there are eagles in Paris?"

Mu Qing's words made Saint Exec shut himself up.

Tagore hastened to smooth things over: "After all, this image is the least likely to be discovered, and then we can just follow Hugo."

Indeed, in a group of white goo-goo, the three whispering goo-goo are not obvious.

Then three white goo goo lined up in a row, fluttering the wings to follow Hugo.

Fortunately, they did not live together. Of course, it may be because of the nature of Hugo's work that it is not convenient for them to live together.

In short, before twelve o'clock, after Hugo sent his girlfriend home, he returned home.

He has his own house in downtown Paris. After all, most people don't like living in the dormitory of the Palace of Versailles, and there is always a feeling that they don't belong to them.

After opening the door, the first thing Hugo did was to boil water and prepared four cups.

Seeing this scene, Mu Qing was picky, no, the white pigeon has no eyebrows.

"It's been a day, friends, aren't you tired?" Hugo filled four cups and sat on the sofa alone: ​​"Why don't you come in and have a cup of tea."

Three pigeons flew in fluttering.

Mu Qing didn't think of himself as an outsider at all, and picked up a cup - you must know that they had followed for a day, and they ate some bread crumbs fed by the little girls passing by.

"Victor, you are too rude, didn't you mean tea?" Mu Qing savored the water in his mouth, and confirmed again that it was not tea, but pure white water.

"Ahem!" Saint Exec almost choked on the water.After being turned into a bird and flying all day, he was almost dying of thirst. Before he could swallow a sip of water, he heard Mu Qing's unkind words.

"Mr. Qing, let's talk about the business first, the business!"

"It's good to have plain water to drink." Hugo rolled his eyes gracefully, and then smiled politely at Tagore: "Senior Tagore, nice to meet you."

"No, I should say this sentence. It was thanks to you last time. I thanked you here."

"Ah, that matter is over, and I would like to thank you for helping to bring my dear 'teacher' here." When Hugo said this, he looked at Mu Qing with a smile.

Mu Qing drank all the water in front of her without changing her expression, and then cleared her throat: "Let's talk alone?"

Hugo glanced at Tagore, got a good look from the other party, and then stood up first: "Then go to my study? I need to trouble Senior Tagore to take care of the children. If you need toys, you can find them in the room. "

It wasn't until the backs of these two people could not be seen that Saint-Execute realized that the child Hugo said needed to be coaxed by toys was himself, and his face turned red instantly.

In the study room, Hugo and Mu Qing could only talk freely when there was no one else.

It was Hugo who spoke first: "I don't know how you provoked Mr. Rousseau, I really thought you would never come back."

"Isn't this an easy task? Leaving that aside, what do you think about Austria?"

On the surface, Mu Qingming was asking about Austria, but actually he was asking about Hugo's views on the entire European situation.

Hugo blinked his eyes. His sensitivity to politics did not all come from Mu Qing, most of them were learned in the Paris Commune, but it was indeed Mu Qing who gave him a lot of inspiration for the solution to the situation.

"On this point, the Duke of Berta of Austria can stand up to protect his country at this time. Of course, I appreciate it very much, but intention does not mean strength. If she can't find reinforcements, the situation is not optimistic."

"From what I know, the servants of the clock tower have just changed their positions, and the losers in this high position have gone away, resulting in a decline in the overall strength of the servants of the clock tower, and the current knight commander is a lord who calms things down; the French You should also be aware of the situation, Germany has given enough bargaining chips, so—"

Austria is isolated and helpless, unless the Soviet Union can be persuaded to help, but will the Soviet Union help?

Hugo looked on coldly, thinking that this possibility was very small.Then there is only one possibility left.