After handing the letter and paper to the local officials, Viscount Imas remembered that he had something to give me.

A letter from a fat man asking for credit, a letter from an artistic girl, and a letter from the wife Wen Dill.

Normal people usually open the letters from pretty lolita and charming wives first to see what they say first, but I guess it’s because of my brain twitch, I actually opened the letters from fat Marcus first...

Marcus briefly talked about the greeting card in the first few lines of the letter. From the traces of his words, it was clear that the fat man was in a bad mood when writing the letter. This made me read the entire content with fear...for fear of

This guy with a lot of success and failure got away with what I told him. Surprisingly, the greeting card thing was a success. Although the fat man just mentioned it briefly, I still learned that he and Pennywise will

The greeting card printing operation was very successful, but the reason why he sighed in his heart and used a lot of extremely frustrated words was that the beautiful woman he liked was not in Constantinople. It is said that as early as the days when I left, that beautiful lady

The wife also left.

Then, I opened Pennywise's letter, and a fresh fragrance came to me. This girl actually sprinkled perfume on the letter and ink. I took a quick look at the literary girl. I regretted not opening it earlier.

Her letter was much more detailed and serious than Fatty's about running greeting cards in Constantinople. At the end, there were a few greetings asking about my physical condition, and a tactful mention that she

He has sent me many letters.

When I got the letter from the wife, Wendel said in the letter that she would give me a surprise after returning to Constantinople.

I'm a little confused, I don't know what the cheap daddy means. Because the fat man and the literary girl's letters were written by the cheap daddy and they were asked to write them and brought them here because they wanted to report to me, so what's his name?

What does it mean when a wife writes to me?

Less than a day after leaving Constanta, the air along the coast has a faint fragrance.

Looking at the pastoral scenery on both sides of the river, I believed that I had entered the Lower Danube Plain area in the Romanian jurisdiction of the province of Caesar.

As an economically prosperous region, the Lower Danube Plain is also rich in beauties. It is said that most of the red-brand prostitutes in Plesia who can climb onto the bed of the great nobles of Constantinople are of Polish descent. What’s even more amazing is that these

The beautiful Polish half-breed has a face that is not inferior to any elegant lady from a famous family in Constantinople, and her performance in bed is even more fiery than those ladies.

Polish women probably mean quality guaranteed.

In the past world, the most famous Suleiman the Magnificent of the Ottoman Empire had a queen of Polish origin. This Polish queen named Roxelana was abducted by the Ottomans and was a slave and worked as a prostitute. She was lucky enough to be selected.

Suleiman the Magnificent's assassination, as a result, once Roxelana was beaten and scolded by another favorite concubine, the man who brought Osman to its peak, exiled the favored concubine for Roxelana, and executed him and him

The crown prince born to the beloved concubine finally gave Roxelana free status and made her queen! Their son later became the Ottoman Caliph!

If this is not enough to explain how many peerless beauties there are in Poland, then the great god Napoleon can explain everything. Everyone knows that Napoleon loved Josephine enough. He knew that this slut was showing mercy to men everywhere and still made him the queen, crazy.

They stayed together for more than ten years. Then, when Napoleon arrived in Poland, he immediately had a Polish mistress... Napoleon fought in Italy, Spain, Austria, the Netherlands, and almost all places in Europe, but only in

After staying in Poland for a short time, he immediately got a Polish mistress... By the way, Peter I, who died not long ago more than ten years ago, is the current Grand Duke of Moscow and the father of Queen Elizabeth who has a bunch of messy titles for himself. He is the third

My wife is the daughter of a Lithuanian farmer, and Lithuania is part of the Kingdom of Poland, so she is also Polish. The story of this Polish farmer’s daughter is bizarrely similar to that of Roxelana. She was kidnapped and did the same thing.

She lived as a lowly prostitute, and also worked as the personal favorite of Minister Peter for a period of time. Finally... her daughter Elizabeth became the Queen of the Russian Bear.

It’s just that I was so busy beating up Polish men in Poland that I forgot to talk to Polish girls about my future life ideals. But isn’t there a Polish half-blood beside me! This trip to Austria is regarded as a trip to lose my virginity, what?

If you don't want to do anything, just lose your virginity. Whether it's a couple or a group sex, I won't refuse anyone who comes!

"Your eyes are very malicious. What are you thinking in your head?" Assassin shuddered at the bow of the ship.

I grinned and said, "Beauty, smile."

Assassin rolled her eyes, she was used to my intermittent nervousness.

When we got to the place where we were to disembark, I got off first, while Viscount Imas counted the people behind.

About half an hour later, Viscount Imas came over with a grimace: "Your Highness, your German friend refuses to come out."

What happened to her? I sighed and said, "I'll go take a look."

Returning to the ship that was busy carrying items, I went to Feletelia's room, knocked on her door, and saw the guy stretching out his pale face.

I was stunned. The palace physician used the wrong medicine?

"Are you okay?"

"I'm going to die from pain!!!" Feletelia cried with a sad face.

I chuckled and said, "What did you do in the room? How could you hurt yourself to death? Also, we are about to leave the ship, why don't we get off? Aren't you missing my solid chest muscles again and looking for excuses to want them?"

The princess hugged me."

"Asshole, I'm in so much pain, can you stop gloating about my misfortune!" Feletelia almost cried. Looking at her in such pain, I felt that this was not an act.

I spread my hands: "Then what do you want me to do?"

I looked at the female literary youth with an embarrassment. Recently, I had been distracted so often that I had forgotten about this. I couldn't laugh or cry: "It seems I can't leave today."

"Don't look at me with that look! I'm not holding you back!" Feletelia was inexplicably angry again. "Last time in Poland, you made it impossible for me to prove myself. This time I will prove it to you.

, I could have followed the team that day without you!"

"You're going to just walk out and tell other people that your butt is bleeding?" I laughed angrily.

"Don't worry about me, I won't delay your team anyway!"

Feletelia pushed me out, and not long after, she came out with a livid face: "Do you still have those things you got last time? Give me some!"

Once again, some mats were made for the female literary youth. After taking them away, she changed into a pair of dark trousers and took a few steps. The muscles on her face shook slightly: "Let's go!"

I don’t know what happened to this girl. As soon as she got off the boat, she called for the horses.

Assassin came over and asked curiously: "What is she just doing?"

"It seems like I hurt her self-esteem."

Except for her breasts, the female literary youth who has big enough everything is like a stubborn child who wants to show you what she can't do the more you tell her she can't do it. She rides on a horse, and Assassin, who is also a woman next to her, can see it.

Heart-pounding.

"After I catch a cold from the sea breeze, the pain I get once a month will become even more painful."

"What kind of pain would that kind of pain be?" I said more.

"If a man is kicked hard in the balls on his crotch, the residual pain he will endure for the next few days is about the same."

That must be very painful.

As the team started running, Assassin couldn't stand it anymore. I thought as a woman, she knew the pain of the bumps.

From noon to afternoon, Feletelia endured it, which made me surprised. I watched the girl reining in the horse at the rest town with sweat on her face.

I once studied a text that said that a certain general of the motherland underwent eye surgery without anesthesia and endured pain. Originally, I didn’t believe that a person could endure such pain, but when an example was presented before me, I can only say that I believed it.

Okay. Does every big shot have the potential to be a masochist? I pinched my arm.

"Why are you grinning there?" Assassin asked curiously.

Come on, it seems I'm not destined to be a big shot.

Riding the horse, I saw that Feletelia's legs clamped on the edge of the saddle were shaking constantly. She pursed her lips with a livid face and kept breathing. Is it worth it to fight?

"Can you come down?"

Feletelia said firmly: "Yes."

"Wait a minute." Seeing that the female literary youth was about to turn over and dismount, I dismounted first and walked to her horse so that I could catch her if she fell off.

"You don't need to come over!" Feletelia pulled the horse and walked away a few steps. I looked at her and then stood there. She was really a woman with excessive self-esteem. Since she didn't need me, I didn't bother to go over.

Facts have proved that it would be very beneficial for the female literary youth to choose my help. She tried several times in a row but could not get off the horse in the stirrups. After several failures, her face became increasingly red.

I just felt bad when I saw it, so I hurriedly took a few steps out, fearing that this girl would get angry and do something that would harm herself. If she broke her leg here or got into some kind of problem, we have quite a problem in Austria.

Trouble. However, I was still a step too late after all. The girl gritted her teeth and kicked hard to get down. Then her left leg softened and her whole body leaned to one side. She grabbed her arm randomly and startled the horse.

She was about to fall to the ground and be dragged away by the horse. I rushed out in one stride, caught her, and grabbed the reins with my arms to stop the horse from kicking its front hooves.

"What happened?" Viscount Imas came over nervously.

"It's nothing, our Prussian friend's old injury has relapsed." I called back, stretched out my hand to pull the female literary youth's feet out of the stirrups, "Go and prepare a room for him, and call the doctor over by the way."

"I don't want a doctor!"

"Shut up!"

The female literary youth stared, and I stared back. Big eyes and small eyes, who is afraid of whom?

In the end, this girl couldn't stare at me anymore and turned her head.

Damn it! I picked up her legs and walked into the house: "Go and pack your things. We won't be in a hurry today."

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Thank you for the tip. In fact, I also know that I am not very good at writing in the first person. The reason why I used the first person was because I had never written in the first person before and wanted to give it a try. But since I have already used the first person, I can only go all the way.

It's getting dark. But I think I can use the third person to describe the scene without the pig's feet. What else? If you think there is anything wrong, please continue to point it out. Only by constantly being pointed out mistakes can we

Correct the error...
Chapter completed!