Three days of kung fu flew in a flash, and time came in early August. Paris was still raging with hot heat. The whole city became a steaming room. The nobles ate ice and enjoyed the pleasure brought by money.

The poor civilians could only run back and forth, sweating profusely, and endure exploitation from officials and disadvantaged forces just for that bite of bread.

In the hot summer and enduring the scorching heat waves, the young prince took Knight O'Neill and a dozen mid-level knights, as well as the little white wolf Laki and the magician April, to Notre Dame Cathedral and gathered with the church.

A group of twenty people, everyone was paired with horses, and two more luxurious carriages looked very imposing, but compared with the church, they were simply beggars and rich people.

The square of Notre Dame Cathedral was blocked for the first time, and a convoy of hundreds of people occupied half of the square. There were more than twenty carriages in the convoy, and nearly half were empty, making Prince Charlie confused.

Among them, nearly a hundred strong knights, wearing tall horses and bright and inconspicuous armor, surrounded by several exquisitely carved carriages with a loyalty, wearing red cross-white cloaks behind them, and under the mask, an invisible face was hidden.

"Are these middle-level knights? And they are just the power of a branch leader. The hospital Knights' Group nominally have eight branch leaders, plus two deputy group chiefs and one general leader. This power is simply too terrifying."

Only one hundred thousand knights can have a higher level, which is an openly low probability. However, the cheating holy water of the church is definitely not just for self-use, and the possibility of being sold is very high, which increases the birth rate of high-level knights.

At this moment, Charlie even had the urge to grab the golden key, which was an excellent tool for farming. Think about it, hundreds of high-level knights charge, even if the square formation is strong, they will have to cry.

Thinking randomly in his mind, Charlie was allowed to slowly approach the carriage of His Excellency the Archbishop.

When he saw the Knight Costa who was more than four meters high, like a flagpole, he was speechless for a moment.

When he saw the dark horse under the Knight Costa's shoulders were nearly two meters tall and more than twice as strong as an ordinary horse, Charlie was amazed in his heart, as if he had seen an alien creature.

This is a horse from the origin of England, called the Sharma. In the Middle Ages, it was famous for being a heavy knight and one horse and three knights. When the musket appeared, it was eliminated because of its slow speed and became a horse from the farmland, and spread to the European continent.

"There is only this kind of Sharma that can move a few tons of camels suitable for him. Other types of horses, with armor, will be crushed to death."

Muttering in his heart, Charlie greeted the Grand Knight of Costa with a smile, and then met Archbishop Marcel again. After hearing the death for a while, the entire convoy full of supplies and weapons slowly started.

Of course, in name, it was used to clean up cults and dark creatures, and went to Lyon openly.

It took nearly 500 kilometers from Paris to Lyon, and the convoy took seven days to travel, and the whole team arrived in Lyon.

The reason why it took so long was because of Archbishop Marcel.

As the cardinal archbishop of Rome, along the way, the nobles and monks came to see each other. The gifts and money they contributed were filled with ten empty carriages, which shocked Charlie.

"No wonder we have prepared so many empty carriages, so we have foresight!"

He had a new impression of the wealth of the church. People gave money every day. No wonder those nobles often sent their second son to the church.

Apart from not being able to get married openly, there are not too many illegitimate children and lovers with the speed of the accumulated wealth and the power of the church.

Charlie's envious eyes turned to the luxurious and spacious carriage. In this era, becoming a monk is also a good choice.

Lyon is a big city. Except for Paris, it is the second largest city in France, with a population of 100,000. It was originally the capital of the Burgundy Kingdom. After the Burgundy Kingdom was dismembered by France and the Holy Roman Empire, most of the territory of the Burgundy Kingdom and the Burgundy Kingdom were annexed by France.

During the Renaissance, industries such as textiles, leather, printing, and metal processing developed vigorously. As the influence of Italian merchants spread to France, business models were innovated, and with the investment of Genes bankers, Lyon's silk industry was crowned in Europe.

The cost of Eastern silk prompted Lyon's secondary silk to become a regular clothing for the nobles.

Lyon is the free city of France, and the executive power is in the hands of merchants, but the arrival of Archbishop Marcel made the mayor, who was disdainful of the king, run over happily, accompany him with an iodine face and a smile.

In the spacious city hall, under the huge crystal chandeliers, big-bellied businessmen, young women with convex figures, fluttering colorful clothes, flying meat and eggs, women's rouge fragrance and men's tobacco smell are filled with this hall paved with white marble.

As the main figure, Archbishop Marcel was surrounded by people, wearing white robes. When facing the flattering businessmen, he still maintained a faint smile and the archbishop's reserve. His neither salty nor light attitude made his momentum more and more sufficient.

Surprisingly, the most popular ones were not the handsome Prince Charlie and the more beautiful O'Neal Knight, but the two-meter-high Coster Knight.

The plump and orderly young women surrounded the Knight Costa, twisted their bodies with a flushed complexion, and pressed them hard towards the Knight, surrounding them with words and words.

The great knight was extremely tall, but his movements were very gentle. The ladies were teased and laughed constantly. In the entire hall, the fun was second only to the great knight of Marcel.

"Sure enough, different age levels have different levels of pursuit of desire."

Looking at the delicate girls like flowers beside him and O'Neal, all of them were girls in their thirteenth and fourteenth, their breasts were like tender buds, which could only be viewed from a distance and were difficult to play with.

Sighing, from ancient times to the present, mature women pursue reality, while childish women pursue romance.

But how do you know that I don’t coexist with romance?

While thinking, Charlie dealt with these young girls in her youth, teasing their faces with blush, covering her mouth with a sad intention, and covering her red lips with a wooden fan.
Chapter completed!