It was getting dark outside, and Sebastian yawned, he had slept in the pile of papers half the time because he was so sleepy, and now he woke up to see that half of the papers were still unprocessed, rubbed his brow, and prepared to deal with them after dinner. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The attendant knocked on the door and brought a letter, and Sebastian read it, put on a velvet coat with green trim, and a silk cloak, and went out of the Prime Minister's Tower by night.

At night, the cool breeze blows the moisture of the inland river, bringing the smell of grass. Sebastian sniffed, he liked the feeling, and in his hometown, he used to spend the whole day alone with a sketchpad walking through endless wheat fields, plains, and slightly raised hills. When he came to Thundercastle, he worked on documents, inspected projects, and juggled between the emperor and his ministers every day, sometimes worrying that his painting skills were unfamiliar.

Tonight the moon is bright in the shape of a scimitar, and there are several large boats on the river, which are brightly lit, and there are shouts and laughter. Sebastian narrowed his eyes, searching for the marker written in the letter.

"Your Excellency Prime Minister, I really don't recognize you in casual clothes, I feel ......" A man in a linen-colored blouse, with his hair tied up and a mustache on his mouth, betrayed him by his honey-colored hair and fair skin.

"What does it feel?" Sebastian was nervous, easily recognized.

"It feels like a third-rate painter. ”

"you, just your aesthetic, and I'm embarrassed to judge my paintings. Look at the so-called beauties you have touched, and you will know how bad your taste and aesthetics are, Governor Olaf. Sebastian feigned anger and lowered his face.

"Nonsense, my taste has always been very inclusive, so I can tolerate your crappy paintings. Olaf looked at Sebastian's outfit from head to toe, "You're dressed more and more like Moody Bayer, the lord of Gasganik, who is 66 years old, how old are you? ”

He took Sebastian's hand, looked around quickly, and whispered, "Follow me, remember, you'll be a merry crappy third-rate painter Bass later, and everything will be arranged by me." ”

Sebastian regretted listening to Olaf's arrangement, he originally thought that Olaf would find a tavern, there were a lot of noisy taverns, and no one paid attention to the conversation between the two, or he could go directly to the boat in the river and rent a box, which was safe and secluded, but he didn't expect-

"Hey, girls, my glass is empty! Oh, fill it for our painter Bass. Olaf deliberately spoke with a high octave, touched the fake mustache, put his left hand around a dark-skinned girl about 16 years old, the girl was petite, and her right hand stroked a 20-year-old Rhodes girl, the girl was plump, one black and one white, one thin and one plump, which shows how inclusive Olaf's "taste" is.

However, Sebastian was very uncomfortable, he was from a noble family and had a good education, and he would never come to such a romantic place. Olaf knew him well, and when the girls saw him, they swarmed him, and Olaf, who called himself the wandering poet Cliff, picked up the lute hanging in the hallway, and sang as he played.

He first sang a song "Blue Mountain Minor", which the girls didn't like, so he simply sang a few country tunes, the content of which was vulgar, which caused the girls to clap and laugh.

Sebastian pushed Miss Rhodes' hand away, took the glass himself, and put it in his mouth, but luckily the wine was not bad.

"Our Bath painters are best at sketching, Anne, how about you strip off and let the Bath painters sketch you later?" Olaf kissed the black girl's navel and smirked, "The pose is up to the painter." ”

Sebastian snorted, squirted out, and coughed desperately.

"Oh, my dear painter, you paint countless beauties, what is there to be ashamed of?" Olaf blinked, "my God, your velvet coat is full of wine, just take it off, and you'll have to take it off later." ”

"Shut up......! Oh, damn Cliff, I'm going to turn my face if you do this again. Sebastian deliberately lowered his glass heavily, "I have a lot of work to do, I'm working on new painting art......"

"Alright, girls, let's rest for a while, and come back to you later, and fight until dawn. Olaf played the lute and sent the two girls away.

"Hey, hey, don't put on that stinky face, you should be happy where you're happy. Olaf waved to the girls, then turned his head and pointed at Sebastian.

"You brought me to this place! it's humiliating to me!" Sebastian said indignantly, "Damn, I'm not you!"

Holding his head in his right hand, Olaf picked up the bottle with his left hand, squinted one eye to see how much wine was left, and said without looking back: "Thank you, I am unique." Why do you think I called you here? Don't pretend to be tall, you're 40 years old, dare you say you haven't thought about women, haven't touched women?"

"Damn, I thought you called me out......"

"Of course it's business, man. It seems to you that it is dirty and vulgar, and the lovely girls do not understand urban planning and color sketching, but on the contrary, many nobles and officials come to patronize it. Olaf squinted at Sebastian, "They're all sanctimonious, human-skin beasts, and you're an outlier except you." ”

Sebastian instantly understood Olaf's subtext and quieted down: "What did your girls hear?"

Olaf smiled, "What do you want to hear? Winston Groom's protracted battle, Krauser Wiggins's stubbornness, or the little brother of the great craftsman who doesn't live up to his name?"

Sebastian's face darkened: "Be serious." You're talking about important ministers of the court. ”

"It's all the people of the Imperial Council. Olaf stuck out his tongue, dropped the last drop of wine from the wine glass onto his tongue, and smacked his lips, "The university scholar should be strong and strong, unlike the surface, when the wind blows, the Chancellor of the Exchequer spends his own money as if he has lost his life, the great craftsman is concerned about how to satisfy the woman, as for whether the nail can be driven to the city wall, it has nothing to do with him." ”

Sebastian gasped, sweating down his spine, and the disgusting faces of those who were sitting in the royal council were all over his faces. He suddenly thought of someone and asked, "What about the intelligence director?"

"You should be especially careful of Bill Newton. Olaf grabbed a piece of melon and stuffed it into his mouth, "The honey-bellied sword has won the favor of His Majesty." The biggest problem was that I couldn't find any information about him. ”

Sebastian's heart sank, he didn't like the intelligence director in the first place, recently His Majesty the Emperor was either hunting or holding a drinking party, Bill seemed to be a wine accompaniment, followed closely, and a thousand glasses were not drunk.

"My dear friend, I really didn't expect that Your Majesty would ask you to be Prime Minister. Olaf grabbed another bunch of grapes and stuffed it into his mouth, "Well, the fruit of the south is unique, this is called grapes, and it comes from the Free Trade City." ”

"I didn't expect that either. I just want to be an architect and a painter. Sebastian said solemnly, "Your Majesty wants to expand the capital, and I can design the city plan, but being prime minister is really not what I want to do." ”

"Don't mention your lame drawing. ”

"Your taste is sorry for art. ”

Olaf shrugged: "How to say it, you are rational and calm, just the opposite of His Majesty the Emperor." Do you feel that Your Majesty is becoming more and more like a wild horse?"

Sebastian subconsciously looked around and lowered his voice: "That's what I'm worried about. He will either put the affairs of the state aside, or let his mind dictate. ”

Olaf nodded: "I see it." Kachelon Young is right when he says that celebrations should not kill criminals, it is unlucky, but His Majesty wants to do it. If you want me to say, it is better for him to drink and hunt, and leave the affairs of the state to you. ”

"No!" said Sebastian eagerly, "I don't think you've heard anything wrong." ”

Olaf sighed and shook his head: "Friend, do you know how worried I am about you? You are honest and kind, and you spend 40 years in front of architectural drawings and poor sketchboards waiting for you to ravage. But this is Fort Thunder, not the endless wheat fields of Orlando Province. I heard how the former prime minister died?"

"Sick and dead. Old and frail, unable to stand the cold. Sebastian narrowed his eyes, "You goddamn playboy, far away in Sunset Province, what did you hear?"

Olaf shrugged: "I'm not the intelligence chief, Bao inquire." The former prime minister was the teacher of Prince Blandette Rudolph, and like you, he was upright. It's a shame. Either run away or live, friend, the prime minister's seat is not easy to sit. ”

Sebastian shook his head and sighed deeply: "Impossible, Olaf, His Majesty personally invited me. The celebration of the empire is coming, and even if I want to resign, I shouldn't leave now. "Your Majesty has said in the Imperial Garden that he trusts me.

"Well, be careful. When Olaf said this, Sebastian remembered that the scholar had said the same thing, that the empire would not return for a hundred years. Be careful.

There was a knock at the door, and the two girls changed their clothes and changed to tulle, and their carcasses loomed, and they walked in laughing, and Anne looked at Sebastian provocatively: "Painter, what are you going to paint tonight?"

Sebastian blushed again.

"Oh no, our painters, just a third-rate level. Olaf pulled out two Reichsmark 100 and placed them on the girl's chest, "And he's drunk, don't embarrass him, girls." ”

He winked at Sebastian and motioned for Sebastian to slip away, "I'm the real painter, you two stay tonight, I'm going to sprinkle paint all over you." ”

Sebastian threw his glass heavily: "your duck throat, the last poet, I will not accompany you!" After saying that, he pretended to be angry and snatched the door. But he was a little angry, Olaf, I remember how many times you talked about third-rate painters in one night!