"Are you scared?!" Constans covered his face, supported half of his body with his other hand, and was still immersed in her "large and sophisticated" revenge plan and cleverly thought she had caught my sore spot. "You are scared, hahaha, you are afraid that I will do this in the future, so you hit me! You are afraid that I will do this in the future!"

"I'm just sad."

Constans raised her head... She was stunned for a moment, then she seemed to have been trampled on, and she looked even more like a mentally ill patient who gave up treatment: "You are not allowed to look at me with this kind of eyes! I am not a beggar on the street!"

"The two are selling dignity, what's the difference between you and them?" I asked back.

"I am the daughter of the Duke of Orleans! I am not like them! I am the daughter of the Duke of Orleans! I am not like them!" Constans repeated a sentence. Obviously, she knew that her resistance was very pale and powerless, but she soon found evidence to convince herself, "They are just a group of national borers who live for the sake of life. My purpose is more noble, and I want to avenge you!"

Sure enough, there are so many strange things about French girls. Even if they sell their dignity, they will become noble due to different purposes.

"Northern? Only the saints' conduct is called noble, because they, many of them, have the support of faith. The deeds of Prince Condorda can also be called noble, because he, many French people muster up the courage to fight to the last moment. You? You plan to let men after men climb onto you, and I can't see where the noble is except for the filth of the ground. Moreover, Miss Duke of Orleans... The names of all the people you just reported are at most, at most, local forces with the size of a palm of the territory. Do you want them to fight against Rome? Do you know how big Rome is?"

"The Bavarian Elector is still a duke, and so is August of Saxony! They have power, territory, and army! Xiao Kongde is destined to be a powerful minister! The power of these people cannot be compared with you, but once they unite, they will definitely defeat you!" shouted Constans.

Join together?

Constans' innocence made me stunned.

"Even if they will unite. Miss Duke of Orleans, you can guarantee and be sure that these people will devote their troops and their country truthfully after climbing onto your big bed..."

"Enough, shut up! If you are a man, you will kill me if you have sex. What's the point of torture me with your mouth and words here! Do you even have to kill my last hope of living!"

Billing tears flowed out of Constans' eyes.

The French girl is undoubtedly very pitiful now, but I wondered, revenge on me has become the last hope to support her life.

Could it be that the Duke of Orleans, whom I inexplicably caused, was killed in the whole family?

It's unlikely.

If the Duke of Orleans were killed, there is no reason not to receive the news.

Could it be that I accidentally fucked her fiancé to death, and that fiancé was the guy she loved to death. So the woman who couldn't get out of the shadow gave up treatment in anger and turned grief and anger into anger. From then on, she embarked on an Elizabeth road that belonged to her alone?

Thinking about it, there is this possibility.

Suppose, I had released the French girl's pigeon several times, and this girl felt that she was neglected by me and lost confidence in herself. Then a sweet-spoken guy opened her heart. From then on, the French girl was not like before, and was about to change her mind and develop this relationship well. However, what happened was that France launched the largest battle in decades, with more than 300,000 people going to Austria. The result was that these more than 300,000 people had gone through two major battles and five battles, with only less than 150,000 people left. The 50% chance was just to hit Constans' lover again...

In order not to inexplicably provoke a madman, I chose to wait.

It took me quite a long time to wait for Constans to stop crying, and with Felletlia's experience, I know that when a woman cries, nothing you say is useless.

"Do you know the Russian queen?"

Constans didn't answer, but her sobbing gradually made me know that she had noticed that I was talking.

"I guess you know a lot of rumors about her. The lovers of more than a hundred men, the number of men is more than one intensive. Constans, she is a woman who tries to make men offend with her body. When she was at the bottom of Russia, let alone the guards, even the foreman of the kitchen had slept with this noble Russian queen. Don't doubt what I said, she didn't want to be poisoned and killed by the chef, so she used her own body to bribe the chef of the palace. Yes, her rule lasted for more than ten years and was done with great enthusiasm. But what? Two years ago, since her minister died in battle, her dynasty began to collapse." I casually told the news that I heard about, and then I began to scare Constans into a fire, "But there is a problem, have you noticed that since the Russian queen can control many men with her body, why can't she do it suddenly?"

Constans calmed down, I smiled, and this girl was indeed caught.

"Because she is sick, any man who touches her will have various discomfort reactions afterwards, and this discomfort reaction will make them uncomfortable. The most terrible thing is that the symptoms of their contagiousness from the Russian queen cannot be cured and will be tortured forever. So, gradually, the Russian queen who can no longer use her beauty will be unable to maintain her rule."

"You know again."

"Of course I know... Miss Duke of Orleans, the Russian Queen, wouldn't we send a court physician to check her body when she married into Rome?"

I didn't know about this kind of thing, but during the imprisonment of Elizabeth, we recorded some of her strange behaviors. When the cheap dad told me, I guessed that Elizabeth probably had inflammation somewhere because of too many partners, and those who had been exposed to her had all kinds of discomfort reactions, further confirming that my idea was correct.

"Do you know how serious the Russian queen is now?" I quickly raised my question again while Constans was paying attention to me, "The lower body is corrupt."

I opened my eyes and said lies: "You can imagine what your lower body is corrupt, Miss Duke of Orleans? I guess you won't. But it doesn't matter, you just need to know that the Russian queen needs to cover the odor of her body with perfume, and she often has to clean her rotten place. The strips of cloth changed all have yellow and fishy pus, and she needs to eat opium to numb her nerves every day to fall asleep. But sometimes, she will be incontinent everywhere... As this decay expands, slowly, this disease will expand on her face."

Constans gasped, and I stood in front of Constans and waved my hand to the left: "This is Elizabeth's road, her illness, through case studies from our Roman court physicians and other regions, it was caused by too many men bringing dirty things into the body of the Russian queen. Too many of this adjectives, from our point of view, more than five people are at risk of getting sick. Miss Duke of Orleans. If you want to follow this path that imitates the Russian queen, I think you have to think about it. In ten years... can you kill me? You said you want to conquer men with your body. Are you planning to conquer ten men or twenty men? Do you think such a number is enough?"

"Which side, give up your unrealistic idea of ​​revenge, you will not get sick, nor will you betray your dignity, and be your Duke of Orleans, well, isn't that great? And..." I put my hand on Constans's beautiful cheek, and tried to make my tone more sensible, "Such a beautiful face, such a beautiful flower, Constans, do you think you are abusing yourself, will your unfortunate lover who died in battle be happy? Will you be happy for your revenge?"

The eyes of Constans, whose eyes were empty and unconscious, seemed to be poked by me, and shed tears silently, and her eyes returned to a little glory. But unlike what I expected, the glory revealed in Constans' eyes actually showed a more desperate mood.

After a while, she reached out and held my hand covering her face: "You kill me."

“…”

"I'm afraid of pain and can't do it myself, but I think this is the best relief for me."

I went and scolded the next door. I just had such a long speech that actually made someone say that I wanted to die. Damn, what did I say just now? Isn’t it just scaring Constans?

My body shook violently, and my palms froze. The bad thought that surged in my heart made me wonder if I should ask: "You have already been to bed with more than one man?"

"No, but it's even worse..." Constans rushed up and burst into tears again on my waist.

I swallowed... even worse, what is this answer?

Are those...those are not men, but animals?

No matter how chaotic Constans's private life is, it is not so chaotic!

But, I just said to be with humans, and I didn't mention animals...

I feel a little dizzy.

I pulled Constans away and asked, "What the hell is going on?"
Chapter completed!