Chapter 10: Cruelty, from walking towards notorious fame

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  Every month, I return to the United Front Work Department to listen to current events news from various countries, which is a repeated reflection on being safe and thinking about dangers. However, after that, I said I would take revenge on society, so I will definitely do it.

  In Constantinople, the wealthy take a siesta at noon. At this time, in the southern districts along the coast of Constantinople, I and Alexander appeared with a large crowd on the Dionysus Street where people strolled about in twos and threes.

  The quaint and delicate Dion Street, often referred to as the backyard of locals, was suddenly shattered like a crudely broken porcelain due to the trampling and noise of hundreds of horses. The beautiful scenery was fragmented in an instant. Passersby glared at us. These people were all young, mostly young couples strolling hand in hand, who had plenty of leisure time to indulge in romance against the backdrop of the blue sea and sky.

  Yes, in that world they had a name for it: petty bourgeoisie.

  One of the romantic routines for Istanbul's bourgeoisie is to stroll hand in hand with their loved ones, feeling the warm Aegean breeze on Dion Street, and then head to Mon Cheri Café to sip a cup of coffee that leaves a lasting impression.

  Mnemosyne, this is not a name I made up. On Dion Street, there really is a cafe with the name of Mnemosyne, the Titan goddess of memory in Greek mythology, and the origin of the name of Dion Street where the cafe is located is also impressive. The mother of Aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty, Dione, is the source of the street's name.

  "Enter the embrace of Dionysus, to seek a beautiful memory that will never be forgotten from Mnemosyne, the goddess of memory." This is how the petty bourgeoisie in Constantinople describe it after artistic rendering. Of course, we can simply understand it as finding a pretty woman, taking her for a walk around here, then going into a coffee shop and drinking a cup of bitter coffee that makes your eggs ache, and finally at night, or rather during the usual dark and windy hours, finding a place to get laid, whether you hit the mark depends on the individual's skills.

  Only, the petit bourgeois living in this world are a minority, and most of them are ordinary people. Then, there's no way, the mother of the goddess of love and beauty let me and Alexander take hundreds of horseshoes and kick them over, followed by a loud shout, and suddenly appeared in front of Mnemosyne, who should be covering her chest and shouting "indecent".

  Looking back at the previous moment, the lovely and affectionate Mother of Love, Dione, I am very satisfied with the effect caused by several hundred horseshoes. Now the Mother of Love is more disheveled than a yellow flower girl who has been rolled over, it's not as good as that.

  The waiter at the coffee shop should not have seen such a group of fierce and handsome men riding war horses into Dionysus. His pupils were lost, his mouth was wide open, holding a plate, trembling in front of the door. I waited for half a day without hearing him fart.

  The leader's reaction was also surprising, but after all, he had been in contact with many officials and nobles, and was considered a person who had seen the big scene. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, pulled out a smile that wasn't too distorted, and came forward to greet him.

  "Do you have an appointment?"

  I happened to be standing at the entrance: "No, how can you not go in without an appointment?"

  The boss's face twitched a few times, and he quickly shook his head: "No, no! Mnemosyne has the most delicious coffee, the most delicious pastries, and the most beautiful view in the open window. I guarantee that you and your partner will have the most enjoyable day in Constantinople, absolutely... guests, please ask, what can our store do for you?"

  Looking at the incoherent person, Alexander signaled us to dismount. I waved my hand and pulled out a telescope, saying: "Oh, we're here to study the loopholes in the coastal defense of Constantinople, just give us enough space."

  I saw that inside the hall, there were many people who looked over and spat out the coffee in their mouths with a "pu" sound. After scanning the leader's eyes again, I thought that if the black line on his forehead could be substantialized, it would cover his entire brain.

  Alexander stepped into the house and looked around at the exotic foreign atmosphere that was different from the others. He glanced up at the stairs, stretched out his hand and pointed: "Up to the second floor."

  Then, in the eyes of a group of ladies and madams with sweat on their foreheads inside the house, Alexander led the way up first, and none of the servants who were responsible for carrying bags and chairs dared to come up.

  "Bring us a jug of wine from the estate on Crete." Valens said as he passed by the headwaiter, "Make sure it's chilled."

  "Hard liquor, two barrels." Maurice added.

  Konstanze flashed before the leader: "The kind from the Far East."

  In the coffee shop, he asked for strong liquor, the kind from Far East, and then looked at the fierce and cruel atmosphere of hundreds of horse-drawn carriages passing by. The manager probably had a heart attack. It's worth noting that Muneumoness is a famous place for elegance and courtesy, and most of its customers are women, ranging from eight-year-old girls to fifty-year-old women, even if male customers come, they would not dare to make such requests in front of women.

  This time it was my turn to walk over, and the leader looked up and saw that it was me. He probably thought of my fierce reply earlier, and he almost cried. The expression on his face, I could understand. Imagine this: in front of a Starbucks filled with hipsters, one day, more than ten Chinese main battle tanks loaded with missiles on helicopters crushed BMWs, Mercedes-Benz, Cadillacs, and Infinitis along the way, and finally walked into the store with their backs to the ruins of the street behind them, and ordered a bottle of Er Guo Tou plus a box of Hong Xing Er Guo Tou from the clerk. This scene can no longer be described as tragic.

  The leader almost used a tone of generosity and sacrifice, stuttering: "Do...you...need...anything...else?"

  I gave him a glance: "The goods, we've all put them by the saddle, just get someone to carry them in and prepare. As for the horses, just be careful not to feed them fodder."

  "Alright, no problem."

  The leader's face had just cleared of its dark clouds when he suddenly saw at least a hundred horses gathered at the entrance, his eyes rolled back, but he still didn't faint.

  Have several family guards stationed at the door, and when I go up to the second floor, Alexander and his group have already put together several tables in the midst of others' astonished gazes, maps, drawing pens, binoculars, and drafting scales are all placed on the table. After that, dozens of people face the direction of the sea, ignoring the sideways glances of all living things in the entire hall, enjoying the sea breeze blowing towards them.

  Then what?

  Then it was in the second floor of this elegant little house, recognized as the most suitable place for women to gather in Constantinople, where Alexander started a debate on the loopholes in the city's sea defenses. I think those petty bourgeoisie who fled to M?nchengladbach will never forget the scene that took place that day.

  A group of half-grown youngsters, waving binoculars, paintbrushes and drawing scales in their hands, shouting enemy troops numbering one hundred and eighty thousand, closing their mouths to cover the entire army, a heap of unheard-of place names pouring out incessantly, a string of profound terms flowing continuously, getting excited with red necks and flying saliva, slapping the table with a loud bang.

  There is one thing that must be said, because no matter what you say, you have to capture the audience's heart and there is no theme that can't be done. The reason why all the listeners present can listen to the debate about the loopholes in the coastal defense of Constantinople is very simple, that is, whether or not to build a fort on the ruins of Dion.

  I noticed many people's reactions when they first heard someone doing a striptease of Dionysus are quite amusing!

  How to say, that expression is like a kid who loves playing computer games but doesn't have an ID card, finding out that a nearby underground internet cafe was busted, and the person who busted it happens to be his neighbor's parent! Feeling both hatred and anger, yet daring not to speak out.

  A pair of bright eyes were very melancholic.

  I think if my cheap old man told Alexander not to form a legion, his eyes would probably be like that too. It seems that rich girls and ladies really like this place. Thinking about it, Dion Street faces the sea, where you can enjoy the blue sky and sea, and not far away is the street district close to the heart of the entire city, which is considered to be the place where the wealthy people live in Constantinople after the disaster. The distance between the two places is so close, and it has been beautified for decades, making the beautiful scenery look like a backyard, who wouldn't like it? However, these are not the most important reasons. What makes Dion Street the residence of rich girls and ladies in Constantinople, apart from its good scenery, is also due to some historical reasons. As far as I know, the Monne Mounesy cafe where my butt sits is a place for those elegant young ladies, noblewomen, and intellectuals to discuss and talk about in Constantinople.

  To put it simply, Constantinople, one of the main development places of the Renaissance, was filled with this elegant atmosphere everywhere. Scholars were all over the place, universities were numerous, and many rich families' daughters attended university no less frequently than boys, but rather more often. To say a biased generalization, Monne and Dionysus are the main gathering places for all intellectuals. I thought for half a day, perhaps only Akihabara in Tokyo can be compared to Dionysus in Constantinople's literary men and women.

  Imagine if Akihabara were to be demolished and turned into a military base, probably half of the otaku would go crazy.

  It's just that Japan is a constitutional monarchy, whereas our Rome is an absolute monarchy. Nor was there anyone who wanted to come and teach us this group of big-mouthed little devils, but the crest of the Seofano family was too conspicuous, and those who discovered this phenomenon, whether men or women, all turned pale. Apparently they realized what it meant for someone from the Seofano family to say such a thing, that is, in Constantinople, if the Seofano family wanted to tear down Dion Street tomorrow, then enjoy the last moments of this street well in the next few days.

  It's just that this time we didn't really come to tear down Constantinople's "Autumn Leaves"...

  To be exact, we came to Dion's place for one reason and that is not wanting to get married!

  Do you still remember that fellow who was going on a blind date? He didn't want to get married, so we took action today. However, this time it's not just for him, because in our circle of over 30 people, almost everyone doesn't want to get married.

  Can I bear to see future generations and loved ones frowning?

  As a young man with conscience, of course not.

  A large crowd of people went to the home of the tragic hero, and Alexander had dinner with his parents. What did they talk about? They talked about how great their children were and how bright their future was, they talked about their ideals for revenge in life, and then they talked about their hatred and contempt for married couples.

  A marriage with unclear practical benefits versus Alexander's leg, which one is better, the rest of the things to consider will give the other party's parents a headache.

  However, Alexander can't always go out and threaten other people's parents, so in order to be cautious and avoid trouble, we must make the daughters of other families retreat as soon as they hear our name, remove our names from the list of candidates at the first time, and have a resolute mind to refuse!

  Would a Japanese otaku or fujoshi choose to go on a date with someone who yells out "I'm going to explode Akihabara!"? Don't be ridiculous, for them, just hearing the name of such a person is enough to instantly veto this absurd idea.

  Then.

  That's it.

  We've already trampled the beautiful old mom of the goddess of love and beauty with hundreds of hooves, and now we're sitting on the body of the goddess of memory, discussing whether to dismember her and the outside goddess of love and beauty's old mom into five pieces...