() The biggest difference between roller skates in the 18th century and roller skates in the 21st century is that there are no foot brakes. Well, a female literary youth is a person who the more you tell her that she can't do it, the more she will try to prove it to you.

Therefore, when the roller skates of the eighteenth century faced off against the extremely weakened version of Frederick the Great's power, the victory would undoubtedly belong to the roller skates.

However, after two days of fighting, Frederick the Great took a wrong turn and successfully reversed the situation.

Feletelia can finally feel proud!

This heartless girl slid all the way from the front hall to the **, standing in front of me with a bruised and swollen face, and proudly gestured with the thing in her hand, a stabbing sword.

To be precise, it was a stabbing sword inserted in the scabbard. After many tragedies, the female literary youth thought that using this thing could help her slow down when she wanted to stop.

"How about it? Do you want me to teach you?" The female literary youth was very impressive, but her behavior was a bit childish, giving the impression that she was a child who had just received a big red flower in the kindergarten.

I still have to keep this face to seduce beautiful women. What if I break it? At that moment, I chose to reject Feletelia.

She snorted dissatisfiedly: "Who cares? Since you don't need your pair of shoes anymore, give them to me and I will take them to the summer palace and give them to my cousin."

I asked: "Aren't you afraid of walking into the summer palace and being captured by Leopold III and sent to your father?"

"You don't have to worry about it. I've already told my cousin not to talk to anyone. My cousin knows my situation and she won't talk too much. Now I'm going to make an appointment with her to meet at another place. I won't talk to anyone in the afternoon.

Back."

Feletelia happily carried two pairs of roller skates to find her cousin. For this girl, I really sighed. I don’t know when Frederick the Great will be able to break out of his cocoon and be reborn. Is it really necessary to kill Hans?

Killed?

Maybe she really is not this material?

Is Frederick the Great just wishful thinking on my part?

The day when the embassy was going to hold a banquet was approaching, and I couldn't wait to have a friendship with the Austrian beauties, but something strange happened. They declined the invitation one after another, either because they were sick or because

That was uncomfortable. When everyone started making excuses, I realized there seemed to be something fishy going on.

I asked Imas and Leon to keep an eye on it for me, and within a day, they both responded.

Imas and Leon looked at each other silently, and finally Leon, who had a good relationship with me, came out.

"What's going on?" I frowned.

"The truth is...there are rumors about you everywhere in Vienna now." Leon spoke without daring to breathe. "Those Austrians said that you contracted a lot of diseases in Poland."

"Sickness?" I wondered, what kind of sickness could make Austrians ignore me?

"That kind of evil disease transmitted from the New World, syphilis that can cause ulcers all over the body." Leon held his breath.

I nodded to show that I understood: "That's it?"

"Some say you are possessed by a demon."

Did the Austrian nobles believe what they said? I thought about it and asked, "Where did the rumor first spread?"

Leon was very embarrassed. He hesitated and said: "We drank too much one day and told those Austrians that you could ride on horseback even if your hemorrhoids burst, and you could kill more than ten Russians on the battlefield with a knife. We are here to support you."

Mil's two thousand men defeated seven to eight thousand Poles at the cost of only a dozen casualties, and in cooperation with the Fifth Spartan Army, they outplayed tens of thousands of people led by the Russian general."

I thought about it and said to Leon: "Look to the source of the rumor that I am sick."

Werner, a local snake in Austria, was very interested in the fact that I was being slandered. In just two days, he found the source. Unexpectedly, it was the summer palace of Leopold III that spread the news first.

This is both expected and unexpected.

I originally thought it would be an important minister or elder such as a duke or marshal speaking, but I didn't expect that the level would actually reach the level of a relative of a king. Werner thought that this might be false news released by the Russians using their network to undermine our relationship with them.

Habsburg relations. Imas thinks there may be some hidden secrets, but the Roman red-robed royal family was slandered for no reason in Vienna, and we have reason to hold the Habsburg family accountable.

I don't really care about slander or anything like that, but the person who spread the rumors didn't understand me at all, someone who has been a virgin for two lifetimes and is close to the level of a holy magician, which really made me grit my teeth!

What to do now?

Anyway, I would not consider going to the hospital: "Master Werner, please give a little warning to those Habsburg people."

We pretended to have fallen into the trap and jumped into the trap. The next day Werner challenged the Habsburg Chancellor who was negotiating with him and threatened to cancel the preferential treatment of saltpeter in the trade agreement with Austria established ten years ago.

Then, within two days, more negative news about me came out of the Summer Palace.

A murderous and heinous demon, Tomir slaughtered thousands of people with just a look, and then burned down the buildings in an area with flames like a saint-level magician, while playing tricks on the Russians.

, I did not rely on my intelligence, but used evil spells to confuse the minds of Russians!

The above are all condensed versions of the rumors about me brought to me by Werner and Leon. Of course, I don't need to think about it to know that this is a harmoniously beautified version.

"His Royal Highness Nikephorus is very good-looking, with soft facial lines, tall enough, and leading soldiers through life and death on the battlefield. He must be a very brave man, oh! I really hope there is someone like him.

A knight like him." A noble lady asked her friends to sit under the swing, looking at the sky with a look of infatuation on her face.

At this time, an Austrian nobleman came out and said casually: "Oh, beautiful ladies and lovely young ladies, yes, maybe that His Highness is very brave, but don't forget, he has syphilis and is said to be impotent.

…”

"Really or not?"

"What's coming from the circle above is still false?"

Several Austrian officers were drinking together, and someone said: "The Roman royal family from Constantinople seems to be a very powerful person. From the drunken nonsense of the attendants who followed him, I learned that the Fifth St. in Rome

When the Bada Army was besieged, he disguised his 3,000 men as tens of thousands, forcing them to stop fighting and successfully scare off the Russians."

Another smiled and said: "So what, yes, maybe that Highness is very wise, but don't forget, he has syphilis. It is said that he was shot with that thing on the battlefield. He bled profusely and was forced to have it removed on the spot.

…!”

"Really or not?"

"What's coming from the circle above is still false?"

A group of Austrian civilians gathered together to warm themselves by the fire: "Have you heard? I didn't expect that the Roman red-robed royal family from Constantinople was so terrifying. He transformed into a human during the day and turned into a demon at night to slaughter the Poles! He was captured.

All the women are locked up and kept to be eaten one by one! The same goes for the children! It’s really terrible!”

"It doesn't matter, that Roman has sores on the soles of his feet and pus from his mouth and tongue. Not only is he ugly, he is also impotent and has syphilis. No matter how severe it is, it's useless!"

"Really or not?"

"Is the rumor coming from the aristocratic circle still false?"

Jealousy and following others' opinions have caused my reputation to drop sharply in Vienna. Some Austrians working in the embassy have caused some Austrians to see me in the past few days. The men are curious and fearful, fearing that I will kill them with one look, and the women

, even a fifty-year-old mother covered her chest for fear that I would catch them and eat them. As for the children, there used to be a few women in the embassy who brought their own children to help in the kitchen and garden, but now, there are no

People.

Why is it so difficult to lose your virginity?

I don’t even want to have sex anymore, I’m mentally prepared to ntr other people’s wives and mistresses, and now they’re actually playing this for me!

It's so sad. If it doesn't work, I'll just tie up Assassin with a whip and a candle next time, take off her mask, and then lock her in a dark room and train her!

The idea flashed across my mind and seemed like a good choice.

Just when I was noticing the scene of dripping candles on Assassin's chest, a face wavered in front of me. Who was blocking the corridor?

"Hey, I'm going out for an outing with my cousin and the others, will you go?"

It turned out to be a female literary youth.

I looked her up and down, finally shook my head and let her go: "I'm not interested in flat chests. If you have blond hair, it's a good candidate. Alas, it seems I can only write papers to kill time."

"It's really baffling, just forget it if you don't go."
Chapter completed!