Chapter 52: The literary girl who writes books is the real literary girl

  It was only towards the end of September that things in the church had calmed down, and hardly had the Polish envoys departed when those from Russia arrived from the north.

  Their intentions are clear, the polar bear finally digested the Polish crown war and in the resting time of the ceasefire with Sweden, could not help but open its mouth to the Black Sea coast with more than 100,000 square kilometers.

  Whether to respond to Poland's request or join the Russians in kicking the fallen Germany.

  It depends on how Old Cheap Dad wants to play it.

  As for me personally, now is not a good time to annex that piece of land and turn it into an imperial province.

  Russians make peace with Sweden, the imperial army must leave the Carpathian Mountains. The area to be defended will expand from the Black Sea estuary of the Dniester River to more than 20 times, and will directly bear the pressure of Russian troops from Kiev and Kharkov. The mobilized army cannot be less than 50,000, and the cost of marching will exceed tens of millions.

  If we win, the remaining forces of the Kingdom of Poland can continue to drag on and temporarily serve as a buffer zone between us and the Russians. Later, when the Russians want to move south, they will have to consider the gap in strength between them and our empire.

  As for the loss, the losses of several ace legions are enough to make the old father cry, and a defeat can also make the Roman Empire lose its face in front of the rising power of France. As for the remnants of the Polish kingdom along the Black Sea coast, their situation is only slightly better than that of the imperial team defending on the border.

  Will Roma lose?

  This is what I am worried about, the empire has not had a big war for over 20 years, and the old generals are either dead or too old, while on the other side of Russia, they have a big battle every three years and a small one every year, and can fight with Sweden, which was once powerful enough to dominate the entire Baltic Sea, to a stalemate, and even gain the upper hand.

  So what can we get from Poles?

  In the past Polish-Russian war, we warned Russia that it would stop at Kiev while fighting with Sweden.

  A large number of Poles flooded into the Empire due to war, providing the Empire with cheaper labor and beautiful prostitutes. The entertainment industry in the Empire was impacted by the influx of Polish women, causing prices for services such as kissing to drop from 10 aspers to 3 aspers, and finding a pretty Polish woman cost only one dinar.

  If that land were to be acquired, the imperial nobles who own large estates on the Danube Plain would likely establish their perfume material plantations there. That land could also serve as a gateway for a reception center, absorbing more Polish immigrants and monopolizing all Black Sea outlets, blocking Russians from the Mediterranean trade circle. The benefits are indeed numerous.

  On September 29th, after a few days of contact, Emperor Taizong of Tang would meet with Russia in the Imperial Grand Palace to see what kind of tricks they could play.

  And I had just returned after finding a place to stay near the Prussian embassy with a German girl who didn't want to meet Hans, when someone came up and told me that someone was looking for me.

  As I walked through the arched gateway of the front yard, I was astonished to see a familiar figure standing in the garden behind it, holding a parasol.

  I was taken aback.

  How did she come?

  The head of the guards at the gate came up and said in a low voice, "Miss Jimskey arrived some time after Your Highness left the palace and has been standing there ever since, saying she is waiting for Your Highness."

  Today's Pennywise, wearing a typical French-style robe, this kind of French-style long skirt is a kind of long skirt that opens at the front and back, tightens at the waist, with light-colored flower patterns full of Chinese style, it looks fresh and beautiful from afar.

  She turned around, her eyes still a bit dazed and confused, but when she saw my weird smile, her body subtly retreated. Her shy and beautiful posture like a startled little bird made the smile on my face even wider, which was an expression of being intimidated before the battle.

  "Your Highness, you're back." Penelope curtsied from a distance, her upper body slightly bent forward, executing a ladylike greeting.

  "Are you here for something?"

  "Uh, there's something." The artistic girl had a look of panic and shyness on her face that she couldn't hide, she walked to me with trembling steps, lowered her head, and a layer of blush spread across her cheeks, along with the shy lowering of her head, making my heart skip a beat.

  I looked up at the sun: "The sun is not big, but why don't you go in and wait?"

  "Because I don't dare." Because the artistic girl wore a small silk hat on her head, I couldn't see her expression very clearly, but a pair of constantly trembling eyelashes explained everything.

  Her words amused me, and I glanced at the literary girl's outfit with abandon. Suddenly, I felt that this girl who was already stunning in Konstantin Square had an additional soft and charming feeling.

  She took another glance, and it turned out to be the front of a French robe with silk lining and intricate embroidery. The layered chest was adorned with complex bows, which gave off a delicate beauty at first sight, and the artistic girl's gentle aura became even more enchanting.

  "I have come to apologize to you..."

  "I'm sorry..."

  "Huh?" I didn't hear clearly, that tiny voice like a mosquito's hum was completely inaudible and I couldn't make out what she was saying.

  All I saw was the literary girl lifting her skirt and squatting on the ground, apologizing: "I'm very sorry, I was ignorant and arrogant to tarnish your reputation. I'm also grateful for your generosity and protection of us. But it's precisely your generosity and magnanimity that makes me and my companions not know how to behave. I really don't know what to say, really, Your Highness, all I can do now is apologize! Hope you can forgive our mistakes!"

  "Error?"

  "Yes, I have been slandering your good name in the book!" The two little rabbits on Pennywise's chest were trembling with fear.

  I gazed at her with a playful tone: "Do you know, originally no matter what others said, as long as you didn't acknowledge it, everything in that book was just a coincidence, an unintentional mistake, and there was still room for retreat. But now, your words have confirmed the crime name given to you by the church. Aren't you afraid? You should know that Caesar's pardon is interpreted as a single careless misunderstanding."

  The delicate and enchanting neck of the girl turned bright red in this moment, her red lips trembled, and then I saw those eyes again, very determined, very stubborn, how to say it, reddish, very cute. "I am very afraid. On those nights when I was under house arrest, I hardly slept a single day, but fear cannot make me pretend that nothing happened after being released, ignore your kindness, and hide like an ostrich for the rest of my life."

  Her eyebrows were indeed covered with a layer of powder that couldn't conceal her exhaustion and haggardness. I said with a mixture of laughter and tears, "Alright, get up, you should go thank Caesar for issuing the special pardon."

  "Caesar is to be thanked, but I know that without your pardon, Caesar would not have issued this special amnesty." Pennevis said stubbornly.

  "I thought for a moment and suddenly said, 'Have you ever considered the possibility that I may not have read that book at all, but now that you mention it, I suddenly feel the urge to go read it. What if I regret it later and come back to blame you guys?'"

  "The idea of writing a book was mine, and the creative ideas were provided by me alone! Others were brought in to help as I am the president of the Elysée Club."

  Listening to this rendition that's similar to the one you used on me, I gazed at the girl's delicate face and my hand involuntarily reached out to touch her cheek, the sensation of my fingertips was very smooth...

  There's a strange feeling in my heart, hmm, could it be that I like her? It doesn't quite feel like it, but she's such a stubborn yet adorable girl, always making me want to tease her. As for the thing about writing a book to slander me, probably because I have a pretty good impression of her, I didn't bother to pursue it. Of course, as someone over thirty, I don't take these young girls' willfulness too seriously either.

  I think I've figured it out! As a man in my thirties, my affection for Pennywise is the kind of care that an elder has for a younger person? A pure and unrelated love? Is this a form of platonic relationship between men and women?!

  Whoa!

  It seems that in a moment of carelessness, I actually found the direction for progress on Frege's knotty philosophical problem!

  A soft murmur in my ear brought me back from deep thought, and I saw Penelope shrink her neck, her pretty face blushing, looking shy and not daring to look at me straight.

  I hesitated for a moment before withdrawing my fingers from his cheek, and suddenly remembered a question that I had forgotten to ask for a long time: "Why did you find me on that day?"

  The artistic girl's voice was barely audible: "Because... you flipped through those books at the coffee shop that day... and looked at a lot of them. This is what Mr. Artemis, also known as Mnemosyne's boss, told me."

  It turned out to be this reason, it seems that the literary girl didn't do too badly either. I smiled and said: "Your apology, I won't accept..."

  Before she panicked, I said again: "Remember, you're not wrong! Everything in the book is just a coincidence! You can go back and change those coincidences, no one will bother you because of that. Promise me, keep writing your book. If you don't write it, others will think you're guilty, do you know?"

  "Really, must I write it?" The artistic girl asked timidly.

  "What do you think?"

  "Really, really, must I write?" The literary girl asked again.

  Squatting down and looking straight at her, I said: "Of course! Now that you have a reputation, continuing to write will get more people paying attention to your book. At that time, you'll have the fame, prestige, and connections that other noblewomen can only dream of - isn't that great?"

  "Can't I just not write it? I don't need any of that stuff." The artsy girl seemed to be afraid of something.

  I couldn't help but smile wryly: "Are you afraid of the church?"

  Penny nodded like a little chick pecking at grain.

  Are you afraid of being threatened again?

  Pei Weisi continued to nod with a red face, she grabbed the hem of my clothes and pulled it, pitifully saying: "We won't write anymore, okay?"

  You won't write anymore, then saving you would lose a lot of its meaning. I think I understand: "Your father and family are all against your continued writing?"

  Penny nodded again.

  "Alright." Pinching his chin, I suddenly asked again, "Are you afraid of me?"

  Penny's eyes glazed over and she pouted, her eyes reddening as if she was about to cry: "I'm scared, you guys, I'm all scared."

  "The ones you fear, they also fear me. So, should you fear me a little more or them a little more?" The smile at the corner of my mouth grew wider as I waited for Penelope to back down.

  "You're all bullying me." Pennywhistle muttered in distress, "If you make things difficult for me in the future, what am I supposed to do?"

  "I'm not that kind of person," I said calmly.

  "What if something happens? I don't want my family and friends to be affected by me."

  "What else can I give you to make you feel at ease?" I asked another question that put him in a difficult position.

  "I don't know, I really don't know." Penny Viswas tormented beyond measure.

  "I suddenly had a rather interesting idea: 'You can consider this experience as the days of traveling with the devil. I am that devil who can eat you up at any moment. You, dear Miss Penwiper, will be by my side, trembling with fear at every move I make, and personally experiencing the threat from a devil to a human being. I think it would be very helpful for writing. What do you think?"

  Pennyvis covered her small mouth in shock: "Please don't say that again, okay? It's very embarrassing for me!"

  I couldn't help but pinch her cheek, it felt so good, and the little girl became even more shy. Hmm, a literary girl who can write is a good literary girl, I thought for a moment and continued to say: "If you really think you owe me something, then help me with one thing, a very important thing, okay?"

  I need the help of a literary girl, which is within her power, that is to help this old brother Marcus.

  Pennywise is great, beautiful and knows her place. After the church fuss, she was already famous outside, now even more so. Through her, I believe that sending greeting cards to each other during holidays will become a popular trend in high society.

  I've made an appointment with Penny Vis three days later. I want to introduce her to Marcus the fat guy at that time.

  Taking advantage of such a lovely girl, isn't it a bit not very good?

  I'm helping her out, and it's also a win-win situation. Three days later, she appeared with me in public, and those petty people who wanted to cause trouble for her would naturally retreat when they saw this fact. After all, the Seofano family is quite good at playing the role of lions, whether it's driving away wolves or rounding up meat.

  "It's war!!!"

  I furrowed my brow, turned around and listened to the voice, only to see it was Alexander.

  "Finally, there's a battle to be fought!"

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