()Since someone is calling for more jing....well, the jing is here...╮(╯▽╰)╭

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I don’t remember exactly how many years ago Constantinople was captured by the Crusaders during the Fourth Crusade in the world, but here, Constantinople was ravaged by the Crusaders in 1206.

Sometimes, I feel that the history of the Roman Empire is very similar to that of the country I lived in in the past. Both are big brothers in their respective regions, and both are sincerely proud of their civilization. Yes, although the Romans did not invent

Paper, compasses, black powder and other technologies that promote the progress of world civilization, but they are an ancient empire. As early as when the barbarians were still small tribes, they were already a large empire that encompassed the Mediterranean and took advantage of inland lakes. Even though it is increasingly declining,

However, the declining Rome was still the guardian of Christianity in Europe, standing at the forefront of the East and fighting against the pagans for thousands of years. However, both of them were also due to the decline of national power, so that the two ancient and proud countries and civilizations were constantly being destroyed.

They were slapped in the face. One was brutally opened the door to the country and was called the sick man of East Asia. The other was even worse. After the capital was looted, the entire civilization and country collapsed in an unstoppable trend. It survived until 1453 and was completely extinct under the Ottoman Empire.

Under the iron heel.

Fortunately, there is a time traveler here who gave the damn wheel of fate a hard kick, causing the wheel's trajectory to run over the balls of the Venetians and Crusaders, grinding them into powder.

The surviving Roman Empire faithfully recorded the traces left by that looting, just like we Chinese view the Nanjing Massacre, and the Eight-Power Allied Forces turned it into a mark of shame printed on their faces. Of course, this is also

The indelible humiliation of the Imperial Army. So much so that every time when the critical moment came on the battlefield countless times, the Emperor and the Prince would always shout, "Do you want to repeat the humiliation in Constantinople?" and they would raise their swords.

Take your bodyguard with you to risk your life.

According to statistics from historians, before the Mongolian Western Expedition, there were a total of 78 emperors in Eastern Luo, and the number of emperors who died on the battlefield could be counted with one slap. However, after the Mongolian Western Expedition, there were 57 more emperors, and 11 died.

On the battlefield. As a person with royal blood flowing through my body, I grew up with the deep understanding of my father’s hatred for Western European countries and pagans. But hatred is a good thing. Although it can easily make people crazy, it makes Dongluo

There were many more brave emperors and princes.

But, what about the women of the upper class of the empire?

I waited quietly for the literary girl's reply, wondering what kind of attitude she would use to respond to me. Will she show off as if it had nothing to do with her? Or would she continue to be angry in response to my strong words?

Or do you express your understanding of us in a profound and righteous way?

I waited for a long time, until the little artistic girl's little head drooped more and more. When I walked in, I heard a faint sound of sobbing.

Why are you crying again?

….I really couldn’t understand women, so I took a hand from my body and handed her a handkerchief from behind.

The literary girl turned around and looked up, with tears overflowing in her eyes. Her eyelashes were stained with fine crystal diamonds, which shone in the dim light and made people feel distressed. She was stunned when she saw the handkerchief before taking it away.

It didn't work, it was smashed over instead.

The light handkerchief flew out, slowly swayed in the air, and then floated to my feet.

The literary girl wiped her face carelessly, her eyes were red, and she started crying: "Go away! I don't want to talk to you!!"

A few years later, I was puzzled and asked why the artistic girl was crying inexplicably at the Thalia Theater. The girl who had officially entered the age of a royal sister from a bad lolita punched me in annoyance. The reason was:

I made her a sinner when Constantinople was breached. Thinking of countless families being torn apart because of this, she would certainly cry when faced with the extremely terrifying scene of hell in her mind... facing the fact that Dione Street was to be demolished.

The irreversible reality, of course, she has more reason to cry... She clearly knows that she is being bullied by me, an extremely hateful villain, and cannot resist, so she should cry even more...

...In fact, she should pray that God would strike me to death with thunder...

At this moment, I picked up the handkerchief on the ground and turned around to leave.

The crying behind him got louder.

"I hate you so much!!!"

The hysterical crying of the artistic girl made me feel heartbroken.

Thinking about it, what I did was indeed excessive. How to use an idiom to describe my behavior... bullying others. Yes, I never thought about demolishing the whole street, but people didn't know, so my behavior

What's the difference between those scumbags in my memory who drove nice cars and killed people but didn't care about shouting that I was a high-ranking official?

In other words, am I a scumbag?

By the way, I was actually tempted by the idea of ​​getting Wen Dier first and then making up for the vote.

I remember I wasn't like this before.

I know how to help an old man cross the street, I pick up a wallet and wait for the owner there, I hold a girl’s hand and I blush for a long time. If a girl like an artistic girl asks me out, I will probably be so excited that I can’t sleep the next day.

Stupidly ran there early in the morning...

It seems that in the past, the location of my butt was just that of a common person with one more, one less, and one less, but now...

Sure enough, has power really corrupted me into a scumbag? A scumbag who will do whatever it takes to achieve his goals? Today I may just deceive a little girl, but what about the future? You know, after a while, I will graduate from the military academy. At that time

What kind of person will I become once I step into the center of power?

"Your Highness, it's not good to leave that young lady there like this." The attendant who opened the car door for me looked at the poor aristocratic girl not far away who was crying and said unbearably, "Her father is an important minister of the imperial court.

You have also met His Excellency Marquis Jimimski, who is the deputy director of the General Audit Chamber of the Ministry of Finance, an executive officer, and a consultant to the royal family."

"Thank you for the reminder." Today was really not a good day. I almost got on the carriage in a daze. I will discuss the things I have to struggle with later. I have to finish what I have started now.

After leaving and returning, the literary girl took a few steps back and kept her distance from me: "Bad guy, what are you doing back here?"

I put away the handkerchief and looked at the literary girl: "I have to thank you for taking me to see the movie "Hypocrite" today. At the end, what do you think of the ending?"

The literary girl had a strange look on her face. She snorted coldly and was very unfriendly: "If you have anything to say, just say it!"

I shrugged and didn't care about her attitude. I asked for it: "I don't like that ending. Don't you think that the king who didn't appear from the beginning to the end suddenly sent a special envoy to expose the hypocrite like a god who knows all things?

Is it offensive? This drama is just a third-rate work to please those in power."

"so what?"

"I think the ending should be modified. The king did not have an envoy. The rich man and his brother were thrown into prison. The whole family except the daughter lived on the street. The old mother could not withstand the blow and went crazy. Finally, on a cold and hungry night, she was in the arms of the rich man's wife.

The rich man's wife had no choice but to let the hypocrite defile her body in exchange for a meal. Later, the hypocrite used the contract to forcefully marry the rich man's daughter. Her lover rushed to the wedding scene and wanted to kill the hypocrite, but unexpectedly let the hypocrite shoot him with a musket.

Kill. That night, the girl who lost her lover lost her virginity. But she didn’t expect that the hypocrite would force her to sleep with the rich man’s wife and serve him. The rich man’s wife and daughter couldn’t bear it and finally killed the hypocrite and finally hanged himself in the house. In prison

The rich man who heard the tragic news that his mother, wife, and daughter had died all committed suicide..."

"Too cruel! How could you do this!!!" The literary girl interrupted me with a scream, and she covered her ears, "I don't want to listen, I don't want to listen!! I don't want to listen!!!"

"Don't you think this ending is quite educational?...The writer reminded me that as the creator of the script, he can write whatever he wants. So, I want to come over and play a game with you, because I

I want to write a script to show you the difference between a good writer and a third-rate writer." I said to myself, taking out a coin and shaking it in front of the artistic girl squatting on the ground. The metallic light shone on the street lamp.

The bottom was shining brightly, "The fate of Dione Street lies on both sides of this coin. What, do you want to play?"

Today is the third time I want to play a game, but I want to play a special game.

Pennywise's lips moved, and after a few seconds, her eyes became extremely determined: "The crossroads of destiny are behind this coin, okay! Then no matter what will greet me at the end, I will be ready.

Get ready! What should I do now? You toss first, and if you guess the upward side of the coin, I win?"

I shook my head.

"I guess first, and then you toss. If the side that goes up is my guess, do you think I win?"

I continued to shake my head.

"what on earth do you want?"

"You guess first, and then I will tell you the result after I flip the coin."

The artistic girl quickly grasped the key point: "Then it's not up to you to decide whether I win or not!"

"Yes."

There is a 50% chance of heads and a 50% chance of tails. If you just guess heads and tails, she has a 50% chance. But now the final decision on how I play the game is mine.

That is to say, even if she wins, if I don't want her to win, she can't win! It seems that no matter what she thinks, she will lose.

"You...you...cheated!!" The literary girl was trembling with anger. It must be the first time in her life that she has seen a gangster like me.

"Little sister, you can choose not to play."

"Who said you won't play! If you don't play, you won't have a chance. If you play, at least you still have some hope of winning! Also, I'm not a little sister!" Pennywise said with a glare.

"You are really stubborn."

"It's persistence!"

"Okay, kid. Is it heads or tails?

"Tails!"

"I started throwing."

To be honest, I kind of like this girl who speaks in a literary style but is cutely stubborn, likes to cry, but seems to be the only one in a million who can learn martial arts without a teacher, especially when I see those serious eyes.

His eyes were nervous as the coins kept flipping.

The coin fell into my palm, and the expectant light in Pennywise's eyes gradually disappeared as I slowly removed my palm from the coin. The coin that fell on my palm was heads.

"Did you guess tail?" I asked knowingly.

Pennywise pursed her lips and her eyes began to become misty again, and she nodded.

"Miss Pennywise, congratulations, you have won a chance to save Dione Street."

"Ah?" The literary girl was stunned, "What did you just say?"

"You have earned a chance to save Rue Dione," I repeated.

Pennywise was stunned for a moment, and then she scooted closer to me. The two of them were very close to each other, face to face, nose to nose, and the heat between their breaths lingered between them. It was very ambiguous.

: "Did you really promise not to demolish Dione Street?"

"I didn't say not to demolish it, I just said you got a chance to save Dione Street."

"What do you mean..." The artistic girl was dissatisfied.

"To put it simply, I no longer support the demolition of Dione Street. But it is not enough for you to have me on your side, because there are more than thirty people in our group."

"Oh my God! There are more than thirty people, do I have to do work one by one?"

Stare? Stare back! Well, finally unable to withstand my fiery eyes, the girl turned her head away. After working for a long time, making the girl cry and make trouble, I was finally able to come up with the most real purpose.
Chapter completed!