A pair of about a hundred people marched towards Paris with great fanfare. The team consisted of twenty knights, twenty horsemen, and sixty walking entourages. Unlike the simple and solemn style before going to the battlefield, this team was not an exaggeration to describe it as "drawings and decorations". The forty horses were all white, covered with silver-gray armor, and between the armor and the horse's body, there were even pink silk as pink as roses. The walking entourages were each wearing gorgeous red silk, either holding bright flags, playing trumpets, and hitting drums, which was very lively.

The one who was riding a horse in front was Alfred, the Knight. He was wearing a clean long gown. The handsome white horse was covered with a horned face armor. The sharp long horns just stretched out from the horse's forehead, making the horse look like the legendary holy unicorn.

A gust of wind blew, and the weeds on both sides of the road swayed violently. A knight rushed to the front from behind and whispered a few serious words to Alfred. Alfred nodded, but waved his hand and signaled the knight not to take action for the time being.

The group of people continued to move forward, and not long after, a broken carriage appeared in front of the road, blocking their way.

Two farmers waved in front of the car:

"Our carriage wheels fell off! Can you help us push it away from the roadside?"

Alfred smiled and shook his head. Then, he suddenly sank into his dantian and drank, "All the people lying there, hurry up and come out!"

There was a rustling sound, and a large group of people poked their heads out of the grass, each holding a sword in their hands.

"Sword clan, I have heard of you from the King of Sweden." Alfred glanced at them, "Where is your leader?"

From right in front of him, an unhappy voice came:

"King King, are you deliberately pretending not to see me?"

Looking down the sound, everyone saw a short man standing directly in front of their team, staring at Alfred with gloomy eyes.

Alfred laughed and said, "Ah, isn't this the Consul of Caroling? I've been to Versailles for several months and have been avoided by you. Why are you here to deal with thieves here?"

"Ask a question knowingly." The Count of Ile de France replied gloomyly, "Since you come from the King of Sweden, you should be clear about the current situation."

Almany and Britain have always been hostile countries, and the relationship between the Count of Ile de France and Alfred naturally cannot be very good.

"Actually, I'm not very clear about the current situation in Paris," said Alfred. "Since you're here a few days earlier than me, why don't you report it to me?"

"Report?" The Count of Ile-de-France repeated angrily.

"Ah? I almost forgot that you are the consul, not the farmer on the roadside." Alfred smiled again, "Since that's the case, let me ask you humbly - where is the meeting chosen now?"

"I came a few days late and could not stop the candidates from entering Paris. They are now in a meeting, and today, now, at the Palace of Versailles, discussing the issue of choosing another consul." The Count of Ile-de-France replied not very happy, "But it doesn't matter. When they leave the city, they will arrest them one by one and reopen them."

"Ah—" Alfred covered his mouth in surprise, "So, you may not be the consul now?"

"So what if it's not?" The Count of Ile-de-France stared at Alfred, "Do you still want to whip me with a horse whip?"

"I am a noble from Britain, and I will not do anything like the noble from the Commonwealth of Almany."

After sarcastically sarcasticizing the Earl of France, Alfred began to say seriously:

"You are just ambushing this trip. In fact, even if you don't come, I'm going to send someone to contact you."

"What?" said the Earl of Ile-de-France, "want to be my vassal?"

"It's the main business. The King of Sweden thought of a way that might kill the apostles, but it will take some time to complete the plan. Before the plan is ready, I hope you can kill as few soldiers as possible from the Duke of Aquitaine as possible. Otherwise, it may be a bad thing." Alfred said, "I will send someone to contact you after the plan is completed."

"Why do I care about your plan? What does it have to do with me if I can kill the apostles? I just want to save Mary as soon as possible." The Count of Ile-de-France responded coldly, "My people were hired from Scipio. I am her employer, so there is no need to obey her orders."

"Okay." Alfred shrugged, "I am worthy of being the nobleman of Almany, and his style of conduct is eye-opening."

The Earl of France glanced at the entire team behind Alfred and asked gloomyly:

"Are you going to propose marriage in your propriety?"

"No, it's to form an alliance." Alfred pulled his horse's head, "It has nothing to do with you. What I'm looking for is a legal consul elected from the meeting of candidates. Now, please give up the way."

"Alliance? With you?"

The Count of Ile de France rolled his eyes a few times, and then said in a deep voice:

"This will not succeed. Unless you cooperate with me and select one or two, it is best to bring the Duke of Aquitaine here. In this way, I will promise you."

"Hey," Alfred said with a smile, "I'm talking about: negotiating with the legal consuls elected from the election meeting."

"I am the legal consul elected by the election meeting." The Earl of France raised his head, "Of course, if you are willing to cooperate with me, I am not unable to consider leaving more prisoners of war for a short time."

"I'm convinced you."

Alfred immediately took a few steps forward and hit the Count of Ile de France:

"That's it, it's a matter of determination."

So the Earl of France began to command the people of the Sword clan to push away the carriage blocking the way.

"Let me find out about Mary when you go," he said. "If possible, give her something delicious. She has to eat snacks every afternoon."

"Hey, have you figured out the current situation?" Alfred responded with a hilarious cry. "I am looking for a new consul to form an alliance, forming an alliance! I go to the prison of the 'old consul' and give him delicious food and drink. Is it not a good impression?"

"Don't worry, you Britons have given us a bad impression that you can't be any worse. It's no different if you're a little lower. And—" the Count of Ile-de-France stared at Alfred and said, "I think what you really want to look for this time shouldn't be a 'new consul'?"

Alfred gasped:

"Calorin...you Almani people are indeed not very smart."

"What are you talking about again?" The Count of Ile-de-France was angry, "Am I said it wrong?"
Chapter completed!