Chapter 149 Looking up at the Devil in the World

A group of lively girls came from afar, each of them looking young and toned, unlike the description of women in the poems of the Ming Dynasty.

Most of the women in the poems of the Ming Dynasty are weak and sick, and sentimentality is their essence. If such women appear in life, they will only make men feel pity and protection.

And the girls in front of them all looked very agile, just like the resurrection of Bernini's sculpture, looking healthy and beautiful.

Little Descartes's hand fell on a girl's thigh. With a little force, the girl's thigh immediately fell into a pit.

The naked girl was joking, while the little Descartes' eyes were extremely holy.

"It seems that "Pluto and Prosepina" created by Bernini really makes sense. There will definitely be pits when the girl's legs are pinched hard."

Little Descartes's artistic words disappointed the girls because they did not see the shyness or wildness of the young people from Little Descartes.

Just when they were disappointed, Little Descartes grabbed a handful of silver coins from his wallet and put it in the hands of the most beautiful girl and said gently: "You guys can split it up."

"The reward should not be silver coins!"

The young man who drove the car with a feather in his hat said a little jealously.

Little Descartes said: "My gold coins are too few, not enough for them to share."

After saying that, he continued to move forward and followed the flattering fat man into a luxurious bathhouse.

The dome of the bathhouse is very high, with complex patterns on it, and the windows inlaid with colored glass are wide open, allowing more sunlight to penetrate and the interior to become brighter.

The bathhouse decoration is not sloppy at all.

The four walls of the bathroom are inlaid with marble discs, and the Numidian marble, which is set in Alexander marble, is soaked in warm water, and is shining with a dark light.

The filtered hot water flowed out of the silver faucet and finally poured into the slightly blue bath.

There are many exquisite statues in the bathhouse, which are carved beams and painted buildings. In Little Descartes's view, this place is more like a sculpture hall than a bathhouse.

"You don't have to reward him with silver coins, everything here actually belongs to you."

A strong man with linen around his waist stood in the bathhouse. Seeing that Little Descartes was about to give the flattering fat man a few silver coins, he immediately said to stop him.

Little Descartes was unmoved and still stubbornly rewarded the fat man with a silver coin.

"Don't you come down to take a shower?"

The strong man invited Little Descartes into the pool.

Little Descartes squatted by the pool, teasing the water inside the pool with his hands, and asked softly: "Has the tunnel been dug through?"

The strong man smiled and said, "No need to dig, Christians have dug it for us, just underground."

Little Descartes said thoughtfully: "Oh, yes, when Christians were not recognized, they could only secretly buried them in the huge sewers in Rome. I thought those sewers had collapsed long ago, but I didn't expect them to exist."

The strong man said proudly: "So, we will not refund the money you have paid."

Little Descartes stood up and smiled gently, "No, that's what you deserve."

The strong man lifted a sealed box from the bath and placed it in front of Little Descartes and said, "I don't know why you were digging such a passage, but I don't want to know about you big guys either.

The box is filled with the sewer route map. I walked it six times and there was no mistake."

Little Descartes said: "Take me there."

The strong man hesitated and said, "The ground is too dirty, you should know that prostitutes are used to giving birth there and then throwing the baby there."

Little Descartes said: "Let's go."

The strong man punched the water in anger and shouted, "I just washed it... You are a noble person, why should you suffer such a sin?"

Descartes little said: "I like the frescoes and sculpture art created by Michelangelo, Raphael and others in St. Peter's Basilica."

The strong man put on his clothes and said in confusion: "Believers can visit."

Descartes little said: "You know that only if you truly belong to yourself can you talk about being loved."

The strong man looked at Little Descartes in disbelief for a long time, and finally said dumbly: "It's good that you like it."

The two walked in the dark, wet and smelly sewer. The strong man cursed loudly while walking, while Little Descartes was wearing a thick mask with carbon layer and followed quietly.

The strong man said nothing wrong. This road can indeed lead to St. Peter's Basilica and directly to the church square.

He stood at the end of the sewer, listened to the bells coming from the church, and once again confirmed that this was the destination, he slowly pulled back his stinging sword.

Without the support of the stinging sword, the strong man's body slowly slipped along the thick and wet stone walls of the sewer, and finally sat there quietly.

The stabbing sword passed through his mouth and the strong man died peacefully.

Little Descartes stood at the end of the sewer, and two steps forward was the Tiber River. From here, sewage poured down into the Tiber River and finally entered the sea.

After finally determining the location of the gunpowder explosion, Descartes used his stinging sword to leave traces on the hard stone wall, and then returned to the magnificent bathing place.

This time, he found a quiet bathtub, carefully cleaned his body, and once again returned to a small manor in the carriage driven by the tired young man.

When he jumped out of the carriage, the boy was dead.

Two people who looked like farmers quickly dragged away the teenager's body. Little Descartes flicked his finger and flew out a silver coin and was caught by another tall man.

"Clear the person holding this kind of silver coin, and after the processing is completed, return my silver coin to me, the target, the bath."

The tall man bowed and took the order and left quickly.

Little Descartes looked at Zhang Liang fishing on the edge of the lake in the distance, and walked over.

"Tonight, gunpowder can be installed."

Zhang Liang nodded and said, "The twelve cannons are already hidden across the Tiber River, and the distance is a bit far away, but this is the only suitable method."

Descartes Little said: "No, there must be more than two artillery guns that are no more than 500 meters away from the assassination target."

Zhang Liang said: "The artillery comes from Ottoman, and their artillery quality is still good."

Little Descartes said: "I heard that the Ming Dynasty had a short gun cannon that could be quickly disassembled and installed, and installed powerful flowering bullets. I needed this kind of cannon to help me complete the first round of assassination, and then bombarded with the Ottoman artillery across the Tiber River, which would destroy the previous blowout spots."

Zhang Liang looked at Descartes and said, "You should understand the greater the investment, the more flaws there will be."

Little Descartes said: "The five thousand kilograms of gunpowder underground will destroy all traces."

Zhang Liang spread his hands and said, "You are the planner if you want."

Little Descartes said: "I have traveled all the places I need to go these days. I want to arrange these short guns and cannons myself and arrange their blowout spots myself. The only shame is that I have no way to experiment with his accuracy, and I can only verify it through calculations."

Zhang Liang looked at the sparkling lake and sighed: "There are three doors here, you can go to the vineyard to test your new toys."

Little Descartes smiled, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it on Zhang Liang's mouth, and then went to the tall barn, which was only where there was the condition to place three short gun cannons.

It was already very late when Little Descartes came home.

Mr. Descartes was calculating something while coughing. Little Descartes took out a not-so-large glass bottle from his pocket, filled with black paste.

He dug out a spoonful of paste from the bottle, dissolved it with warm water, and then brought the bowl of soup into Mr. Descartes' room.

"Grandfather, after eating this, you won't cough."

Descartes looked up at his grandson and smiled, "What is this?"

"Loquat cough cream, a very useful medicine."

"What is loquat?"

"A plant, this plaster is boiled with the leaves of this plant, and it is very effective in relieving cough."

Mr. Descartes thought for a while and found that he had never heard of this kind of plant with a difficult name. Seeing that Descartes gave him the medicine, he smiled and drank it in one sip.

“It’s very sweet.”

“Yes, a lot of honey added.”

"Yeah, if this is also a drug, you can take a little more."

Little Descartes picked up the manuscript paper on his grandfather’s desk and glanced at it, “Are you starting to study optics again?”

Mr. Descartes said: "You are like a greedy child. The grandfather's knowledge reserves are no longer enough for you to eat. You must give you more spiritual food."

"It's okay, I can wait, your body is the most important thing."

"No, your continuous improvement is the motivation for me to survive."

Little Descartes nodded, and when he saw his grandfather start writing again, he put a blanket on his grandfather and left the study.

He tiptoed away the little Emily's room, and the little girl was already asleep.

He gently put the little girl's arm like a lotus node back on the blanket, kissed her forehead again, and tiptoed away.

His study is on the second floor.

After entering the study, he untied the stinging sword hanging from his waist, pulled out the cold-shining sword from the scabbard, carefully wiped it with a piece of cotton cloth, and placed it on a wide table.

After doing this, he washed his hands with warm water, and then sat in front of the table. He made a cup of tea with the water he had hired to boil the water he sent.

Seeing the tea leaves gradually stretching their veins in the boiling water, slowly sinking and floating up, muttering to themselves: "I killed someone today, killed two with my own hands, and seven others were also killed because of the instructions.

It's very strange. I thought I would panic when I kill someone and would have all kinds of discomfort reactions.

As a result, no, no discomfort reaction, but I was a little excited...

It seems that my mother is right, I am born to be a demon.

Mother, I forgive you for abandoning me now. It may be the right choice to let Emily follow you to heaven, because angels cannot be with the demons.

However, I swear to you that Emily will not sink into hell as well.

Even if I become the most vicious demon in hell, I will definitely protect Emily and make her the happiest angel in heaven.

In three days, I will do the most horrifying event in European history. I will rekindle the war in Europe. I will let all unfamous wars break out. I will let the flames from hell burn the world again.

Only those who have experienced the scorching flames of hell can know how precious the light of heaven is.
Chapter completed!