Chapter 22: The Literary Girl Gets On

  The whole night, the artistic girl was excited and restless. For the first time entering the public viewing area, she was full of freshness towards all the unfamiliar things. After staring intently at another waiter walking by with a tray of snacks, she hesitated several times before speaking. I called over an attendant to go buy all the snacks from the waiter's hands.

  "My parents said that eating these things in the theater is very impolite, not something aristocrats should do." The person who most wanted to taste the snacks was the first one to stand up and criticize my behavior.

  "But aren't your parents not here? And I believe, the people present won't say anything about it. Right?" I took over the tray of big and small packages from the attendant, casually grabbed something and put it in my mouth, then passed it to the artistic girl sitting next to me.

  "Whatever! Fine, I'll just have to force myself then."

  As the most reluctant noble lady, the plate stayed with the literary girl for a very long time and was only handed over to Hans by Frederick at the last minute before the play started.

  The play "Pseudo Gentleman" tells the story of a wealthy man who is blinded by his faith and allows a religious scammer to swindle him out of all his property, his daughter's marriage, and almost gets cuckolded. The wealthy man can't tolerate being cuckolded, so he beats up the scammer, but the scammer has already revealed the wealthy man's political secrets, which will lead to his execution.

  Just as I thought the whole story was going to take a tragic turn, the plot twist began! From start to finish, the king who had never been mentioned suddenly appeared. The wise king had long seen that the religious scammer was not a good person and, like a god descending from heaven, he saw through the entire event. He sent soldiers to arrest the rich man but instead arrested the religious scammer!

  All's well that ends well. Throughout the whole process, my heart was not in it at all. Not to mention whether this plot has a climax or not, just the scenes alone can't compare to those Hollywood blockbusters I remember.

  The boom boom boom of Saving Private Ryan, the roar roar roar of The Lord of the Rings trilogy, the pew pew pew of Star Wars, which one is not more exciting than this play with less than ten actors from start to finish. Moreover, my main purpose for coming here is to have a conversation with the literary girl afterwards, rather than watching the show itself.

  Is it wasting time and wasting life?

  A little bit.

  But good hunters have great patience.

  The play is over, and it's finally my turn to bare my fangs at the literary girl! Cough cough cough, I'm not acting out a finale, go wallow in your own depravity!

  The crowd surged out of the five large gates of the Grand Theater, and Frederick took Hans away on the pretext of going to the bathroom, leaving me and the literary girl walking down the steps surrounded by attendants.

  Since Frederick is so perceptive, I'll get to the point: "Miss Penelope, it's getting late, I'll escort you to where your carriage is waiting, and then you can head home."

  The artistic girl was lost in thought for a moment, and I had walked several meters away before she came down. I dare say that my development from retreat to advance is not what she imagined.

  "I haven't told you what I wanted to talk to you about yet! Have you forgotten? I have something to discuss with you after the meeting!"

  She caught up from behind, her voice somewhat panicked.

  "Never mind, you don't have to say it, I already know what you want to say. My answer is, no."

  Several attendants blocked the way of the literary girl's attendants and separated them from the crowd.

  The artistic girl opened her mouth in astonishment, she tried to speak several times but didn't know what to say. There was no way, for a young girl like her who had not experienced much of the world, my change of expression was too fast, so fast that she had no psychological preparation at all!

  "But you didn't even listen to what I said, how can you just refuse like that!" Penny's eyes welled up with tears, her mouth twitching as if she was about to burst into sobs at any moment.

  "Anyway, the answer is the same, does it make a difference whether I say it or not?" I asked.

  "Yes! Even if the answer is the same, but if I try, at least I know I've made an effort, and for this lifetime, I won't have any regrets. But I didn't even get a chance to try to persuade you, and for the rest of my life, I'll regret it!" The artistic girl muttered under her breath, at this moment she's not fighting alone!!! Damn it, I actually saw the ghostly figure of Qiong Yao's mother-in-law on your body, sneaking around without being seen!!

  Look up at the sky! The sky is pitch black, it seems that tonight isn't the legendary night of nine stars in a row, scared me to death!

  "You're very stubborn."

  Calm down, as expected of a literary girl from a literary background, her combat power is indeed astonishing!

  "This is called persistence!" The artistic girl wrinkled her nose, looking very dissatisfied. "But anyway, I'm happy today, thank you."

  This afternoon, I played a role that I knew would make you happy, but it wasn't me. A faint smile: "Really?"

  The artistic girl with a guilty conscience glanced over at me sideways, and the next second, she blushed and lowered her head, hastily following behind me: "Although you made me wait for more than half a day, which really annoyed me, but if it weren't for your message to my family, I wouldn't have been able to come out tonight, let alone enter the theater in the evening."

  The girl is very clever... I couldn't help but smile and pave the way for the young lady: "It's not too late now, it seems that your family's discipline is quite strict."

  "No." The artistic girl walked quickly and stood in the middle of the road, saying seriously, "It's not just my family, it's us, we noble girls are all strictly educated. We have to pay attention to our image at all times, it's impossible for us to be as casual as you boys! Of course, your little circle might be an exception."

  The artistic girl spun around on one foot and retreated from the front to a position alongside me: "What do you usually do in your leisure time to cultivate your emotions? I mean, what kind of entertainment activities do you have? Hunting? Falconry? Fishing?"

  "It's all about the same. But we're generally quite busy."

  "What's the hurry?"

  Busy learning about large-scale murder and arson... In short, it's not something a literary girl would want to come into contact with: "What do you think."

  "You guys are quite pitiful." The artsy girl didn't leave, her eyes were similar to those looking at abandoned kittens on the street, "A person's life should be like a rainbow, colorful and vibrant. But you guys, seem to only have dull black and white."

  The artistic girl told me a lot about her things in my ear, most of which were about the drips and drops of Dionysus, as well as going to the Thracian plain for a wild outing and going out to sea along the coast to go fishing. I thought carefully, the artistic girl was at most fifteen or sixteen years old.

  "You also said that there are only two dull colors, black and white, in my life, but you shared so many of your happy memories with me. Aren't you afraid that I will become even more envious and determined because of this?"

  "No way! If you don't mind, let me be your friend and I can share my happiness with you. How about we make a date and I'll take you to Dion Street?"

  The artistic girl's mouth curled up, and she smiled brightly, revealing her killer mace, very cunning... She actually wanted to convert me into one of her people. This little girl... When she grows up, she will definitely be a scourge on the nation. However, she is still a bit green and tender, glanced sideways at that pair of snow-white small breasts, coughed, and quickly looked away.

  "You're very clever, but I've said it before, it's useless. Maybe just as you said, I only have dull black and white, my black is very deep, even if colors are added, the black will cover them up, the white is very white, can't tolerate other colors showing up, and I know you dislike me, so what's the point?"

  The artistic girl was enraged by my last "what's the point" and she was furious, I guess she would never give me face in her life. She stomped her foot and said angrily: "You don't have to demolish Dion Street! Don't think I don't know anything! Our empire is so powerful, with tens of thousands of troops! The Asia Minor peninsula has always been the focus of the empire's garrison, the western region has the Strata Mountains and the Southern Carpathian Mountains as a barrier, and the fortresses along the way are solid. Even if someone declares war on our empire, they can't possibly reach Constantinople in one go! And at sea, Crete Island and Rhodes Island have always been stationed with imperial naval fleets. If an enemy really defeats the imperial fleet and the western garrison, what's the point of building a gun tower and a fortress group inside Constantinople? Can this thing alone stop the enemy?"

  "You're so knowledgeable, you should know some history, right?" I said calmly, glancing at the excited and artistic girl, somewhat surprised by her insight.

  The artistic girl hugged her shoulders with both hands and gave me a back of the head: "What do you want to say!"

  "In 1207, Constantinople, which was said to be impregnable, was nearly destroyed by the Western Crusaders. Do you know why?"

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