Rebirth of the Viking King

"Diamond Flower" Durang can take the position of president of the Chamber of Commerce.

He read countless people throughout his life.

Before setting off to Francis's mansion, he had already asked someone to buy all the information he could learn from the information dealers of the "Vulcan Cult".

The old imam was an outstanding example of an "inglourious bastard".

This starts with his origins.

His mother was a pastry chef in a noble mansion in Northumbria. This nobleman did not like to practice martial arts in his life, was not good at socializing, and was indifferent to religious beliefs. He only paid attention to eating in one bite.

He spent a lot of money to buy a pastry chef from the Principality of France, and his only job every day was to satisfy his mouth.

This person is the mother of the old dean.

As time goes by, women will inevitably become lonely.

At this time, a blacksmith apprentice in the noble castle discovered this. He used his flexible tongue and sweet words to conquer the French chef who was a skilled but slightly dull person.

The two began to communicate secretly in the dead of night. Finally one day, the French woman became pregnant.

There was no machinery in the dark Middle Ages, and making bread or cakes was heavy manual labor. The French woman could no longer handle the heavy work and was immediately kicked out of the castle by the Duke.

The couple were desperate and used the remaining silver coins in their mouths to buy a tavern on the "King's Road" in Northumbria to make ends meet.

This is where Father Francis comes from.

The old dean grew up in a noisy bar.

The hard-working mother works in the kitchen day and night every day, while the unlearned father has long since abandoned his blacksmithing skills and makes jokes at the bar every day with the businessmen who come and go. With his sharp tongue, he has also gained a group of regular repeat customers.

Those who are close to vermilion are red, those who are close to ink are black.

The old patriarch inherited his mother's beauty and his father's smooth talk. It was with this eloquent mouth that he sneaked into the church and rose from the lowest pastor to the position of dean.

His strengths come from his parents, as do his weaknesses.

This is a person who does not abide by conventional rules and has no so-called "loyalty".

When the Vikings sacked Lindisfar Monastery, he would not hesitate to sell out the royal city in order to survive. When he fell into the hands of the Vikings, he would also abandon his faith in an instant and lead the group of Vikings in order to survive. The people were killed and returned to England.

Du Lang has lived for most of his life and has seen too many people like this.

They are not difficult to control.

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"People from the East China often say that 'a phoenix lives in a sycamore tree'. We must have a sycamore tree before we can attract Mr. Francis, the golden phoenix!"

Mr. Durang made a pun, first of all showing the power of France, and also raising a hand to the Reverend Francis himself. The old Reverend could not quite understand his English with a strong French accent, but this did not hinder He stretched out his ears and listened carefully.

"If you can, I need you to do two things for me."

"1. Find a way to help us lure Mr. Rocky Starrag to Paris."

"I must have heard the news that Andre Jarvan, the 'White Eagle', was recently killed in Yun Province. In order to safeguard the honor of the Plantagenet Family, no one can get away with murdering me, a French citizen! "

"We asked the Duke to come here for trial, and we just want him to confess the real culprit behind the scenes! We have no intention of threatening his life. I want to make this special statement to you."

"Mr. Francis, you have also seen that there are not only 1,000 but also 800 envoys from small countries in my city of Paris. In a territory as big as a mustard seed like the 'Normandy Region', no one will take the initiative to make things difficult for you."

The old dean's eyes moved flexibly and he nodded secretly.

"Well, it sounds like a reasonable deal, but" his glistening eyes first glanced at the shining gemstone rings on Du Lang's fingers, and then passed over the jade pendant on his waist.

(Endu is a toy of the people from the Eastern Land. As a country bumpkin, I can’t understand which one is valuable.)

(Everyone in the city is spreading rumors that Mr. Durang likes to take off the emerald ring before negotiating. This toy should be quite valuable)

Two small eyes flashed coldly, and the old dean continued: "It's just that our Lord Duke is a man who cherishes his life!"

"Hey, you don't know how cowardly he is. Every day before going to bed, he must chew two ginseng sticks raw for fear of dying in bed! When he goes to the battlefield, he always shows off with a big ax and wants to hide in the battle line. Eight hundred miles away!"

"But how did I hear that?" Du Lang frowned.

"Hey! My respected Mr. Du Lang." The old patriarch waved his hand and interrupted his speech without hesitation, "Character, do you understand character?!"

"We are all Odin's people after all. If it is publicized that the Duke who leads the army is a coward who cares about his life, it will be so embarrassing! Don't always listen to the cockroaches of the Vulcan Cult every day. False information spread by word of mouth!”

"Only my old eyes can see all the things happening in the Normandy region most accurately!"

"It's a bit difficult for such a coward to lure him to Paris just by relying on my words." As he spoke, the old dean stretched out a stubby finger, "But

It’s different with your token!”

"Everyone in the entire Western Continent knows that you have an emerald ring. Why don't you 'lend' this ring to me first? Um, wait a minute.

This diamond doesn’t seem too small.

An emerald ring may not be able to explain the problem, why not 'lend' me this diamond ring as well. I have these two tokens. Looking back, I said it was the 'Diamond Flower' Mr. Durang personally promised, so the success rate will be much higher! "

Sensing Du Lang's suspicious look, the old patriarch immediately waved his arms.

"Hey! Why are you looking at me like that? I'm an upright, upright, honest person who keeps his word and speaks lotus flowers."

"To say the least, I will still have to live in Paris in the future. Who doesn't know that Mr. Durand, your only hand, covers the sky in this city? How dare I find your treasure?"

"I took it out to sell, but no one dared to buy it when they saw the Du Lang family emblem!"

"You think so?"