Crossing the Continent in the Eighteenth Century

()3.Chapter 3 Magical Kingdom, Magical People

Every morning, we wake up before the sun rises above the horizon of the sea.After getting dressed and taking a few minutes to wash up, it is time to go to church for early prayers.

Ten minutes is just enough for people to kneel in front of the bench, use the cold floor tiles to clear their brains and calculate their plans for the day, and finally pray to God for everything to go well.And during this time, the morning light shines over the church walls and through the huge rose window.The rose window made up of colorful glass will render the faint morning light into magnificent colors every time, adding sacred brilliance to the cross standing in front of it.

Cross, although this thing has an extra bar with the familiar pork rack in my brain, every time I see this thing, I always have a sense of resentment.Because it brutally told me that when I first arrived, I thought I was lucky enough to be an alien, to be a companion with the Zentraedi, and to be separated from the wrong judgment of the identity of the earth turtle.What kind of alien beauties have to be taken care of, one for each race, succubus and goddess are not spared, and Qiu Dameng burst like a bubble.

Come on, I didn't travel to another world, I'm still a human on Earth, and the environmental conditions simply can't provide the foundation for fulfilling the above dreams.If you want something like an elf mm and a goddess succubus, unless you have the wisdom of Einstein and the lifespan of a tortoise in this life.But even if the traversing machine is built, it may not be successful. God knows when it will be thrown in the Jurassic or the Cretaceous?In addition to dinosaurs, there are also a large group of strange-looking mammals.

After the morning prayers, all the people gathered in the church went to the cafeteria to eat together.Breakfast is usually wheat bread mixed with coarse grains, cheese and olives, fresh sea fish, cheese and olive oil, seasonal vegetables and fruits, cheese and olive oil, wheat bread, cheese and olive oil, a good day for the festival There will also be lamb cubes in olive oil, pork cubes in olive oil with ouzo and cheese and so on.

There is an urge to flip the table and a bit of reckless rush, except for olive oil or olive oil!

But this is what everyone calls cultural personality, isn’t it? It’s similar to how Chinese people eat rice.In the morning, rice and other things, at noon, rice and other things, and in the evening, rice and other things.So, it is normal to have olive oil for three meals a day!But try throwing rice into a foreigner's three meals a day for three months in a row, and see if he doesn't cry and go to the director of the Letters and Calls Office of the Midi White House to say that you abuse human rights.

There is nothing else?

Yes, olives or not?

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Today's dish is ordinary bread mixed with coarse grains, cheese, olives, and nuts, which is a very boring meal.But according to the well-informed Valens, the lunch at noon is stewed sardines in olive oil and vegetables, and a small piece of whole wheat bread. Each person also has a few raw scallops, oysters, and 350ml of ouzo or 150ml of coffee. .It was a rich lunch, who made today a once-a-month chance to go home.

Militarized management, this is the way of life of the West Point Military Academy in Constantinople in the Roman Empire, and at the same time, this is the place where I have lived the longest outside the old man's mansion.I've been here for almost five years since I left the old guy.In fact, about half of the male aristocratic teenagers aged 11 to 16 spent their time at the West Point Military Academy in Constantinople, receiving militarized management, receiving education for this age group, and doing military training. , even if some of them will never join the army once they leave here.

As for the civilians, they are on the other side of the military academy wall, blocked by a lot of iron bars.Living there is a group of uncles over the age of 30 who are recommended civilians and come to West Point Military Academy in Constantinople for further study.

One can imagine the pressure of being an uncle in his 30s knowing that hundreds of minors around him are doing basically the same things as themselves.

The instructor over there happened to know this too.

"As a young and strong man, you are worse than the aristocratic children on the other side of the wall who haven't even grown their hair!" "Could it be that you are xxx and xoxo?" It's over in three or two strokes?" "No wonder my father is a nobleman, but my mother is a mud leg! You are not even as good as the eggs laid by others!" Questions like these are the most educated and friendly greetings, but even if In this way, there are still many little kids who just walked out of their hometowns with black lines on their heads, and then clamoring to sue, but in recent years, this situation has decreased a lot.Because those old students usually say to the new students, "Look, Alexander didn't say anything, why are you arguing?"

Alexander here is of course referring to my brother.Alexander is considered the highest status among our group of students.

After breakfast, the next thing is morning reading time.The knowledge taught by military school instructors is not much deeper than the experts and masters privately hired by nobles outside, but their education is more comprehensive and professional.Astronomy, geography, humanities and history are all included, but most of the knowledge is only applicable to the military.Well, to teach children to use weapons and to use boy scouts is to be placed in the 21st century. An evil organization similar to Al Qaeda will definitely be on the blacklist of the world police.

But for those of us who are about to graduate, the morning reading class is basically a time for bragging and chatting.There is no other reason, the instructor has nothing to teach.Therefore, our morning reading class is also the shortest. Most people choose to read books to adjust their mood before the following equestrian training and live ammunition shooting training.

However, Alexander has not been in a very good mood recently.The death of Provadas is one factor, and the other factor is that Alexander and we are about to be kicked out of this place. In order to meet our wishes in the not-too-distant future, we are short of money on hand.

A group of people entered the room belonging to our group and found a seat according to the past habit. Morris was still leaning against the window, Valens and Constance sat around Alexander, and the others also found a seat according to the habit. just sit down.

Alexander said: "I asked for leave a few days ago to go to the funeral. The old guy's butler handed me a note before I left. This morning, he asked someone to deliver a letter to me from outside. Now I think it is necessary for you to Know what's inside."

In fact, it doesn’t need to be said by him, the few of us have roughly guessed the content of those two pieces of paper, which is nothing more than the fate of the old guy’s inheritance.

"How much is it in total?" Someone asked anxiously, and those who were farther away even stretched their necks, even though it didn't allow them to see the content on the paper.

I don't hold out much hope for this: "Probably not much."

"He has a pair of gold dentures." Alexander said after staring at the piece of paper he took out for a long time.

"and then?"

"There will be nothing below." Alexander looked up and said, looking at us with piercing eyes.

I:"…."

"…"other people.

After a while, Valens spoke first.

"I want to dig a grave."

"Count me in." Constance raised his hand and said.

Without saying a word, Morris left the place he was leaning on and walked out the door.

Alexander asked, "Where are you going?"

"I'll go get the powder and the whip," said Morris, looking back.

In the end, Morris still failed to realize the idea of ​​blowing up the grave of the old guy and whipping the corpse with a leather whip. In fact, he also knew that he would not be able to get out of the military academy. We all asked for leave yesterday.

"I knew that old guy was unreliable!" Morris angrily leaned back to the window again.

Constance also said puzzledly: "I thought no matter how poor the old guy is, he still has a lot of money. Having the old guy's inheritance can reduce the gap with the expected goal! Who knows, the old guy didn't forget the disgusting feeling when he died. Let's grab it!"

We are short of money.To be exact, Alexander's version of "I Have a Dream" was short on money, and since the day he was 11, he had the idea of ​​forming a regiment as soon as we graduated from military school.A small regiment with a total of 4000 men, including a dragoon centurion and a hussar squadron.

It’s very extravagant. Children of ordinary families in this age group mostly save money for food, play, and gifts for girls they have a crush on. But almost no one like Alexander burns money to play wars. Otherwise, he is What a pervert!In order to meet his abnormal needs, our group has saved and saved the money we got from the family every month since the age of 11, but there is still a gap.

"How about we reduce the scale? If it's just a 3000-man infantry battalion and a hussar squadron, our start-up funds are completely sufficient. As long as we have an army, we can get funding for it in the future." Valens said.

Morris opened his mouth and said: "According to me, we should go to the slave market and buy all the black slaves. It's a good deal for a one-time sex transaction. From now on, we only need to include food and housing!"

Constance coughed lightly and asked: "Give the weapons to thousands of slaves, and you will sleep soundly? Besides, do you think this is the New World? It's okay to have a few hundred young and strong in the slave market, and three thousand ? You go to Africa first!"

"This won't work, that won't work, it's a big deal!" Morris laughed, and he had another idea, and then I had an ominous premonition.

Morris swallowed, and said excitedly: "I suggest that we squat in various pubs and hotels in the city in batches, how about?"

"What do you want to do?" Alexander leaned forward and leaned against the table in confusion.

"Catch the strong men! Specially pick those drunks, beat them up, lock them up, and when they wake up the next day, give them a large debt bill that we have already fixed, with their stamps on it They will never deny their fingerprints, and they will never be able to pay them back! At this time, we will use a low-paying service contract in exchange to coerce them into joining our legion, and make some concessions on the spoils afterwards, so that our funds Isn’t the shortage solved?! What, it’s exciting? Very good?” Morris raised his head, squinted at us, and winked triumphantly after finishing speaking.

The expressions of Valens and Constance are wonderful, their mouths are big enough to hold an egg, Alexander's expression is a little dull, and his eyes are a little straight, as if his pupils have been slackened.

I was also quite shocked. Morris was indeed the one among the five of us who had the most talent to go to Africa as a slave trader: "I have a question."

"Ask!" Morris said.

"How many people are you planning to kidnap? Four hundred? Or five hundred?" I gestured with my fingers a few times.I can already foresee that the top three gossips among the residents of Constantinople in the next year must have something like "the morality of the upper class is degraded, the aristocratic teenagers are devoid of conscience, they spend day and night squatting in hotels with drunk uncles, kidnapping, extorting and defrauding, doing nothing." Needless to say, the content of "hundreds of middle-aged uncles were brutally tortured by poisonous hands" and the expression of "I was watching on the spot" when many gossip people described it vividly.

Now it was Morris' turn to be speechless.

"I will go to court, even you, I can't protect you." Constance said quietly.