The capital of the Principal of Brittany has been particularly prosperous these days. Since the Duke of Brittany decided to convert the whole country to Abrahamic religion, the nobles of the whole country were rushing here, and their knights and soldiers came with the nobles. This was an attitude that they had never had when the war broke out. Affected by it, vendors also rushed to the capital one after another. The number of mobile vendors on the streets exceeded three times the previous ones, and the number was still increasing. The streets that usually seemed very wide suddenly became narrow in the crowded crowds.

Of course, "crowding" is only for the civilians. When those nobles went out to the streets, there were special guards to disperse the crowds ten meters away. It was difficult for ordinary people to see the appearance of the nobles, let alone crowded together. It was three o'clock in the afternoon, and a vendor who sold pancakes was a normal soldier suddenly surrounded a circle of fully armed soldiers. When the pedestrians saw this, they knew that there must be some nobles sitting inside, and they avoided them from afar. If they got closer, their eyes were accidentally turned inside. If they were lucky, they would be slapped in the face. If they were not lucky, they might be caught and beheaded.

Not to mention these pedestrians, even the owner of the vendor was driven to the side of the road after making the cakes, and could not hear what his guests were saying or doing. Of course, if he really knew what the conversation among the guests would definitely avoid it from a distance and pretended not to hear anything-

The guest who came to eat the crispy cake was the Earl of France, and the conversation was about how to make the Duke of Brittany.

"For the third time today, I asked the Duke of Brittany to meet the princess of Navarra, but I was rejected again." The Earl of France scanned the red sword, white bow and black scale of the seat. "I am not easy to do it in the sky. I thought about it last night, and there were only two options left - to take the morning, take the chaos, or suspend the action, and wait until the ceremony ends, the magician of the Tianfang Empire leaves. Which one do you think should you choose?"

Bai Gong sighed and put down the crispy cake in his hand.

"The consul, do you have to fight? In fact, it is completely understandable that the Duke of Brittany would choose to return Princess Navarra to Navarra. Political marriage, politics is not there, and marriage will of course be no longer there. And it is us who caused all this... What reason do we have to sue the Duke of Brittany?"

The Earl of France sneered: "Reason? No reason is needed. I am just the Earl of France, a well-known madman. If you really want to find a reason, there is also one - I didn't kill Princess Navarra at the beginning, but I didn't keep it for the Duke of Brittany to kill!"

"I want me to tell you, don't worry about Princess Navarra's opinion at that time, just treat her as a spoil and bring her back to Versailles, and nothing else will happen." Hongdao shook his head, "Now, it's difficult to protect the magicians of the Tianfang Empire and the gathering of troops."

The Count of Ile-de-France looked at the black balance that had not spoken: "What about you? What is your opinion?"

"I have no objection." Hei Tian replied lightly, "Consul, you just said that you have never been a wise king, but just an earl of France."

"In other words, you all have no choice but to choose any of the three of you." The Earl of France glanced at them, "Since that's the case, I have to make a decision myself - I don't have much patience, take advantage of the chaos first and see if I can get things done. If I can't do it, wait for the ceremony to end and find another opportunity."

Bai Gong knew that things were a foregone conclusion, sighed and said, "I found out that before the Duke of Brittany came back, an army returned early and carried a cage. This army is now stationed in the barracks south of the city, with about five hundred people."

"Is it the military camp in the south of the city?"

The Count of Ile-de-France glanced at Black Flat. So Black Flat patted his clothes and stood up, and said lightly: "I'll go prepare immediately."

"Then where are we going?" asked Hongdao, "as before when I was in Navarra, would you go 'listen to opera'?"

Although the cakes on the table almost didn't move, the Earl of France threw a few copper plates onto the table and stood up.

"That was at night. It's still early, so let's go to another store with me first."

He went to the tailor shop before. The waiter recognized him, and as soon as he entered the door, he hurriedly sent the guests away and ran to the seat of the Count of Ile de France.

"Mr. Caroling, your visit makes the place shine brightly." He poured tea for the Count of Ile de France, "Is you here today..."

"Customized clothes, the model is the same as before - you should still remember it?"

"Of course, we remember the clothes model of each guest. But what kind of clothes should I use this time?" The waiter glanced at the person who followed and found that Princess Navarra was not among them. He said, "If you give the lady you like a surprise, you should have casual clothes that you can wear on your own?"

"Five sets of casual clothes, two sets of evening gowns, and another set for watching opera at night. Not only the coat, but also the various large and small clothes you wear inside, including changing underwear. You can do whatever you want, just follow the styles that are popular recently. This time I'm not in a hurry, but your movements should be quick. Don't delay, you can finish them one day earlier."

"If you want to live together," the waiter asked with a smile, "Would you like to prepare some special and interesting things for your underwear..."

"Don't talk nonsense to me!"

The Earl of Ile-de-France glared at the waiter, who was startled and did not dare to say another word. He hurriedly asked for the things that had to be confirmed one by one and wrote them on paper.

The Earl of France took out a bulging wallet. Seeing this action, the waiter shook his head: "Your Excellency Caroling, you don't need to pay now. We will send the annual bill to you in a year."

"This is not the money for clothes, it is a tip for you."

"tip?"

The waiter looked at the wallet with doubt. In terms of tips, there were too many that he dared not take.

"Women are troublesome," said the Earl of France. "It's not just a set of clothes and boots on your body. Perfume, cosmetics, and jewelry are all not missing. If they don't match the clothes, they may even be angry and beat people. But I will be very busy these days, and I don't know what your finished clothes look like, so I will entrust you with all my entries. These are the hard work fees for you, you will collect them."

As he said that, he threw out another purse. The bag was small and had no content, but the Earl of France poured out the things inside, all of which were gold coins one by one.

"This is the funding you have given. No cent left, all of it will be spent. Do you understand?"

The waiter nodded and then put the bulging wallet into his pocket.

The Count of Ile de France breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and stretched. When he walked out of the store, it was already dusk.
Chapter completed!