Chapter 388 7.42 Father Francis (1)

"Hello, Father Francis!"

"I am Durand Solonis from the French Chamber of Commerce."

"Of course, in the city of Paris, they call me by another name."

"Diamond Flower" Du Lang, who had just appeared at the staircase of the mansion, immediately stood up and smiled at him at the bottom of the passage.

The veteran who has been in business all his life knows that this "Viking diplomat" may not necessarily know too much etiquette.

In order to avoid embarrassment to both parties, he opened his arms, and the two embraced gently like old friends they had not seen for a long time, and then walked into the side hall under the guidance of the butler.

Although Patriarch Francis was greedy for money and lust, in terms of taste, he was better than most Vikings. This can be seen from the magnificent "Lindisfa Abbey" that he originally decorated.

After buying this mansion, he did not pull off all the exterior walls and install them with gold bricks like those Visigoth tycoons. Instead, most of the original structure was retained, and only the most critical nodes were decorated with Eastern Land vases and Viking merchandise.

Cold furs from Scandinavia, as well as seal skins, seal teeth, mammoth skulls, etc. are hung on the front wall of the side hall.

After Du Lang entered the room, he immediately felt a strange scene from the north. He couldn't help but get close to the wall and carefully observe these rare treasures in the Western Continent.

Behind him, the swaying female companion also took off her veil at the same time.

It was only then that the old dean discovered that this was actually Bulgari, the soprano lead singer of the popular opera troupe "Snow Rose Cabaret" in Paris: "Night Kite" Bulgari.

(Good guy! This old guy looks like he is close to 60 years old!)

(Gee, bringing out a female companion at random is such a big deal!)

In the five months since I came to Paris, the trustees bought tickets no less than 50 times, but never once was I able to enter the "Theater Plantagenet" to see the real thing. Even today's tickets to a sub-theater were bought with a lot of luck.

Unexpectedly, the first time I saw the famous actor in person was here!

This group of big shots in Paris are really beyond the imagination of a small country and few people.

What Father Francis said is true.

Just as the nobles and commoners in the Middle Ages were two completely different people, the "Principality of France" and the "Seven Kingdoms of England" in the Middle Ages were also two completely different countries.

Among the seven countries in England, only Southampton has a few foreign envoys stationed in it. Almost all other countries are in a closed and primitive state.

However, in the city of Paris, if there are not 200 envoys from a small country with no name like the "Normandy Region", there must be 180. Most of the time, the face of envoys from small countries is not even as effective as that of some medium-sized chambers of commerce.

Realizing that the old dean was always looking at her with a pair of thief eyes, Bulgari took off her gloves and stretched out her white and tender hands.

The old dean held it in his hand and kissed it gently. The snow-white palm was soft and delicate.

There is also a fragrant rose fragrance between the fingers.

"The Vikings are really a magical country." Looking around, Durang broke the deadlock first, "I heard that your warriors live in remote and cold wilderness all year round. They need to fight wild wolves and giant bears all day long to harvest enough. food."

"No wonder the 'saber-tooth mercenaries' have always been a hot commodity in the Western Continent!"

"Haha, of course!" Seeing Du Lang sit down on the first seat, the old dean did not complain at all, but instead smiled and pulled a chair for his female companion.

"God did not give us perfect soil, but life will find a way out."

"If Mr. President is here to buy leather goods today, I can guarantee you! Every piece of leather goods flowing into the market from my hands was hunted personally by my hunters who went deep into the mountains."

He said a lot of these things, but the old patriarch knew in his heart that when such a big man came to visit late at night, what he wanted was definitely not a few barrels of whale oil or a few animal skins.

(He must have some other important matter that he wants to discuss with me, but he can’t come over during the day because he wants to avoid other people’s eyes.)

The old patriarch's first task was to find out what Du Lang was looking for.

(Holy Lord, bless this old guy, he’d better come here to seduce me.)

(If I could have a kiss with Bulgari Fangze, I would be willing to lose 10 years of my life and sell my soul, Amen!)

(Well, 10 years is too much, let’s take half a year!)

However, Durang didn't speak.

He just looked at him with a pair of wise dark blue pupils. After a while, he took off an emerald ring from his left index finger.

Anyone who knows him well knows that this is his habit of discussing important matters.

Bulgari stood up gracefully, put her red lips to his ear, kissed his temples gently, then stood up and left. The butler behind Reverend Francis also walked out in a backward manner, very aware of current affairs, and did not forget to close the door of the side hall before leaving.

When he was the only two people left in the side hall, Durang took out his pipe from his arms, and the old dean respectfully lit it for him.

"Mr. Francis, I think you are very different from those Vikings."

"You are much more civilized than them!"

"Haha! Of course!" The old dean opened his mouth and laughed loudly, "To tell you the truth, you can tell from my name that my mother named me Francis just to commemorate her. hometown!”

"My birthplace was not in the Vikings, but in Northumbria. Well, there's actually not much to say. The son of a blacksmith apprentice and a pastry chef is not an origin worth showing off."

"So, Mr. Francis must have made a lot of unimaginable efforts to get to where he is today."

Hehe

The old priest recalled that he was alone in the cold North Sea driving a long ship, and he recalled that he climbed into Lindisfar Monastery alone to get the information that Ivar had been possessed by a lizard man.

"Hey!"

"Mr. Dulang can get to where he is today, whether in terms of wealth, wisdom and hard work, he is ten times better than me!"

"My ability is not worth mentioning in front of you!"

He suddenly lowered his voice and put his huge head close to Dulang.

"If there is anything that needs me to do for you, you don't have to be polite, just say it!"

"Don't look at my small eyes, but I can still tell which ship is big and which ship is small! Hehe"

Francis, who has been a priest in Lindisfar Monastery for half his life and relied on selling his mouth to fool believers, summed up a crucial experience: Don't say too much in areas you are not good at.

Too much talk leads to mistakes!

This old French man came in with a fake smile on his face, chatting idly. He must have something important that he wants to find a chance to explain to me.

In this case, why don't I make my position clear and get straight to the point!

If I continue to chat idly like this, maybe one of my words will expose my flaws!