Chapter 39: The Feeling Has Arrived! It Can't Be Stopped!

  "Your Highness..." At the entrance of this palace, a guard was peeking out and waving his hand, "Your Highness..."

  A group of lunatics in the house, I went out and asked: "What's wrong?"

  The guard said: "There is a young lady looking for you in front of the palace gate."

  "A young lady?" I was puzzled, I didn't have any female friends after all.

  The guard said: "Miss Jimiski's family, and with her came a very handsome man, um, really handsome!"

  "I'll go see them."

  A very handsome man is flirting with me? Am I not beautiful?

  I stroked my chin, I'm a man, men can't be described as beautiful, nor do they make a living by selling their buttocks.

  I was lost in thought, walking out of the triple palace gate, when I saw a handsome man standing next to Penélope, touching the flowers in the courtyard, and couldn't help but smile. How did Friedrich from Germany come here?

  "I came to your house because there are some things I want to talk to you about." The artistic girl heard my footsteps from afar and put away the relaxed attitude she had when her master was not around.

  "Really?" I took a close look at the two of them. Well, if Frederick was indeed a man, it couldn't be denied that he looked quite appealing to girls. "I didn't expect your relationship to progress so quickly."

  "What's going on?" Penny asked dazedly.

  "What else can be between men and women? Of course it's love. Well done, young man, congratulations on finding a true..."

  "What?!" "Me with her?!"

  The two people involved both turned bright red with embarrassment.

  The artistic girl opened her parasol and said shyly, "Don't divert the topic too far! I came to find you today to talk about your plan. Is it convenient for you to go out? I don't want to be seen by your friends here."

  "Alright." Just right, I also want to talk to her about those things.

  Love is like this, first of all, both men and women must see eye to eye in order to develop further. The people on my side have been complaining about the noble ladies from Penivis's side, and the best solution I can think of is to replace them.

  I didn't mean to have Pennywise bring in another batch of noble ladies from elsewhere, there are only so many nobles in Constantinople, and it's only possible for Dionysus' crisis event to pull out thirty or so beautiful noble ladies at once. With such good quality, even if placed in the courts of other European countries, they would be top-notch goods, so my intention is to arrange for the same noble lady to meet different people based on each meeting experience.

  "It can't be helped!" The artistic girl sighed dejectedly, "We have a lot of complaints on our side too!"

  "So this is your awareness of defending precious things. I think it's not unexpected that Dion Street was demolished." I provoked her.

  "It's not like that! We girls have been working hard, but it's you guys who are being difficult on purpose! From noon till dusk! God above, have you ever seen a noble lady talk nonstop for so long while her male companion remains silent? It's not just that he's not speaking up, the worst part is that some of your companions aren't even gentlemen!" The artistic girl reacted extremely fiercely, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

  I asked nervously: "Why didn't you wear a suit..."

  "Isn't it your gentlemen's job to make the whole encounter more interesting? But did they? No! Not at all!!!"

  It's okay, as long as it's not a violent outburst, anything is fine! Frederick's low hum next to me made me quite embarrassed, it seemed like he was saying "look, even the Roman Empire's high-ranking nobles don't know how to pick up girls": "There's a reason for this."

  "What reason?"

  "There are some things I don't know whether I should say or not..."

  "Suit yourself!"

  Frederick's presence made me a bit apprehensive, but thinking that the literary girl would likely reveal it sooner or later, I thought of a more tactful way to express myself and continued: "Do you know that in ancient Greece during the classical city-state era there was a city-state called Sparta?"

  "Sparta, isn't that a plain where crops can be planted? I think I saw it in that manuscript." The literary girl replied after some thought.

  Generation gap, absolute generation gap. Nowadays, when people mention Sparta, the first impression that comes to mind is a muscular man wearing briefs, but here it's actually a farmer from Mountain Spring! I couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time: "If you really care about why they're like this, my only answer is that we've been educated in the Spartan way since childhood. Going out alone with a noble lady is a first-time experience for most people."

  "Alright, many of you are first-timers! I think I get the point now, it's weird, are you all Puritans? The kind of Puritans who abolish all joy and entertainment?" Frederick's question was hard to answer. Puritans, damn it, those people are the ones who should be abolishing pleasure, so how come they still go to bed? Oh, I forgot, the doctrine of the Puritans is that going to bed **is not for pleasure, but for producing more followers of God..."

  "We've come to a crossroads, which way do you think we should go?" Penelope nudged Frederick with her parasol, and he replied, "That's for you to decide."

  Then I saw two pairs of eyes full of expectation... um, who can tell me what they are expecting?

  "The wind is sighing, I heard the distant shore of the future calling, a scorching touch, fire burning youth, years playing an exciting melody, people, you must make a good choice, any choice will be the first step on the path to destiny!"

  Frederic, your hands are so powerful that you can swat a flying mosquito down. But why did you start reciting poetry? Is it poetic inspiration? However, what's with this eerie and desolate feeling of never turning back? Are there ambushes set up ahead? Are there assassins? Is the other side of the future calling out to us? Are you hungry? There are many cafes ahead, are you hinting that I should go buy something for you to eat? Don't you have any money?

  "How about it? Have you made your choice?" The artistic girl urged impatiently.

  "I asked back in puzzlement: 'Why me? Can't you just make the decision yourself?'"

  "Gentlemanly demeanor, gentlemanly demeanor! Hurry up and decide, any choice you make is destined to be." Frederick said.

  I rolled my eyes, this is what he said, gentlemanly demeanor is a big killer: "Since any choice has already been predetermined by fate, then why did I ever have a choice? Hmm, let's go straight ahead..."

  I didn't see the first step, but the literary girl was stunned as soon as she heard it. Frederick's eyes followed and then contracted, and immediately afterwards, both of them not only had red necks and faces, but also shook their bodies excitedly.

  Frederick breathed heavily: "Did you hear that just now?"

  Penny Vis's little bird nodded repeatedly, and she exclaimed in a low voice: "I heard it! I heard it!!! This must be remembered! It must be used!!! We didn't come here for nothing!!! Great! Frederick, you're a genius!"

  "Since any choice has already been a predetermined trajectory, then what choice have I ever had?" Frederick habitually pressed his hand to his chest, he felt it! He felt it again! The helplessness of Satan's fall from being an angel to becoming the king of demons, a short sentence that conveyed countless bitterness and suffering. Opening his eyes again, his pupils shone with tears, he felt it! Yes, the feeling came! It came in waves, overwhelming!!

  I noticed that the two of them couldn't keep up, turned around, and a dazzling light flashed before my eyes. After that, I saw two people... no, their state could no longer be described as human! Two people standing on the street, laughing and crying at the same time... what? Lunatics? Alright, at this moment, would it be better to describe them as performance art enthusiasts? Their eyes were filled with unstoppable tears!

  What's going on?

  Sweat! How did I end up crying?! Who can tell me what's going on?!

  You will never be able to feel the shock in my heart at that moment...

  Facing all the strange and suspicious glances cast upon me, I can only shout in my heart...Damn it, I haven't done anything!!!

  My family's tailor didn't tell me after observing the celestial phenomena last night, and I really shouldn't have gone out today because this is just the beginning... Of course, there are even more terrible things, and after that, I basically couldn't understand what Frederick, this artistic young man and artistic girl, were saying... Although they were clearly speaking Greek... Ah, they were clearly speaking human language, but how could I not understand what these two wanted to express! Not understanding is just not understanding, no matter that the private tutor who taught me the language was once famous in Constantinople, he simply didn't have the ability to turn Greek, a language similar to English, into a profound and elegant literary language! God, how high an artistic level must one attain to complete such a magnificent and breathtaking project?!

  What a gap!

  What goes around comes around!

  What a huge difference in combat power!

  Just this morning you were saying someone was a waste of the fifth war, now look at yourself!

  "A man lives a life, ultimately owing God one death. Darkness, so thick it's almost suffocating, fills the entire space. The ground is almost completely devoid of clean spots, with blood splattered everywhere; if there's such a thing as a human hell, this would be it."

  "The past is our deceased mother, not a dead thing. Our future constantly makes her appear in our minds. The gun was thrown into the sky. In his commanding voice, the gun split into seven identical guns. Seven long guns, seven kinds of sin: pride, envy, wrath, sloth, greed, gluttony and lust!"

  "Alone, I move forward slowly, sorrow falling all around me. Your face is frozen in my memory! The devil's despair, Satan's hatred, the longing for heaven - a thousand words and phrases are contained in just one sentence. It turns out that language can be so magnificent! Art, what else lies hidden deep within your temple?"

  Two hands reached up and touched the foreheads of two artistic youths who were probably already in a trance-like state...

  Not scalded... Ah! Strange... Really have to bring it to church for exorcism?

  "What are you doing?"

  Thank God, the two of them finally said something that made sense... or was it just that they had an idea to take them to exorcise the evil spirits and the evil spirits all dispersed?

  Ignoring the two artistic youths' dissatisfied eyes, I withdrew my hand: "Let me see if you have a fever. If you do, I'll go call the doctor."

  "You're the one who interrupted me, you should apologize for your barbaric behavior that broke my immersion in the ocean of words..."

  "Exactly, exactly!"

  "I'm heading home first." You two can play however you like, I'll just leave...