()The carriage quickly entered the outer port area of ​​the Perama Gate.

Although the Outer Port District has the word "port", it is not a place like the Lower Port District where smelly sailors are everywhere. There are many chambers of commerce and offices, and the residents of Constantinople often like to call this place "Port".

Foreigners area. Foreigners, as the name suggests, are mainly businessmen from all over Western Europe who live in this neighborhood. Those who want to appreciate various

You don’t need to travel around to see the architectural style of China. Just come here and take a walk around to get your wish. But this neighborhood is most famous for its restaurants that sell special dishes from various countries. I’m talking to Eric, the finance minister over there at the Treasury Court.

After staying under his command for a while, if the various districts in Constantinople were ranked according to taxation, this place would be ranked in the top ten.

Wendel's carriage stopped in front of a French restaurant with a sign in French. This region was established in the fifteenth century and was very young in ancient Constantinople. Wherever you looked, stone roads crisscrossed the streets.

Many buildings are full of the classical style of that era, with walls made of red bricks, protruding signboards, and bright flower pots hanging around the open semicircular windows on the second floor.

Greek, French, English, and Iberian are all spoken here by businessmen with accents from all over the world. And the restaurant where we ate has a wool carpet produced by a Greek workshop at the door, and the interior is made of majestic

The decoration, the splendid furnishings, and the waiters holding their heads high, are full of luxury and arrogance. The owner who runs this restaurant is a genius, and he can actually condense the face of France to all countries in a small restaurant.

in the restaurant.

Well, in fact, the restaurant is not small, on the contrary, it is very big, and there are many employees. After taking my seat, I was instantly surrounded by four waiters. After they bowed, I guarantee that if it is the first time I enter this restaurant,

Ordinary people will immediately enjoy the feeling of being superior.

In the dimly lit restaurant, white candles were burning on the dining table. Wendel sat opposite me. She made eye contact with me, smiled slightly, and introduced herself: "Can I recommend you today's lunch?"

I thought about it and nodded. Wen Dier seemed to come here very often. She handed the menu back to the waiter beside her without even looking at it. A series of French words came out of her red lips. The waiter immediately left after understanding.

A bottle of chilled Burgundy wine was brought up.

The wine produced in Burgundy is very valuable. Its status in France is like the status of wine produced in Crete in the Roman Empire. It is the first choice of the upper class. But even among famous brands, there are differences. Different

The manor has different ways of making wine and growing grapes, and the wines produced naturally come in various grades. The bottle of wine being opened in front of you should come from the Abbey of St. Vivant de Vige in Burgundy.

Romanee Winery.

It's ironic that the monks who took the oath of abstinence were the ones who invented the most delicious wine. In France, the Abbey of St. Vivant de Vige in Burgundy means one thing, the most delicious and delicious wine in France.

The most expensive wine. And this also means that the wine from the Abbey of Saint-Vivant de Vigi is only provided to the most powerful nobles in France, the royal family!

It is impossible for this French restaurant to own a bottle of Domaine Romanee, so the only remaining explanation is that it belongs to Wendel's private collection.

God knows how much gold this bottle of red wine can be exchanged for. Anyway, the beautiful woman raised the glass and I drank it too.

"Madam, are you a regular visitor here?" I asked casually.

Wendel shook the wine in the glass and smiled: "The answer is half right. In fact, I am the owner here because I am French."

Do you need to open a French restaurant just because you are French? Since the wife and widow don’t want to elaborate, I won’t continue to ask.

Not long after, a group of guests came near the window seat on the second floor where we were.

Two young men and four middle-aged uncles with German beards. The first young man looked around the empty hall, and then he chose a seat with a strange Greek word. It was strange that he did not choose a seat by the window.

I picked the seat next to the stairs.

This aroused my little interest. I took a sip of red wine and observed them carefully. The four middle-aged uncles were all dressed like wealthy families in Western Europe, but they also looked dusty, which made people look quite strange at first glance.

The two young men were embarrassed. The one who spoke just now took off his three-cornered hat, revealing his blond hair. He himself was very fair and tender, with white face and red lips. One of them looked like a naughty young boy. The other one was a little worse, but still very beautiful.

A standard handsome guy of Germanic descent.

The eight waiters stood around as usual and were roughly driven away by four German uncles. The blond young man scolded the four uncles angrily. The four uncles looked at each other and had no choice but to step aside.

The two began to order. Speaking fluent French, the blond young man named more than a dozen dishes in one breath. The expression of an uncle who came in next to him changed. He hurried over and whispered a few words.

But the young man waved his hands as if nothing was wrong to reassure the other person. Then, he noticed the gaze I kept casting towards me. He looked at us curiously, and after a bottle of red wine was delivered, he looked at me

He raised his glass and showed a bright smile.

"Madam, I think you also heard the set of dishes they ordered. As the owner here, how much do those dishes cost?" I put down the wine glass and asked softly.

"More than 900 solidus." Wen Dier glanced at the dishes there and frowned, "The wine is fine imported Burgundy wine. Many of the dishes ordered have expensive ingredients.

spices. I hope they brought enough ores, because I didn't see a bag big enough to hold that much money."

I smiled and suggested, "Should we play another game?"

"We played two games when we met for the first time." Wendel laughed softly. She seemed to be looking at a child who had not grown up and said, "What do you want to play again?"

I couldn't stand her expression: "I dare say that the two people at the table opposite will never be able to pay for this meal."

Wen Dier heard the words and said: "Do you want to call the Sheriff?"

"No, if I win, they don't have to pay for their meal, what about it?"

"What if you lose?"

I said indifferently: "I will pay for their meals."

"Yes, but only if those four Germans are left to me. I will punish them here by washing dishes and mopping the floor, and compensate me for my losses." The beautiful woman was ogling again.

"make a deal."

The time for a meal is neither too long nor too short. Just as Wen Dier and I were chatting wordlessly about the weather being nice today, there was a sudden crisp sound from the opposite side, followed by a loud bang.

Called.

"Come here! Someone is eating without paying! Oops!!"

"Hitting someone! Something happened!"

"Catch them, don't let them escape!"

When I looked away, the two people sitting at the dining table had already fled. Four German uncles were already fighting with eight waiters in the restaurant. One of them even made two waiters trip and roll down the stairs.

Naturally, the sheriff will handle the fight. Leaving the wife behind, I left the restaurant and got on the carriage. At this time, two figures leading horses came out of the alley beside the carriage. They were the two German youths. The blond guy leaned against

The person outside the car window kept looking around, while the other person looked at me uneasily and at the same time, he was wary of his surroundings, fearing that their two guards would fall from the sky while they were not paying attention.

"Excuse me, can we get in your carriage and have a ride?"

I looked around and thought it was nothing serious anyway, so I asked the attendants on both sides to open the door. The blond young man and the brown-haired young man handed their horses to the attendants and sat on them. I took a closer look at the blond young man's skin.

The skin was tender and the flesh was tender, not like a man. The carriage started slowly, stopping from time to time to avoid the crowds that were crowded again after lunch.

"Where are you going?" I looked at the two strangers in the carriage, and they looked at me at the same time.

The clothes of the two Germans look simple, but the material is made of high-quality silk and satin. The brooches, buttons and other small accessories they carry are either inlaid with fine gems or made of gold. The blond one is no longer a pretty boy under close observation.

At this level, she has entered the level of a sissy. If she puts on women's clothes, she can be dragged out to be a lady. The man is not bad looking and is a pretty masculine handsome guy.

Two brothers? They don’t look alike.

Two gay guys ran away from home? Kind of like that?

Maybe... A poignant and beautiful classical love story from China came to my mind, and I had a rough idea in my mind.

"After a few blocks, let us get down. I don't want to be caught by our guards." The blond young man looked at the carvings and interiors in the car, his eyes full of admiration, "Your car is very good."

I said thank you for the compliment, which was not nutritious, and gave the address to the outside, and then asked: "That's no problem, but can I take the liberty to ask why you did this in the restaurant? Which restaurant?"

The mistress is my friend."

"Okay, my question is not too complicated, but it is not simple either." The blond young man lowered his head and scratched his hair in distress. After raising his eyes again, he said, "I love art!"

"I love art, I love music, and I yearn for Constantinople! Of course, I yearn for adventure even more! How can I, a young man, grow old without an adventure and legend of my own! Yes.

Wrong? What's annoying is that my family can't understand and support my idea. So I ran away with Hans! Looking for a legend that belongs to me, here, I introduce myself, I, Frederick,

The heir of a German nobleman, this

He is the companion who ran out with me, and Hans is also the son of a German lord." The blond young man continued to return to the main point after being impassioned, "I just mentioned that we ran out. We have been planning for more than half a year.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, I finally ran away from the boring place in my hometown to Constantinople. But unfortunately, only a few days after we arrived in Constantinople, my father came to see my people.

They found me through the German businessmen here."

I am another person who loves art, and I am also German. Many people come to Constantinople for tourism every year, and there are even more artists. And because of coming to Constantinople, many people have lost their money. This is not me.

I'm not exaggerating, it's just a fact.

That's it. Everyone knows what kind of place Germany is, a place where the king's flag is often changed on the city wall. If you are not careful, your hometown will be carried by others, but those German nobles love to go to Constantinople and

The Roman Empire came to visit and see.

In their words, breathe the air that Caesar breathed and kiss every territory that Augustus walked through. However, the old guy, a scumbag, once picked his nostrils very coldly and despised this kind of behavior similar to medieval pilgrimage.

"A bunch of crazy guys, who doesn't know that Constantinople has the largest and best hospital in Europe."
Chapter completed!