Chapter 422 7.76 The Road Home (10)
Alfred knew what kind of danger Francis faced when he returned to the tiger's den alone.
Although he had a silver note worth 100,000 silver coins on him, the silver note had to be exchanged for silver coins in the "Paris Chamber of Commerce Bank".
Don't forget that just two days ago, the president of the Chamber of Commerce, "Diamond Flower" Durand, had died under Alfred's sword.
At this time, let alone entering the Chamber of Commerce Bank.
It was extremely dangerous to stay on the streets of Paris for a while.
Therefore, when Francis asked to take away everything they had now, including two horses, the carriage for carrying corpses, all the gold and silver, and the pass signed by the Golden Scale Guard, Alfred gave it all to him without hesitation.
When the disaster really came, teammates who would not run away but instead tried their best to seek a chance to turn the tables were worth a fortune.
The old priest was a precious blessing given to the Vikings by the gods in the sky.
The two simply slept for a few hours around the campfire to recover their strength. When the sky was turning pale and the sun had not yet risen completely, Francis had already changed into mourners' clothes and drove the carriage away.
Although Alfred was unarmed and penniless, he did not feel a trace of panic.
People grow up in the trials of the world.
One year of living with the Vikings completely transformed him from a pampered young man into a warrior who could adapt to any complex situation. After stamping out the campfire with his feet, Alfred looked towards the direction of the rising sun to find the north, and had already calculated the route of travel in his mind.
The city of Paris is not far from the English Channel, with a straight-line distance of less than 100 kilometers. If you drive the horses slowly, this journey can be completed in 2 days.
But if you take a boat downstream in the river, driven by the rushing river water, you can reach the estuary of the English Channel in less than a day.
That's what Alfred did.
He first climbed into the canyon again, and used the bone knife he suggested to stab and chop the crocodile skin that he had killed yesterday and carried it on his shoulders.
Alfred's skinning skills were inherited from the Slavic king "Bakambusi".
During the months of hunting in Asgard, he followed Bakambusi closely and learned almost all of his hunting skills. There are many kinds of tricky prey in the seven great realms. In comparison, it is not difficult to peel off a crocodile skin completely.
Next, he carried the crocodile skin and came to the Seine River not far from the "Crocodile Canyon".
No one would refuse a lone traveler carrying precious crocodile skin on his shoulders, especially when Alfred said in a clumsy English that he could sell the crocodile skin exclusively to the ship owner at half price, and he was immediately invited to the ferry.
The French ship owner, who had made a small fortune, even took out a new set of clothes for him to change into, and filled his stomach by the way.
After being disguised by the Chuanhuo Gang, Alfred exuded this harmless edge feeling all over his body. Not to mention that he was originally English and spoke fluent English. He was far from the group of Vikings wanted by the Golden Scale Guard.
When night fell again, the rushing river had already sent the ferry to the dock near the English Channel.
A large number of ferries gathered here.
Alfred touched the two French gold coins engraved with "Gorse Leaves" in his hand and came to the French ship owner again.
"Generous sir, the weather has turned cold these days. I wonder if I can use a gold leaf to exchange for this luxurious fox fur coat on you?"
The French ship owner pinched his ears and asked three times before confirming that the English in front of the British boy's mouth was indeed this meaning.
The gold coin "Gorse Leaves" commonly used in the Duchy of France has a strong purchasing power.
The young man carrying a complete crocodile skin on the riverside first bought himself a high-quality crocodile skin at half the price (for the ship owner, this is no different from picking up 5 gold leaves for free), and then he wanted to use a gold leaf to exchange for the fox fur coat he had worn for 10 years?
I would not mind if I had ten more fools like this!
The barge docked at the port and began to unload. Alfred walked off the ship contentedly in a fox fur coat. Outside the dock, he saw the port full of Golden Scale Guards. They led huge black hounds and carefully checked the merchants who were about to board the ship.
With a slight smile, Alfred knew that he had guessed right again.
Walking casually into a queue waiting to board the ship, Alfred gently patted the old man in front of him.
"Dear sir, the weather is cold, and you are wearing so thin that it makes people feel distressed. Why don't I put this fox fur coat on you."
As he said, he took off his clothes and gently put them on the old man's shoulders.
The old Frenchman could not understand Alfred's English at all. But the young man with a sunny smile put a coat on him, and he instinctively wanted to express his gratitude.
As soon as he turned around, he found that the young man had disappeared without a trace.
"Child, did you see the young man behind me just now?" The old man asked the young Englishman who was standing behind him and waiting to board the ship with his wife.
However, the newlywed young man was obviously still immersed in the sweet memories of his wife's trip to France, and did not pay attention to who was in front of him.
"Oh! I am old and my eyes are blurry!" The old man muttered.
(Did I have an illusion just now?)
(But there is a fox fur coat with good quality on my body, which is true!)
The team preparing to board the ship continued to move forward. Finally, when the old man stood in front of the Golden Scale Guard, the hound in the hands of the Golden Scale Guard immediately became anxious.
He barked loudly at the old man, and then bit his coat tightly, trying to pull it off from him.
"Hail Mary, what happened?" The collapsed old man was pressed to the ground by the Golden Scale Guard before he had time to struggle.
"The real master has appeared! Brothers, hold him down!"
The eyes of the Golden Scale Guard flashed with excitement. The French Merchants Association offered an exaggerated and unimaginable price for Alfred's head.
He seemed to have heard the crisp sound of gold coins falling from the sky.
"Alfred is a student who graduated with the first place in the Pantheon! His strength is extraordinary. Everyone, come around! Hold his hands tightly for me"
The old man didn't even have a chance to explain, and was immediately pressed under a group of fat and strong Golden Scale Guards.
"Sir, how could I be the Prince of Wessex? I really want to restore my youth, but do I have the ability to do that?"
"Bullshit!"
"You got the help of the Zoroastrian demons, and they must have put on a human skin mask for you. Brothers, peel off his face and restore his true face!"
Four or five big hands fumbled around on the old man's face, trying to find the seams of the human skin mask. This made it even more difficult for the old man, who was already mentally confused, to speak.
"This dress was given to me by the young man standing behind me."
After saying this with difficulty, the leader of the Golden Scale Guard suddenly turned around and stared at the newlyweds standing behind the old man.
"Hehe, so that's what happened! Prince Alfred, I wonder where you can run this time!"
"Brothers, cuff him for me!"
"Captain, which one are you talking about?"
"Fuck! Is there any need to ask? Of course, it's everyone in the dock!"
The originally orderly port immediately became a mess. In a corner where no one noticed, Alfred had already activated his psychic power. With the power of the Hurricane Berserker activated, he jumped on the breeze, flew over a distance of 10 meters and jumped directly onto the ferry that was about to set sail.
He followed the outer wall of the ship all the way and slipped into the warehouse through the porthole. The warehouse was neatly stacked with barrels of rum, spices, cloth and glassware from Byzantium.
After finding a barrel of rum, Alfred opened the lid and jumped into the barrel with a plop.
He knew how powerful the French hounds were, so after entering the ship, he did not leave a footprint on the floor.
This farce on the dock will not end for a while.
If the Golden Scale Guard led the hounds to search the ship, only this strong rum could cover up the smell on his body.