Lin'an Never Night

Chapter 255 I Have a Secret (Additional chapter for the Book-obsessed Alliance Leader)
"It's you, Templar!"

Emmanuelle Belle, who had just returned to the yard from the riverside after being held hands by the twins Cheng'an and Chengqing to admire their masterpiece, a small puddle they had dug for raising fish, saw Yang Yuan at a glance and immediately ran over in surprise.

Poor girl, she only had a piece of chest cloth, which she used to write, and now she doesn't even have a replacement.

As he ran, Yang Yuanru saw the Qiantang tide rolling in.

However, Emmanuelle Belle, who was in surprise, obviously did not notice anything unusual about herself. She ran to Yang Yuan in surprise.

That's right, it's him!

That scene, although only lasted for a moment, has always been imprinted in her heart.

That was the end of her memory and also the beginning of her memory. She would never be wrong.

Seeing Yang Yuan's somewhat surprised eyes, Emmanuelle Belle's face flushed slightly.

She also knew that there was something wrong with the way she called him. Now she knew of course that this man was not a knight sent by the Lord.

However, she didn't even know his name, and in her trance, she mistakenly thought he was a knight of the Heavenly Temple, so she called him out.

"Oh, sorry, I... don't know your name, so..."

Emmanuelle smiled shyly, and her blue eyes shimmered slightly, like the gentle breeze blowing across the water of West Lake in autumn.

Yang Yuan recognized her, but... only because of her rare blonde hair.

That day on the sea, her wet and messy hair was disheveled, and Yang Yuan was in a hurry to save people, so he had no time to take a closer look at her appearance.

Although I had seen her before, her mouth and nose were always covered and I could only see her eyes.

Seeing her at this moment, with the sunlight shining on her face and her delicate and beautiful face amidst her shining blonde hair, Yang Yuan immediately associated her with the heroine of a movie he had seen called "Angels on Earth".

That image and temperament seem like!

At that time, her face suddenly appeared on the screen, and the young boy was stunned!

But he didn't expect that many years later, he would see a similar face here.

Thinking of her in white clothes, floating on the sea, she was very similar to the angel who fell into the water. It was really... a wonderful feeling.

Xue Liang, Cheng An, Cheng Qing, and the old Lu couple who rushed over after hearing the news all looked at Yang Yuan in surprise. What kind of knight is our Yang the Great? Could it be that he got promoted again?
Being stared at by so many pairs of eyes, and in front of him was a face similar to the angel that had amazed him beyond words in his youth, Yang Yuan couldn't help but feel a little elated.

He smiled slightly, and nodded gracefully, imitating the way Western knights greeted each other in the movies: "Oh, my name is Yang Yuany. May I ask your name, beautiful lady!"

The angel frowned slightly and looked at Yang Yuan with a little confusion.

Yang Yuan thought, could it be that the vocabulary and grammar of ancient English are very different from modern ones, so she can't understand it?
The angel coughed lightly and said in the standard Song Dynasty Mandarin: "I'm sorry, sir. I... could only barely understand a few words."

She said softly with a hint of shyness: "Excuse me, sir. This is the language used by the lower class in England, and I don't quite understand it. We speak Frankish and Latin. Can you communicate with me in these two languages?"

Yang Yuan smiled and said, "When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Let's speak the official language of the Song Dynasty!"

"Oh well!"

The angel must have noticed that Yang Yuan only knew a few words of the English language spoken by the common people, and... he was deliberately showing off in front of her.

A knowing smile flashed across the angel's eyes.

She knew that she was very beautiful. The knights of the Knights Templar all liked to show off their skills in front of her, like ostentatious peacocks.

The fact that this savior wanted to show off his abilities in front of her showed that he had a good impression of her and wanted to leave a good impression on her.

This conclusion made the angel very happy.

Because she also wanted to leave a good impression on her savior.

"Yes, sir. Please allow me to introduce myself. I am Emmanuellebert Clito Louis Alexandre en Emmanuelle de Tallorin-Périgord."

Emmanuelle Belle smiled: "You can call me Belle."

Yang Yuan was stunned. With such a long name, could this be a noble?
The nobles became slave girls..., the names of some dark novels flashed quickly in Yang Yuan's mind.

Ah! It's too dark!

Yang Yuan woke up and saw the bright sunshine and angelic blonde hair in front of him.

"I am the Knight of the Holy Rose, the Guardian of the Holy Cloth of Satir Cathedral, the Chief of the Templar Corps, the third heir to the Principality of Crito, Lord Emmanuel Belle!"

Emmanuelle Belle spoke briskly, like a nightingale singing, but her words were clear.

She really has a talent for languages. After learning Song Mandarin for only one year, she now speaks it even more standardly than Yang Yuan.

"I know that I am just a lucky person who was rescued. What I just said is just my past glory. I told you this not to show off, but just to hope that you can communicate with me in an equal and respectful manner."

Emmanuelle looked at Yang Yuan somewhat helplessly, but even though her blue eyes revealed a kind of helplessness, there was still a gentle beauty: "Because, I know that you Song people usually regard us as uncivilized monkeys, even though... I am a noble."

Yang Yuan couldn't help laughing out loud, he covered his mouth with his fist, cleared his throat, and then said solemnly: "Don't worry, as long as I'm not blind, I won't think of you as a monkey."

Emmanuelle Belle understood the double meaning of Yang Yuan's words, acknowledging her wisdom and praising her beauty at the same time.

This made her even happier, as she liked this Eastern knight very much.

Therefore, she was worried that after midnight, this pleasant meeting would be forgotten. She had to end this pleasant conversation and get down to business.

Emmanuel said to Yang Yuan seriously, "It was Mr. Yang who arranged for us to come here. I want to meet Mr. Yang. Could you introduce him to me, sir?"

Yang Yuan asked curiously, "Why do you want to see him? Didn't anyone tell you that you are no longer slaves and can leave at any time?"

"No, of course I know. So, I want to meet this generous and upright Mr. Yang. I want to... make a deal with him and get some help for my suffering sisters."

"Trade? You were Pu Yama's slaves before. You had nothing. What can you use to trade?"

"A piece of news! An information that Mr. Yang would be very interested in."

"Oh?" Yang Yuan raised his eyebrows. Through the conversation just now, he could certainly see that the little golden retriever in front of him was not stupid at all, but rather smart and clever.

So, although a female slave should not have any valuable information to trade, since she said so, she must really have some intelligence that he can use, right?

Thinking of this, Yang Yuan put his hand on his chest, bowed slightly, smiled and nodded, and said: "Well, let me formally introduce myself. I am the official of the Mechanical Speed ​​Office of the Privy Council of the Great Song Dynasty, Yang Yuan."

Seeing him use Western etiquette, Emmanuelle Belle subconsciously bent her legs slightly, lifted the hem of her skirt with both hands, and returned the greeting.

Yang Yuan smiled and said, "The Mr. Yang you are talking about is me, if nothing unexpected happens."

Belle was pleasantly surprised: "It's you, that's great. I..."

Belle suddenly noticed a group of onlookers around her. In a short while, many guests staying in the hotel also gathered around her, pointing at her as if they were looking at a monkey.

Bei Er said helplessly: "Can I talk to Mr. Yang alone?"

Yang Yuan walked to the river, clasped his hands to make way, and then started walking away. Bei'er understood and followed him.

Xue Liang was anxious to take him to see County Magistrate Xu, but he did not dare to hurry him, so he could only wait there anxiously.

By the river, Yang Yuan sat down on a rock and gestured to the opposite side.

Bei'er picked a smooth stone and sat down, with her legs together and slightly bent to one side. It was not as comfortable as Yang Yuan's big horse and golden sword, but it was very ladylike.

"What does Miss Belle want to tell me?"

Emmanuelle said, "We are the slaves bought by Pu Yama. The Song Dynasty wants to release us as free people. I am very grateful. But, Mr. Yang, you know, we are just a group of young women. We have no capital to make a living and lack the ability to protect ourselves."

"So what?" Yang Yuan did not tell them what arrangements he was going to make for them for the time being, wanting to see what ideas she had.

Emmanuelle Belle mustered up her courage and said, "I want to borrow some money from Mr. Yang and open a shop."

"That's all?"

"No, we are all young girls, and it is inevitable that we will have troubles of one kind or another. So, we still hope to get your protection."

Emmanuelle Belle's eyes sparkled: "You commanded a great naval battle, and at least thirty warships obeyed your command. You must be a general with great power. It shouldn't be difficult for you to protect a dozen weak women, right?"

Yang Yuan asked curiously: "So, what kind of business do you want to start?"

"Spices! The foreigners are selling spices from foreign lands. I believe that the foreigners selling foreign spices will do very well. Of course, there are foreign merchants doing this kind of business in the foreign market now, but they are doing it in bulk, which does not conflict with me."

"Of course, I need to borrow this capital from you."

Emmanuelle Belle observed the changes in Yang Yuan's expression. Seeing that he seemed unmoved, she added in time: "At the same time, I will let you invest in me?"

"Me? Invest in your shares?"

Yang Yuan raised his eyebrows. The angel opposite him put his long legs together and twisted them elegantly to one side.

Then the willow waist bent slightly, outlining a large blue chip stock.

The curve was smooth, just like the water in the creek beside it, flowing over a large rock that had been washed for thousands of years, and suddenly split to the left and right, flowing smoothly and roundly from both sides.

"Yes! Twenty percent of the shares, is that okay? I promise you, it will be a steady profit." Emmanuelle Belle tried hard to convince Yang Yuan.

In her opinion, a general of the State of Song who could command more than 30 warships must be in command of a large number of troops.

Her family was a sword-wielding noble family. It was because they had always followed and become loyal fans of Cardinal Satter and were blessed by the monks that they were able to rise from a small baron, generation after generation, and eventually grow into a grand duke.

Belle knew very well that she could no longer return to her homeland, at least not now.

No one would pay for her ocean voyage, and she had no way of keeping herself safe during the long voyage.

At the same time, the end of the ocean is not her country, but the home of her captive enemy.

In order to survive in the East and take care of so many sisters, she needs someone to protect her.

"We'll talk about being your shareholder later."

Yang Yuan withdrew his gaze from that good buttocks and asked, "So, what is the secret you want to tell me?"

"Yesterday, someone was stabbed to death at the dock, right?"

"Yes."

"I saw the murderer!"

(End of this chapter)