()3. Chapter 3: Magical Country, Magical People

Every morning, we get up before the sun rises above the horizon of the sea. We get dressed and use only a few minutes to wash up. It’s time to go to the church for morning prayers.

Ten minutes are just enough for people to kneel in front of the benches, use the cold floor tiles to clear their heads and plan today's plans, and finally pray to God for everything to go smoothly. And during this time, the morning light crosses the church wall and passes through the church.

A huge rose window. Made of colorful glass, the rose window will render the faint morning light into a magnificent color every time, adding a sacred brilliance to the cross standing in front.

Cross, although this thing has one more bar than the familiar barbecued pork rack in my mind, every time I see this thing, I always feel resentful. Because it cruelly told me that when I first arrived, I thought I was lucky enough to be an alien.

People, together with their Zentraedi companions, are separated from the wrong judgment of earthly status. What kind of alien beauties have to be taken care of at the same time, one for each race, succubi, goddesses are not spared, and the autumn dream is shattered like a bubble.

Come on, I have not traveled to another world, I am still a human on Earth, and the environmental conditions cannot provide the basis for realizing the above dreams. If you want elves, goddesses, succubi, etc., unless you have Einstein's wisdom and ability in this life.

It has a lifespan like a turtle. But even if a time-travel machine is built, it may not be successful. Who knows when it will be thrown into the Jurassic or Cretaceous period? In addition to dinosaurs, there are also a large group of strange-looking mammals.

After morning prayers, everyone in the church goes to the cafeteria to eat. Breakfast is usually wheat bread mixed with whole grains, cheese and olives, fresh sea fish, cheese and olive oil, seasonal fruits and vegetables, cheese and olives.

Oil, wheat bread, cheese and olive oil. On good days during the holidays, there will also be lamb cubes in olive oil, pork cubes in olive oil, paired with ouzo and cheese, etc.

If you have the urge to overturn the table and a little regretful rush, there is nothing but 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, they eat rice and then some other things. At noon, they eat rice and then some other things. In the evening, they eat rice and then some other things. So.

Let’s face it, it’s normal to have olive oil for three meals a day! But try eating a foreigner with rice for three months in a row. See if he doesn’t cry and go to the director of the Letters and Petitions Office of the White House to accuse you of mistreatment.

Human rights are weird.

Is there nothing else?

Yes, do you want olives?

….

What was served today was ordinary mixed whole-grain bread with cheese, olives, and nuts, which was a very boring accompaniment. But Valens, who was well-informed, said that lunch was stewed sardines in olive oil with vegetables and a small piece of whole wheat.

Bread, each person also has a few raw scallops, oysters, and 350 ml of ouzo or 150 ml of coffee. It is a rich lunch, and today is a chance to go home only once a month.

Military management, this is the way of life at West Point Military Academy in Constantinople, Roman Empire. At the same time, this is also the place where I have lived the longest outside of the old guy’s mansion. Since I left the old guy,

I have stayed here for almost five years. In fact, about half of the male aristocratic boys between the ages of 11 and 16 spent this period of their lives at the West Point Military Academy in Constantinople, accepting militarization.

Management, receiving education for this age group, and training as soldiers, even if some of them will not join the army at all once they leave here.

As for the civilians, they are blocked by a lot of iron bars on the other side of the military school wall. Living there are a group of uncles in their thirties and above. They are recommended civilians who came to the West Point Military Academy in Constantinople for further studies.

You can imagine how stressful it is for an uncle in his thirties to know that there are hundreds of minors around him doing basically the same things as him.

The instructors 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 don't even have full hair!" "Could it be that you are xxx and xoxo?" "Or maybe you can't even do it on a woman's bed?

Will it be over in just a few clicks?" Questions like "No wonder I am a nobleman, but I am a bastard! You are not even as good as the eggs they lay!" are the most educated and cordial greetings, but even if

In this way, there are still many little kids who just walked out of their hometowns with black lines in their heads, and then clamoring to file a complaint, but in recent years, this situation has become much less common. Because those old students usually say a few words to the new students.

"Look, Alexander didn't say anything. Why are you making a fuss?"

Of course, Alexander here refers to my brother. Alexander is considered the highest-status person among our group of students.

After breakfast, it was time for morning reading. The knowledge taught by the military academy instructors was not much deeper than the experts and masters privately hired by the nobles outside, but their education was more comprehensive and professional. It included astronomy, geography, humanities and history.

, but most of the knowledge is only applicable to the military. Well, teaching children to use weapons and using Boy Scouts will be an evil organization similar to Al Qaeda in the 21st century, and it will definitely be on the blacklist of the world's police.

However, for those of us who are about to graduate, the morning reading class is basically a time for bragging and chatting. The reason is that the instructor has nothing to teach. Therefore, our morning reading class is also the shortest, and the vast majority of people are

Before the following equestrian training and live fire shooting training, choose to read a book to adjust your mood.

However, Alexander has not been in a 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 satisfy our wishes in the near future, we are short of money.

A group of people entered the room belonging to our group and found a seat according to past habits. Maurice still leaned against the window, Valens and Constance sat next to Alexander, and the others also found a seat according to custom.

Just sit down.

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

Know what’s inside.”

In fact, without him having to say anything, we all roughly guessed the contents of those two pieces of paper, which were nothing more than the whereabouts of the old guy's legacy.

"How much is the total?" someone asked anxiously, and a few further away even stretched their necks, even though this did not allow them to see the content on the paper.

I don’t have high hopes for this: “Probably not much.”

"He has a pair of gold dentures." Alexander's eyes stayed on the piece of paper he took out for a while before he said.

"Then what?"

"There's nothing down there." Alexander raised his head and looked at us with bright eyes.

I:"…."

"…"other people.

After a while, Valens spoke first.

"I want to dig a grave."

"Count me in," Constans signed up, raising his hand.

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

Alexander asked: "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to find gunpowder and a whip." Morris turned around and said.

In the end, Morris failed to realize his idea of ​​blowing up the old guy's grave and beating the corpse with a whip. In fact, he also knew that he would not be able to go to the military academy. Who told us to take leave yesterday.

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

Constans also said in confusion: "I thought that no matter how poor the old guy was, he still had a lot of money. With the old guy's inheritance, the gap with the expected goal could be reduced! Who knew that the old guy didn't forget his nausea even before he died?

Let’s give it a try!”

We are short of money. To be precise, Alexander's version of "I Have a Dream" is short of money. From the day he was eleven years old, he had the idea of ​​forming a corps immediately after we graduated from the military academy. 1

A small regiment of 4,000 men, including a centurion of dragoons and a squadron of hussars.

It's very luxurious. The most money ordinary children of this age group save is to buy food, toys, and gifts for girls they have a crush on. But there is almost no one like Alexander who spends money to play war. Otherwise, how can we say that he is a

What a pervert! In order to satisfy his perverted needs, we, the group of people, have saved and saved the money we received from our family every month since we were eleven years old, but there is still a gap.

"How about we reduce the scale? If it is just an infantry battalion of 3,000 people and a hussar squadron, our starting funds are completely sufficient. As long as we have an army, we can definitely 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. A one-time sex transaction is so cost-effective. From now on, we only need to provide food and accommodation!"

Constans coughed slightly and asked: "If you give weapons to thousands of slaves, will you sleep peacefully? Besides, do you think this is the New World? The slave market requires hundreds of young men, but it's okay for three thousand.

?You go to Africa first!"

"This won't work, that won't work either, the worst is like this!" Morris laughed, he had another idea, and then I had an unknown premonition.

Morris swallowed his saliva and said excitedly: "I suggest that we squat in various taverns in the city in batches. How about the hotel?"

"What do you want to do?" Alexander leaned forward and leaned against the table and asked confused.

"Catch the strong men! We specially select those drunkards, beat them up, lock them up, and when they wake up the next day, give them a large debt bill that we have prepared a long time ago, with their stamp on it.

They absolutely cannot deny or pay back their fingerprints! At this time, we will use a low-paying service contract in exchange to coerce them into joining our legion, and then make some concessions from the spoils, so that our funds

Isn’t the shortage solved? How about it? It’s wonderful? Very good?” After Morris finished speaking with a beaming eyebrow, he raised his head, looked at us sideways, and winked proudly.

The expressions of Valens and Constans were very wonderful, and their mouths were big enough to hold an egg. Alexander's expression was a little dull, and his eyes were a little straight, as if his pupils had become dilated.

I was also quite shocked. Morris was indeed the one among the five of us who had the most talent to run 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 could already predict that one of the top three gossips among Constantinople residents in the next year would be something like "upper-class morals."

"The aristocratic young man has lost all his conscience, and he stays out day and night squatting in the hotel with the drunken uncle, kidnapping, extorting, and defrauding him. He does everything possible. Hundreds of middle-aged uncles were brutally tortured by vicious hands." This is what many gossips vividly describe.

A face that said "I was watching it live".

Now it was Morris's turn to be speechless.
Chapter completed!