Age of Heroes, 10-game winning streak

Should I learn Daxia dialect, or should I miss the people when I see the words?

Bai Yu was smart enough not to continue, and continued: "If you can understand acrostic poems, your level is considered sufficient."

"How did Mr. Bai see through my hint?" Fleur asked with a chuckle.

In fact, the hint she gave was very unclear.

Because she was constantly monitored by the warlock, she did not dare to leave any substantive hints. Whether she whispered close to a whisper or left a note, it would be discovered.

From the Psion's point of view, she just wanted to release the pressure and have a one-night stand, without revealing any flaws at all.

Under such circumstances, how did she deliver the distress message?

Very simple.

"It's cold sweat..." Bai Yu said, "When I touched your back, there was cold sweat all over your back."

"Mr. Bai, didn't you think that I was too nervous?"

"If you are too nervous, your mood should be relieved a little after you confess." Bai Yu shook his head: "But it is not true, so I conclude that your confession should be false, and there must be something hidden."

Frederica said, "It's true."

"?"

"It's nothing." She turned away, moved away from her shoulders, and immediately stood up and said, "I have to pack my luggage. Could you please Mr. Bai kick the door?"

The door was pushed open, and a middle-aged wealthy businessman stood there, holding his sleeves with an embarrassed look on his face.

This is the head of Orlando's family and Frederica's father.

The way this father and daughter get along is quite interesting. In Rome five hundred years ago, it was usually a patriarchal system... This was almost always the case in the feudal era. The children of every family were actually regarded as the private property of their parents to a certain extent.

Wang Mang's behavior of forcing his son to death was regarded as a moral model. This can be seen from this. The father in the family usually has the power of life and death over his children.

However, the dignity of the head of the Orlando family was obviously not enough. Frederica obeyed everything she said and asked him to pack his things and go to the cathedral. He went directly without saying anything, or even asked anything.

Bai Yu was a little strange, and then heard Fleur explain: "He wants me to leave quickly and take away the trouble... Maybe in his eyes, my daughter is already a trouble, and she is the kind of trouble he can't afford to offend. trouble."

"...Are you sad?"

"I'm not very sad, because I already know what kind of person he is. My father cares about fame and fortune, while I pursue a higher social status. We are a family and birds of a feather." She said that she did not have much affection for her father, but she still waited until the other's carriage disappeared from her sight before turning back.

"My father has done nothing wrong for me. He has provided me with a prosperous life and a good education. I have also done nothing wrong for him. I have not abandoned or given up on him."

"It's just that we know that our paths are different, and we should separate when we need to."

"Perhaps when I return to Rome in glory, he will be the first to celebrate for me, and I will still hug him then."

She said this with a bit of ridicule, but she was not lonely, but seemed free and easy.

Bai Yu didn't know how to evaluate this family relationship, so he just threw out the universal sentence: "Amen."

After confirming that nothing was left behind, Frederica threw a torch at the house and watched the flames engulf the house. She turned around gracefully and said with a smile: "It's time for us to leave. Next stop, let's go to Vienna!"

There is no direction to the station.

Bai Yu led Miss Fleur to the suburbs outside Rome and showed off his horse, the Seventh Generation Storm Chaser (a four-wheel drive off-road vehicle), with the Shenwusi license plate on it.

Frederica was surprised when she saw modern tools for the first time: "What is this?"

"You can think of it as a carriage driven by magic." Bai Yu opened the door: "Sindurila, please get in."

Frederica got into the passenger seat, looked at and touched everything in the car curiously, and said: "This looks much more exquisite than a carriage, my God... you made this? Oriental manufacturing technology is so advanced. Is this the point?”

"Not really." Bai Yu paused: "I will tell you the answer to this question after we meet Alisee and deal with all the chores."

"Okay." Frederica had no idea how shocking the answer to this question would be, it was simply love that traveled through time and space.

She put her luggage in the back row and took out a stack of letters: "Speaking of trivial matters, I have actually been testing the psychic."

She snorted: "Although that shemale is quite capable, he has a very bad temper. A few compliments and taunts will leak out a lot of things."

"What's leaking?" Bai Yu started the car and turned on the navigation. The storm chaser drove on the country road as if walking on flat ground.

"It's about the other party's organization." Frederica said: "Although I didn't find out, I heard the other party mentioned a name."

"what name?"

"The body-carrying man."

Bai Yu was stunned for a moment, then patted his knees and laughed.

What a coincidence, isn't it?

O lackeys of the outer gods, all encounters in the world are reunions after a long absence.

I didn’t expect that I could meet you doing business when I went back five hundred years ago.

This, perhaps, is fate.

……

A group of people gathered in front of the burning building, pointing and eating melons.

There was a faint sound of conversation in the darkness.

"The warlock is dead."

"It's true."

"This waste! You can't even complete this simple task. Three of you are looking at one! And all of them are killed?"

"Sir, what should we do next? Orlando must have run away. Do we want to track him down?"

"No, there is no time to waste any more. We have to hurry up and keep an eye on the other two! Urge them to act as soon as possible, even if the method is rougher."

The tall, thin man carrying a heavy iron coffin showed half of his pale face.

"If you miss this time, you will have to wait another five hundred years!"

"Maybe I can wait, but what about you?"

"You don't want to stay on the ground your whole life and become one with a mudblood, do you?"

The subordinates were frightened: "Yes! Follow your orders!"

The man carrying the coffin turned and left with a gloomy look: "No matter where you are hiding, I will definitely make you my collection!"

……

The prayer room of the Holy Cathedral.

A beam of light falls on the sculpture through the stained glass, and the shadow cast by the sculpture covers the figure of the figure kneeling in prayer.

Time seems to stand still here and becomes a painting.

After a long time.

“If you have no voice in your heart, the Lord will not answer you.”

"Because I have no wishes that need the Lord to fulfill." The bright-blond saint opened her eyes: "The Lord is not an omnipotent wishing machine, and I am not willing to tarnish its sanctity."

"You are sharp-tongued and eloquent, and you can speak clearly and eloquently." The red archbishop behind him laughed and scolded: "I know you are not used to staying in the Holy Land, so leave the Vatican and go to Vienna to relax."

"Why Vienna? I'm not interested in song music."

"There is a wedding that needs to be witnessed by senior clergy."

"Then a priest should be the most suitable person. Why me? I'm still a young girl waiting to be married."

"Where did you learn the Eastern expression? Moreover, saints usually do not get married and remain chaste for life. What is needed is your identity, not really asking you to be a matchmaker."

"I do not want to go."

"The person getting married is named Angelica Polita Venus, and she is an acquaintance of yours."

"Wait a minute, is she married?" The Saint tilted her head and asked strangely, "Who is this person? Is it a handsome and mysterious orientalist?"

"No, he is the second son of a duke..."

The saint was shocked: "Wow...how dare he do that? Aren't you afraid of being cuckolded after getting married?"

"What did you say?" The red archbishop obviously raised his voice, and he also had thoughts of eating melon, but he immediately controlled his emotions, coughed and said seriously: "Don't talk nonsense, Venus is a local celebrity. Noble, how can your daughter be so uneducated!"

"I heard her confess in the confessional."

At that time, Angelica confessed in the confession room that she had used such and such as spell casting materials, and said that she was very happy and wanted to do it more times. Unfortunately, her roommate seemed to have discovered it, so the focus of her explanation came to "How to forget this when being a roommate" Maybe I can never say this out loud... Saying this is not a confession at all!

The saint showed an obvious look of disgust: "Then this wedding is going to be lively. She must be unwilling to marry her. What should I do if the scene becomes chaotic?"

"You said, I want to go and see it..." The archbishop raised his eyes: "So are you going or not?"

"I go."

...Perhaps Elyse will arrive?

The saint's eyes were as resentful as those of an ex-girlfriend who had been unilaterally broken up with.

Chapter 702 Delayed Attack

Vienna is a capital of art.

Perhaps people always have the stereotype that art is something lofty.

Actually it is not.

Art is something that tends to gain value over time.

In the feudal era, many people had neither enough food nor clothing to keep them warm, and they struggled to survive all day long. Art did not matter at all... Just like the reputation of Eastern poets was often concentrated among the scholar-bureaucrats. Even though Liu Sanbian was so famous, he was actually a poet. The frustrated.

In the eyes of people five hundred years later, sitting in the hall and listening to the performance of the symphony orchestra is the ultimate enjoyment, and performing in the Golden Hall in Vienna is an honor that every top orchestra has.

In fact, in the feudal dynasty, the status of artists was not high, because musicians were promoted by the nobility and upper class... After acquiring literary and martial arts, they were no different from the imperial family. They were essentially no different from servants. .

Those who can afford art, whether it is music or calligraphy and painting, must be the wealthy class.

In Vienna, the status of artists is higher, because the social atmosphere here has a higher recognition of art, and almost every household has the need to socialize through art, so musicians here are the most popular, and many noble daughters and countesses Everyone learns piano, and can earn a stable income through tutoring. From time to time, he is invited to attend some banquets and perform in halls, and he can earn a fixed income.

Classical music for the powerful and aristocratic class is a product of an era, and it does not mean it is more noble than modern pop music; or in the eyes of people at that time, classical music is just a kind of pop music, but it has been popular for a longer period of time.

Bai Yu had never been to Vienna in his previous life. Although the Vienna he came to in this life had overlapping names, it was obviously not the same place.

Vienna on earth is located in Austria; and the Vienna here is five times the size of the former in terms of geographical area, and it is like a principality.

It's just that there is no grand duke in Vienna. Although it is a principality, it is not a fief specifically given to a certain grand duke. It is more likely to be a municipality directly under the jurisdiction of Rome.

As the capital of art in Rome, Vienna was a place where aristocrats and the new bourgeoisie gathered for enjoyment. The unprecedented development of art was indispensable without the financial support of wealthy people from all over the world.

There are not many big nobles in the local area, and the Venus family is one of them.

"It shouldn't be anything new for local nobles to enter into marriage alliances."

"No, the Venus family where Angelica lives is a marquis, so her engagement partner should be the son of another noble noble."

Riding on the carriage, her body swayed with the bumps and ups and downs of the carriage, Frederica stretched out her hand and secretly rubbed her butt.

When we arrived near Vienna, we couldn't drive. In order to avoid ostentation, we had to change to a carriage, but the bumps and slowness of the carriage were unavoidable.

She was used to sitting on a soft seat with ventilation and heating, and now it was a hard seat in a carriage. In just the past two hours, her buttocks were already numb.

Fortunately, this torture is about to end.

After getting off the carriage and crossing the bridge over the Danube River, you can directly see the prosperity of Vienna.

Looking from a distance, various buildings are lined up in rows. Baroque, Gothic, and Romanesque buildings are located in every corner of the city. There are cobblestone roads on the ground and various statues can be seen everywhere, although they are not as everywhere as in Rome. Fountain, but still filled with a unique flavor of the ancient capital.

There's also the smell of feces.

Bai Yu glanced at the alley and could only say that it was indeed the European Middle Ages, and the health situation was not very optimistic. I heard that the nobles originally wore high heels to avoid stepping on shit while walking.

There were signs of this in Rome before, and when I came to Vienna... the health situation made people wonder if they were in Paris in 2024.

"Let's find a hotel to stay in first."

Crossing the street, we arrived at the magnificent Vienna Hotel. As the capital of art, many nobles would go here for recuperation. Naturally, there are various beautifully decorated luxury hotels. Although they are expensive, this is the only choice.

There were only two classes in Rome in the fifteenth century, the wealthy dignitaries and the poor people with no money. The middle class, the petty bourgeois class, could not find a position on the consumption level here at all.

If you don’t want to stay in a big hotel that costs five Roman gold coins a night, then you can only go to a youth hostel that doesn’t even have a toilet.

Choosing the former will bring you a variety of thoughtful services and extra consumption; choosing the latter, you can see some wonders in the morning: early in the morning you can see someone open the window and pour a basin of dirt directly from the fourth floor, and dirt will fly freely all over the street. The scene can only be described as shitty.

So there is nothing to hesitate about.

If you don’t want to live in a public toilet, you can only choose a luxury hotel.