Let me introduce you, this is my girlfriend, the Israeli boxing champion

And what they saw now was the third one.

"You are not going to build a Hagia Sophia in Chaldea?"

"A 1:10 model shouldn't be a problem."

“That’s still pretty big.”

"Oh, there's something I didn't ask you." Da Vinci said, "How did you convince those knights to willingly come here to work as laborers?"

"One reason is that they really have nowhere else to go. Another reason is that the leader of the Teutonic Knights is quite immature. He painted a rosy picture for her. When she heard about restoration, the Crusades, and the war of faith, she couldn't help crying."

"Christ is the Power of God and the Wisdom of God..."

Although there was no such profession as tour guide in that era, the world's first tour guide had already appeared. However, for Alvin and Leonardo da Vinci, the level of this tour guide was a little too high.

"Over there is the hall where worship is taking place. Today's worship is presided over by the Patriarch," said the cardinal of Hagia Sophia.

Yes, the one who explained it to them was the cardinal who was with the Patriarch."

"Bishop, aren't you going today?"

"Compared with you, Mr. Alvin, a hero who rescued Constantinople from the depths of fire and water, what are we, the Lord's messengers on earth, compared with?"

The cardinal looked at the huge statue of Jesus and said slowly, "As long as you think about it, it doesn't matter where you go."

The seeds of religious reform thought had actually already been born.

The sailboat slowly sailed out of the Golden Horn and into the Sea of ​​Marmara. The rotating light on the lighthouse continuously drew rounds of white light between the land and the sea. Finally, it sailed freely on the main channel of the Bosphorus Strait.

"Hey, Alvin. Do you know the story of this lighthouse?"

They stood on the lighthouse of the Golden Horn. From here, they had a panoramic view of the scenery in the city. As for Leonardo da Vinci's question, Alvin just shook his head, indicating that he didn't know.

"Legend has it that there was a princess who was predicted to die when she came of age. The king locked his daughter in an isolated lighthouse to protect her, but in the end the princess died of the curse."

"What a tragic story."

"Yeah, what a tragic story..."

She suddenly became sad. She used to admire the tragedies in Greek mythology, but now she no longer liked them.

Where did I change? Da Vinci was deeply puzzled.

"So, do you want to listen to another song?"

Alvin took out his violin and leaned against the ledge of the lighthouse.

PS1: Boss, open a bottle of 82 Lafite! Made in Barcelona!

PS2: I want to watch HF3!!!

The role of domestic ones!!!

Chapter 083 The storm is coming

Today, Erdogan is also carrying out a great human reproduction campaign.

A few months ago, he had finally gotten what he wanted and named his newborn son as the heir to the throne. He was finally relieved. In the struggle for the ownership of the throne in the Sultan's court, he finally won.

But this victory did not last long. In November last year, Erdogan suffered a heavy blow when his son, the future successor to the Ottoman Empire, died.

This is where the problem arises. It is not a big deal if the son dies, but the problem is that Erdogan only has this one son, where can he find another heir to the throne?

And more trouble is yet to come. Many of the Sultan's ministers have already expressed dissatisfaction with Erdogan, the half-time Sultan who is not legitimate. In addition, all the civil and military officials in the court miss the previous Sultan Murad II, so they took this opportunity to demand the return of Mehmed II to the throne. This is just as it should be.

The three-year period has arrived, and we welcome Lord 646 back to his throne!

But Erdogan doesn't think so. He has already torn his face with Mohammed. If he invites him back to become the Sultan, where will he put himself when the assets are counted in the future? !

After all this, Erdogan became anxious. In addition, due to working day and night, his health was no longer as good as before. Thinking of the unpredictable future, his temper became more and more irritable and his suspicion became more and more serious.

However, as the saying goes, "Misfortunes never come singly." At the turn of winter and spring, the open petition by two representatives of public opinion finally set off a serious political storm.

The two representatives of public opinion are the Pashas of Ankara and Kutasija. They are not high-ranking officials, but they are very courageous. They have their own historical mission and asked the Sultan to welcome back Mehmed II. In fact, this idea has been around for a long time. Erdogan has also read similar petitions and has seen many battles. Even if he does not approve it, it should not be a big problem.

But this time something went wrong.

The people's representatives in Ankara wrote: This Ottoman world was never yours, and now your son is dead. If you have any self-awareness, you should get out of this palace as soon as possible.

And Kutasia's representative of public opinion is even more powerful. He not only wants Erdogan to get out of Kosovo, but also wants him to learn from the great Roman consul Lucius Cornelius Sulla. Since you are gone, why not find a place to exile yourself, and even call it "recuperation", isn't that wonderful?

Just speak nicely, but these two people, one of them mocked the Sultan that his son deserved to die, and the other one reminded you to have self-knowledge. They are really tired of living.

"I'm so mad at you!"

The consequences were not unexpected. After Erdogan read the works of the two representatives of the people, he was furious. It was already late at night, and everyone in the palace had gone off work to hang out. According to the rules, any matter should be discussed the next day, but Erdogan was so angry that he wrote an arrest warrant overnight, stuffed it through the crack of the palace door, and ordered the Sultan's personal soldiers to arrest the two overnight.

After being arrested, the two men were severely tortured by the Sultan's guards. Erdogan instructed the Sultan's guards to ask them to tell him their relationship with the former Sultan in the opposition and who instructed them to do so. He wanted to use this incident to get rid of Fatih, but the two pashas were very stubborn and refused to say a word, even if they were beaten to death.

The arrest of these two people did not eliminate similar voices, but instead caused a greater trend. For a time, ministers wrote petitions one after another, demanding the restoration of the throne. The court was in an uproar, and even some local officials from other places wrote petitions to join in the fun.

What Sultan Erdogan never expected was that things would get worse and worse. He had already lost his son, and now even his throne was threatened. Under increasing pressure, his emotions had become almost crazy.

In order to suppress this trend, he used the method left by the Prophet in the Quran - burning at the stake. The principle of his burning at the stake was also very simple: Anyone who mentioned Muhammad II would not be spared! Anyone who talked about restoration would not be able to escape!

For a while, the flames of the Green Mosque in Bursa never stopped, the screams from the stake were endless, and the ministers were all in danger. Only then did the trend pass.

Erdogan's almost crazy move shocked the government and the public, and no one dared to mention the issue of restoring the reserve since then.

Erdogan, who is only in his early 20s this year, is only one year younger than Mohammed. He was not a tyrant in the past. Just ten years ago, he was a minor without any worries, and he and his equally young Mohammed had a harmonious relationship.

But after ten years of experience, the temptation of imperial power pushed him into darkness step by step, and he became selfish, cold, suspicious, and cruel. He exiled his distant uncle, burned to death the ministers who opposed him, and killed anyone who dared to stand in his way.

However, these actions did not consolidate his power. People constantly opposed his behavior. His only son died, but no one sympathized with him. The ministers were only concerned about who would be the next master. Because he indulged in alcohol and sex, his health deteriorated and he would not be able to hold on for much longer.

He knew very well that once he died, the so-called Messenger of Solomon would most likely abandon him, and Mehmed II would come out again to settle accounts with him for his actions over the past ten years.

For the sake of power, he has forsaken his relatives and done many wrong things, but now there is no way to turn back and he can't stop. Faced with hidden dangers and undercurrents, he can only suppress them in a more cruel and violent way.

Power eventually drove him crazy.

The hysterical Erdogan finally used fire to buy himself a peaceful life, but this peaceful life lasted only two months because Fatih had returned.

He is no longer as strong as before and can no longer accomplish this task. What makes him even more disheartened is that different voices have emerged among his own Sultan's guards.

He was not dead yet, but they were already preparing to order a coffin and pack his luggage. Erdogan was so angry that he sent someone to take full charge of the matter.

This was a wrong decision, because the person he sent for was Nero Claudius.

PS1: It is recommended that Andersen and SSY perform The Little Mermaid.

Mom, I can!

Sister Bu’s treasure... Who still remembers that Sister Bu’s event started with Master Love?

PS2: After taking a vacation at home for nearly half a year, I finally have to go back.

But this time I'll be locked up until the end of the semester...

Chapter 084: There are three emperors in one country?

"...That's it, that's what the Sultan meant. I'll leave the rest up to you."

"Umm, I know. Just leave it to me."

Nero really didn't expect that the extremely control-conscious Sultan Erdogan would actually give him full authority over Bursa's city defense and security.

When the messenger completed the Sultan's mission, said goodbye to Nero and left first, Aku Hinako, who was hiding behind the door, finally couldn't help it.

"Is this person Shi Lezhi? What reason does he have to do this..."

"Akai, what do you think?" Nero, who couldn't figure it out for a moment, decided to throw this question to his friend. However, in the eyes of Ritsuka and the others, it was unclear how these two people with different personalities could get to know each other and go together.

"Either NT or mentally retarded."

She, who had a lot of life experience, gave her answer directly. Are you kidding? She had seen a lot of storms and waves. Which emperor would entrust his safety to an outsider?

So, if you are the kind of person on the other side of the strait who has nothing in his hand, and you are innocent, it makes sense for Sultan Erdogan to not use his own soldiers, but seek help from a mercenary organization like them...

But you are not at all!

"But now the facts are right in front of us, Jie." After thinking it over again and again, Nero stood up from the sofa and went upstairs.

"What is this for?"

"Of course it's to gather ideas, and the first step to brainstorming is—" Nero pushed the door open.

"Just drag them all out of bed."

Aku Hinako curled up on the sofa, hugging a pillow, watching Nero upstairs going in and out alone, accompanied by some ambiguous noises.

"Ah, His Majesty Nero!?"

There was a hint of shyness in her surprise. Hey, is this really Mashu? Aku Hinako, who was downstairs, was almost stunned.

"But compared to the past, Mashu looks pretty good now."

But Nero, as the first party involved, did not have so many thoughts. When she opened the door, she saw Ritsuka Fujimaru sticking close to Mashu.

"Mashu..."

"terribly sorry!"

"No, that's not what I'm talking about." Nero waved her hand. As an honorable Roman citizen, both fencing and sticking were nothing strange to her.

"Mashu, can you explain why you still look like you're trying to refuse?"

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees!"

Nero went out whistling, and she still had to wake up the others.

"Little Dragon Girl, get up! Your breasts will be flattened if you keep sleeping on your stomach!"

"You are such a noisy cow with all the fat stored in your chest!"

"Have you?"

Elizabeth, in her pajamas, lowered her head with a gloomy look on her face, and her whole body exuded a "melancholy" atmosphere.

"I'll fight you!"

After Elizabeth, the last one is Tamamonomae who lives across the street from her. This fox is now sleeping in her beauty sleep, and she calls it some kind of spiritual practice or something like that.

But there is no solution.

Nero walked to the bed and sat down. He touched Tamamonomae's furry ears with both hands and gently pulled them.

“Migu——!!!”

Aku Hinako probably knew how Nero woke people up. It was undeniable that although the method was a bit extreme, it did work. However...

"Where's Ophelia?"

"Ah, good morning, Senior Jie." Ophelia walked in from outside in sportswear, with a white towel hanging around her neck, and it seemed that she had just come back from exercise.

"Is something wrong?"

"Before that, can you tell me what you were doing?"

"Oh, this..."

"Nothing, just accepting the characteristics of Celtic culture."

Scathach followed in, also wearing a purple women's sportswear. Combined with what Ophelia said before, it is not difficult to deduce their previous movements.

"Only Ophelia can get up on time at this point. Sigh, I'm optimistic about Mashu, but now I'm stuck with Ritsuka, who is holding me back."

"We can't go on like this. We must strike hard. Aoife, you and I will help pull them up tomorrow."

"Yes, Master."

The two girls who had just returned from morning exercise were preparing to denounce Comrade Fujimaru Ritsuka for staying in bed, while Aku Hinako herself was lying on the sofa as if she had lost her dream.

"Why... one, two... are so..."

"Oh, you're back. I just happened to have something to discuss with you."

Nero came down the stairs from upstairs, followed by the still angry Elizabeth and the unhappy Tamamonomae. After waiting for a long time, Ritsuka finally came down yawning.

"Good morning~"

"Good morning, Ritsuka. If you were still in school, you would be late by now."

"Doesn't this show that you have a good memory?"