I am Peter III, Emperor of the Hexagon of the Goose Kingdom

Chapter 135

After a long wait, the opera was finally about to start. Peter was not disappointed. Among the people who came to this small place one after another, they were basically talking about the stories published in the newspaper.

Everyone is praising him for his incredible literary talents and his touching love story with Ekaterina.

Even the hostility brought about by Yeka's German blood has been reduced a lot.

And not to mention him, he has become the third emperor to be loved since Peter the Great only by relying on a series of Peter Eyre.

The first was Peter the Great, who defeated Sweden and seized the Baltic Sea estuary. This achievement is beyond doubt.

The second is the aunt, Queen Elizabeth. The death penalty was abolished during the aunt's administration, which made the whole country free of the turbulent atmosphere of Queen Anna's period, and swept away the German forces in the Russian court, giving the Russian people a new life.

Peter couldn't help but sigh, the plump aunt also has the benefits of loving beauty. Is this the benefit of being a hands-off emperor?
The third is him.

Now he no longer has the notoriety of being with dogs, violins, and worshiping Frederick. Instead, he has a great and twists and turns love with Ekaterina, as well as a literary talent that has caused a sensation in the entire aristocratic circle and common people.

Anyway, hearing these voices, Peter felt very good.

After the serialization of Peter and Love is over, I believe that the first step of the detective series "Study in Scarlet" by the hero Peter (Sherlock Holmes) and the female assistant Sophia (Watson) will cause a sensation in Russia again.

Regardless of whether there are war exploits or a reputation for expanding the territory, at least a literary emperor cannot escape.

In this case, gin doesn't seem to be too bad to drink.

The people who came to watch the opera did not realize that the boy sitting in the dark corner was the emperor who ruled the whole of Russia. They were all in high spirits, looking forward to the performance of the opera, making this place lively.

Time passed slowly under such circumstances, and Peter noticed the drunk that Mirkowski reminded.

The drunk man was no longer lying on the table, he raised his face, Peter noticed that the clothes he was wearing underneath did have the family crest, but the neckline was also stained, obviously, this should have nothing to do with his safety, it might just be a down and out noble.

There are not a few nobles like Russia. Although they are dying of poverty, they still cling to the glory of their ancestors.

Peter shook his head and stopped paying attention to him, and glanced at the beautiful proprietress. Peter believed that more than half of the guests here came for the pretty proprietress.

Peter waved to Mirkowski and ordered:
"Go and ask, how much can I spend a good night with the proprietress?"

Milkowski went, and the proprietress was bored. When Milkowski went up and down, Fragletta glanced here, licked her lips charmingly, showed a seductive smile, and turned to Mirkovsky. What Kowski said.

Milkowski responded:
"My lord, this lady said that her father was once a nobleman, and she was once a well-educated noble lady, and she offers you ten rubles."

Apparently, Mirkowski's voice was heard by the down-and-out nobleman. The middle-aged down-and-out nobleman couldn't help but let out a presumptuous laugh, mocking:
"Miss Fragletta's father is a shoemaker, and he even repaired my shoes. What kind of aristocrat is it? It's ridiculous."

"Ferdinand! You drunkard! Don't disturb my business!"

Amid Fraghletta's angry screams, Ferdinand saluted Fraghletta with an aristocratic salute.

The proprietress of the opera house did not give up on the upcoming good business. She walked up to Peter and sat down familiarly. She put Peter's hand on her lap, showing amazing flexibility, and then said charmingly:
"This rich nobleman, 10 rubles is not expensive. You can enjoy any part of my body. If you give me 200 rubles extravagantly and don't let me give up the theater, I can be your mistress."

Peter chuckled, and Mirkowski glanced at His Majesty, and whispered with some dissatisfaction:

"Your Majesty... my lord, she is cheating you of money. A complete serf girl can be bought for 100 rubles, but she wants 200 rubles, and it is easy to see."

Fraghletta couldn't help but become annoyed and said:
"What's the matter at first glance? Don't you believe that I'm still a virgin? You are the biggest humiliation to me!"

Milkovkis said bluntly:
"With your style, it would be an insult to you to say you are a virgin."

Fraghletta was silent.

She was speechless for a moment.

Admit it, full of youthful virginity seems to be a humiliation to oneself.

Don't admit it, the price can't be raised.

Peter smiled and said:
"Five rubles, no more."

Fragletta immediately turned to Peter, with a hot look in her eyes, and she added:
"8 rubles, no less, with me, you can enjoy a perfect experience."

Peter shook his head:

"3 rubles."

Fraghletta couldn't help staring at Peter with wide eyes, and finally determined that Peter was teasing her, and couldn't help but snort coldly.

If it wasn't for the fact that this was the first time a guest came, she would have glared at him anyway.

Fraghletta left gracefully, her writhing figure clearly said that you missed a wonderful opportunity to try out the way.

Feeling the folk fun, Peter waved to the down-and-out nobleman and said:
"Come and have a drink if you don't mind."

At a distance of about two meters, the down-and-out nobleman looked Peter up and down, and then glanced at Milkowski who was standing there.

He seemed to feel that this pair of master and servant was qualified to let him move, so he stood up reservedly and walked towards Peter.

But when he was walking, intentionally or unintentionally, he revealed the sword worn at his waist.

His whole body looked dirty, but this sword was the only one that was well-maintained and was obviously cherished very much.

Saber noble?

Peter froze for a moment.

From this point of view, at least the ancestors were richer.

Peter waved his hand to signal Mirkowski not to be so nervous, and said to him:

"Go and ask for enough wine, and manage enough for this Lord today."

Milkowski did not leave, he was still watching the nobleman vigilantly, making sure that he could prevent any attack on His Majesty with his own shot.

Then he shouted to the proprietress who had just left:
"Bring ten bottles of gin!"

Fragleta was immediately overjoyed. Although the deal was not concluded, she was also very happy that the master and servant bought things from her.

"Come on."

Fragletta spoke coquettishly, delivered the wine herself, and did not forget to show Peter her proud career line when she put it down.

Peter said that this career line can probably be compared with Johanna, and he gave her an appreciative smile.

(End of this chapter)