Chapter Sixty Assassin

  Poland is a great tragedy, but this tragic figure is not uncommon. After Poland ruined itself, it was repeatedly ravaged by the surrounding powers.

  The great powers did not treat a B-29 that could be brought down with just five fingers so gently.

  The Swedes, Russians, Austrians, and even the Prussians all came to join in, making it like a gang bang. After the high tide of the War of the Polish Succession, Warsaw was repeatedly ravaged, leaving the great Poland in a state of collapse, with its residual tremors still lingering.

  Then we Romans all came, it's just that I don't know if relying on us and the Russians can bring the big wave to a new peak.

  In this war, I came to gild just like Valence, but in order to distinguish ourselves from the sons of those corrupt officials, we still have to do something.

  Uncle Zimis Zia threw over a civilian noble who followed him as the main person in charge, and proposed that Valens and I be his deputies. Anyone with eyes can see that the noble is used to take the blame if something goes wrong. The big nobles have this advantage, someone is always ready to take the blame for them at any time. But there are also some disadvantages, that is, no matter how well we do things, there will always be people who share our credit, and even the first credit.

  However, I'm quite open-minded. Others are taking such high risks to take the blame for me, how can they not even get a bit of credit? Besides, I'm already a member of the royal family, no matter how great my achievements are, it's not like I can rise any higher. If I really want to stand out, instead of competing with others for merit, I'd rather be the one creating the opportunities. Uncle Zimisya has great foresight, he appointed me as a probationary staff officer, so now I can chime in on anything.

  Returning to the city hall, he was taken to a place where overnight work was being done, and Valence followed several officials who were better at arithmetic and more than a dozen clerks who were already doing things about military rations.

  I looked around and asked, "We didn't bring that much money with us when we followed the army. What do you plan to use to pay those Polish landlords? You know, such a large amount of consumption can only be provided by local big landlords or nobles in a short time. Those guys, hum..."

  Valens didn't even lift his head, but rather several of the officials assisting him suddenly panicked: "Isn't there a legion commander around? Let him write an IOU in the name of the city council, and when the time comes, let those people go find the city council to collect."

  I sighed and said, "What if they don't even give face to that empty shell of a city council?"

  "What about the 20,000-strong army behind us? Let's rush forward." Valens said calmly.

  "Alright, I think what you should do now is to contact the highest administrative official in charge of this land. After all, our current identity is as soldiers, not administrative officials. The requisition of grain is under their jurisdiction, and without his permission and approval, it would be an overstepping of authority."

  Valens was shocked and raised his head, smiling awkwardly: "I didn't expect this, what to do now, it's probably too late to go find him."

  I walked over to the table, picked up a goose quill pen and dipped it in ink: "I'll write it down. From now on, I'll go help them collect debts, they can rest assured."

  The empire wants to rule this territory forever, it must have firm supporters. Now there are Russians, and those Poles can barely stand on our side. What if the Russians leave later, and that group of brain-damaged Polish nobles forget their pain after healing?

  Let them create another group of enemies then.

  Those powerful landowners and nobles who held the IOUs formed a force that pitted them against the city assemblies, with the Empire acting as an arbiter. Meanwhile, while these people were busy chasing after debts, the Empire took advantage of the situation to infiltrate and cut off their control over the local area. By the time they finished fighting, the Empire would likely have gained control over this place too.

  It's just that I, as the guarantor of this IOU, will be quite busy at times, but being busy is a good thing, it means life is fulfilling.

  We worked all night at the city hall, and it was not until the third call for coffee that we looked up to see daylight. At this time, we had everything in readiness, and all that remained to be done was to issue orders, letting the city officials, escorted by cavalry with guides, proceed to their designated points.

  Valens was about to follow them out, but he was stopped by Uncle Zimiszczi.

  That guy is really desperate.

  Uncle Zhīmǐsīzhīa sent our group of people to rest in the rooms prepared by the Municipal Hall.

  A guard escorted us over there.

  My room was arranged in the courtyard on the left side of the city hall, on the second floor, at the very back. There is such a room next to each administrative office building. As soon as I entered the door, I smelled the unique fragrance of a woman's bedroom.

  Woman?

  I leapt backward with a cold sweat and drew out my pistol, sweeping it violently into the room.

  On the table not far from the bed, a pair of shiny black knee-high boots were placed on top, and looking down, the owner who was wearing tight riding breeches that showed off her long beautiful legs was a woman with her face covered by a hat.

  She was wearing a short-tailed double-breasted black jacket with white lace on the cuffs, inside which was a dark-colored vest that hugged her tightly, and the high collar in front was cut open, revealing a pair of breasts that rose and fell rhythmically. At first glance, this woman had a full figure, with curves in all the right places, exuding a sense of sexiness and charm, with a unique beauty that made one want to take another look, and even feel an urge to take her to bed.

  She placed her hands together on the small waist that couldn't withstand a single grasp, and she woke up. Just as she was about to remove her hat, I aimed my gun at her.

  "Who are you?" I shouted loudly from beside the door.

  "Anyway, I'm not an assassin. No, it seems like what I do is assassination. But that's not right either. Hmm, how should I explain? Oh, just know that I'm not here to assassinate you." The woman spoke in a jumbled manner, but roughly speaking, I understood that she meant no harm.

  "What makes me believe you?" I stared at the guy who was snoring loudly in the bedroom, and then I took another look around the room, but didn't find anything unusual.

  "The woman said, 'I am from Caesar's faction!'"

  "Evidence!"

  The strange woman chuckled and took off her triangular hat, revealing a metal mask that covered her entire face, only exposing her eyes and lips, and a head of gorgeous brown hair.

  "Who are you?"

  "They say men are heartless, and it's true. In just a few years, you've forgotten me, the one who saved your life? I'm the one who gave you meat to eat when you were starving!"

  Listening to these unpleasant words, my thoughts suddenly took me back to a certain noon nine years ago when I was so hungry that I fainted.

  I stared in shock: "So it was you, that guy who peeked at me when I was eight years old!"

  Just as I was about to say something, I immediately covered my mouth. With a thud, the female gangster at the table was knocked to the ground, and she supported her sore buttocks with her hands, very dissatisfied: "I've done so much for you, but you only remember that I peeked at your whole body?!"

  I coughed lightly and I think my face turned red: "No way, unforgettable for eternity, I think any man would find it hard to forget being peeped at by a woman."

  "You're still shy, just like before, always blushing." The female vagabond stood up and brushed off the dust from her body.

  "You've changed a lot too, you're in much better shape." I shot back.

  The female vagabond put on her hat and walked over: "Yeah, want to come over and feel it? Is the hand feeling different from before?"

  "Hold it right there before I can determine your ultimate goal. Although I know you and that you are one of us, you still need to show me some evidence, the evidence that my father sent you."

  "Still so suspicious." The female vagabond grumbled discontentedly, then handed over the red-lacquered sealed letter and revealed a ring on her left hand's ring finger.

  I took it over, opened it and had a look. It was indeed the handwriting of Old Cheap. I glanced at the female hooligan and read on: "In short, during this war, you will obey me..."

  "Not a step away! You know, I know everything, you don't know... Hmph!" The female vagabond pressed down on the letter, let out a pleased hum, and then sat back on the edge of the bed. Her two long, beautiful legs lifted up high, and her tight leather pants wrapped around her plump buttocks, directly facing me. Her thighs were tightly closed together, highlighting the incredibly enticing private area below. Next, she curled up her legs and lay down on the bed, using her eyes full of temptation to hint at me to come over."

  "Caesar is afraid you'll get bored in this war, so he sent me over to keep you company and pass the time. You said you'd play with me for a while?"

  "It's been so long since we last met, what on earth has happened to you?" The female vagabond had changed, really changed to the point where I couldn't even recognize her. Clearly a familiar person, why did seeing her in this state not bring me joy?

  "I'm struggling to make a living now, but once I get through this, you can stay by my side and not go back. I'll ask my father for people, as his son, he won't refuse me. Although I don't have much money each month here, the funds to hire you as a bodyguard are sufficient. In the future, if you feel tired or take a liking to some man, you can leave me and live the life you want."

  Pity?

  Yes, the female vagabond lying in bed now is no longer the one I remembered.

  The first time I saw a female hooligan... Old Man Pi brought back several fresh corpses from the execution ground, that day he personally cut off the buttock meat from the corpse's buttocks and swallowed it down, then asked us to follow suit.

  The reason is simple, when you're hungry, you have to eat, if you don't eat, you can't survive.

  We've done similar training before, but that was to deal with stomach problems and eat all the disgusting food given by old people, the two are simply not on the same level!

  Valens didn't say a word, grabbed the knife and cut it down, otherwise how could he be called abnormal.

  Many people did, including Alexander, who swallowed a large piece of buttock meat with disgust, but I didn't. At that time, among dozens of people, Maurice was the only one who wanted to do it, but he tried several times and vomited profusely.

  The two of us, failures that we were, were taken to a forest in the wilderness. Old Man Xi let us go and fend for ourselves. The two of us had no outdoor hunting skills whatsoever, and were unarmed, so we were naturally battered and bruised all over. What's more tragic is that Maurice was an idiot at the time, pushing all sorts of responsibilities onto me. Alright, the two of us didn't have much energy left but still managed to get into another fight, which I won with a bloody nose and swollen face. After throwing Maurice, who had been beaten to a pulp, to the ground, I quickly found a pond and thought that diving in to catch some fish shouldn't be a problem. But after stripping naked and jumping into the water, tragedy struck - I ended up lying on the ground, stark naked, with nothing to show for it.

  The female vagabond appeared at this time, I remember she was very tender at that time, her figure was not as plump as it is now, but she still wore a mask, though it was a different style. However, this did not prevent her from carefully examining my little chicken, then jumping out of the bushes and throwing me a piece of bread and a bag of clear water.

  From that day on, the female vagabond would appear every few days, chat with me, ask me some random questions, until later, we left from Old Man's place to go to West Point Military Academy in Constantinople, after which I never saw her again.

  The female rogue put down the captivating pose of "help yourself" and lay back on the bed, which finally calmed me down a bit, but as soon as she opened her mouth, I was almost scared out of my wits.

  "I am an assassin."