Chapter 395 7.49 Francis's Decision

Entering the hotel, eating and washing, everyone slept until the sun was high in the sky.

After eating and drinking until almost noon, Loki led Alfred and Wenzof to the woodland behind the Versailles Castle and handed over 30 silver coins to see the true appearance of the unicorn with their own eyes.

The unicorn symbolizes purity and has always been a friend of women. Looking at the entire Western Continent, I am afraid that only France has the ability to raise such an ornamental animal that can neither be eaten nor ridden.

The Viking rough men did not appreciate the aesthetics of rare animals at all. Everyone felt that it was meaningless and got up and left, while muttering that the silver coins might as well be used to buy 300 pancakes.

Passing through the woods all the way, Loki found that the latitude of France was lower than that of England.

At this point, the coniferous forest disappeared and was replaced by broad-leaved forest. Oak trees, ginkgo, red maple, and metasequoia that had not been seen in 22 years began to appear. In the woods, you can often see young men on horseback carrying their women. The two of them walked to a shaded area and spread out their stalls and sat on the ground.

They don't need to work or run around. They can lie quietly on soft blankets and enjoy the warm sunshine like young men and women in the 21st century.

On the other hand, after a whole winter of hard work, Loki made every household in the Normandy region own fields and properties.

The gap in national strength between the two countries is nakedly displayed here.

**

Versailles Castle is a peripheral city of Paris. In the words of later generations, it is a "satellite city". All goods shipped from Paris to the English Channel must be packaged and transferred here, and all goods shipped from the seven countries of England to France also stop and transfer here.

Therefore, the official road outside the city is bustling with horse teams passing by. Following the crowded carriages and horsemen on the official road, 7 hours later, when dusk fell, the majestic city of Paris finally appeared in front of everyone.

This is the first time he has seen a huge city that can spread to the horizon since he crossed.

According to the experience of living in Paris for a whole winter, the permanent population of Paris is more than 300,000. This number is of course far from the "million population" of Chang'an in the Tang Dynasty, but it is also a very terrifying number.

You know, before the invasion of the Slavs, all the Vikings in the entire Scandinavian Peninsula added up to only 300,000.

Not counting the 21 provinces, the city of Paris alone is equivalent to the total population of the entire Viking territory.

After entering the city, the exquisite city also presents the same architectural texture as the ancient Roman city-state period.

At the end of the 8th century, Gothic architecture had not yet been fully popularized, and the focus of the Plantagenet Renaissance was not on architectural craftsmanship.

The scholars only excavated the ancients' scrolls and picked up the long-lost Roman handicrafts.

The city is full of arches, columns and wide, flat, and sculpture-lined assembly squares belonging to the Roman era. Walking in this gorgeous city, Loki was surprised to find that there was almost no exposed soil in the city.

All the roads were covered with stone bricks.

All exposed land was planted with green grass or shrubs.

You don't know how expensive firewood and rice are until you become the head of a household. Only after sitting on the Duke's chair did Loki understand that behind the seemingly ordinary street landscape in the future, a well-staffed "municipal department" was needed to work day and night.

Now let's look at the capital of Normandy, "Rainy Heights".

A large population brings a large population of troubles.

Not to mention paving roads, he was not even able to completely remove the horse manure on the road.

**

It was rare to enter a big city. Loki looked around and found that there were no guards around. He immediately ordered everyone to move freely for a day and return to the residence of Archbishop Francis tomorrow night.

As for the trial of the "Inquisition", it was already late anyway.

It didn't matter if it was late for a few more days!

Expect me to honestly abide by the time you set like a dog on a chain?

This is completely impossible.

After explaining all the tasks, he happily rushed into the market with Alfred. Although the two are nominally "father and son", they are of similar age and there is no obstacle to communication.

Wenzof distributed sufficient silver coins to all the guards, and they quickly disappeared in the bustling streets of Paris like a school of fish entering the water.

Archbishop Francis, who was in sharp contrast to Loki's calmness.

Unlike the Vikings who lived one day at a time and were ready to pick up an axe to meet Odin at any time, the old archbishop was a person with a long-term plan for "life". He was thinking about how he would survive in the next ten years almost every moment.

He had a very thorough understanding of the question of "how to survive".

Don't look at the fact that he now has 100,000 imperial silver coins and 5 priceless jewelry rings. He seems to be able to leave Loki at any time to find a better life, but the old archbishop knows it in his heart.

The Illuminati can't deal with Loki, but it doesn't mean that the Illuminati can't deal with him.

Once he leaves Loki's protection, no matter where he flees to, within three days, the spies and assassins hired by "Diamond Flower" Durand will immediately capture him and bring him back to France.

What will greet him then, the old priest dare not even think about.

The Duchy of France can sit on the most fertile land and stand on this road for five hundred years, all of which is not from charity.

Behind every bright and beautiful "face", there must be a "inside" full of blood and dirt.

The old priest does not want to see any dirty tricks belonging to "civilized people".

**

When everyone left, Francis wandered around the room like an ant on a hot pot.

As the lights came on and a bright moon rose in the sky, he opened the closet and took out a wooden square box from the bottom of a pile of clothes.

His short and thick hands kept groping for the delicate wood grain texture of the square box. After thinking for a long time, his eyes gradually became sharp from distracted.

Finally, he put the wooden box in his arms and made some kind of decision.