"Miss Elena of Stendhal's house seems to be!"

Carl thought for a moment, as if the signature of the letter was indeed Elena.

"Elena of Stendhal? Oh, I remember. ”

Franco quickly turned out his impressions of this young lady from memory: "It was a very lovely girl, with beautiful eyes, and a voice as nice as a nightingale, but unfortunately, her breasts were a little too flat, and she was not as full as Miss Betty of the Rafa family......!

"You guy, what a ......"

Franco's naked ostentatiousness made the little fat Georgie decide not to talk to a winner like him, but instead to talk to Carl, who seemed to be in the same class: "Leave Franco alone, a guy with a prominent surname, who goes to the convent to get a promising job, and plays with the pure feelings of those beautiful ladies with his talent—what a depraved bastard who makes people envious and jealous." ”

"Haha!"

Franco laughed and said, "A job with a great future?" haha, my dad just wants to throw me to the madrasa to be an ascetic?"

"Think about it, there are no beautiful women, no fine wine, no flowers, every day you can only sleep on hard stone beds, wear the coarsest linen clothes, drink only water with water, eat only unleavened bread, 24 hours a day, either praying or chanting...... With this kind of life, you might as well kill me!"

Franco shook his head and vomited bitterness, as if life at the madrasa was really hell.

"Come on, who doesn't know, the current monastery is not a thousand years ago, and the monastery of the scriptures, where ascetics and scholars gathered, has long since become a gilded holy place. ”

"There is a great man who recommends that if you donate a large sum of money to the madrasas, you can go in and study for a period of time, change the black robe for the white robe, and then come out and operate, you can become a deacon to a certain bishop, or a parish priest of a church, with a great future and a bright future......"

Georgie apparently dismisses Franco's complaints, and mercilessly exposes Franco's old roots.

"You don't understand!"

Franco laughed, and then, in a hymnal aria, said in a high-pitched voice: "I would rather die in poverty than be shackled by thought and gain false power in a hypocritical life!"

Qiao Ji pursed his lips, spread his hands slightly, and said to Carl: "Look, this is what the eldest brother of the big family thinks, willful makes people jealous!"

Carl smiled and didn't speak, in this world, the rich and handsome with good backgrounds and hard work are still a minority. Although Franco has a good background and a good father to arrange a good future for him, he is not willing to work hard and is only willing to enjoy life easily and happily, which is also his choice, which is beyond reproach.

In fact, when Carl himself was young, he was also such a character, always feeling that his parents were too nagging, too stubborn, and too short-sighted, and always wanted to impose their ideas on himself and let himself repeat their miserable life. I always feel that I am the protagonist of the world, how can I live a boring life according to the rules, I must live according to my own ideas, live my own life, and live a wonderful life.

However, only when you have experienced a lot, have been educated by the world to be a human being, and understand that you are not the protagonist of the world, and that the ideal of freedom is no match for the cold reality, will you understand that although your parents' ideas are conservative, they are the summary of their life experience, and have avoided many misguided paths.

"By the way, I haven't introduced myself yet!"

Georgie suddenly remembered that he didn't know Karl yet, and suddenly patted his head and introduced himself: "My name is Georgie, Georgie Machivelli, a nobody from Rensa. ”

"Hello, I'm Carl, Carl Rolland, from the Greater Turin district!" Carl also reported his name.

"Roland, Roland of the Granite Family?" cried out the little fat man Georgie in surprise.

Carl is used to every time he declares his name, someone sighs like this.

"The Roland family, this is an ancient and illustrious family!"

The tone of the little fat man Georgie couldn't help but become enthusiastic: "Among the twelve paladins of His Majesty Charlemagne the Glory Emperor, the first one is His Excellency Saint-Lauland!" His Excellency Saint-Lauland, the 'perfect knight', is the only great knight who can compete with His Majesty the Knight King in terms of moral character and chivalry, and is still the idol of countless knights!"

The descendants of His Excellency "Saint Laurent" have had some powerful knights throughout the ages, and even the legendary strongest man in the continent, His Excellency Mars, the contemporary sword saint, is said to have the blood of the Roland family......"

Little Fat Jorgie is very knowledgeable and knows the history and honor of the Roland family, and seems to be more familiar with Carl than he is.

"Haha, you're Roland?"

Franco on the side also laughed, couldn't help but look Carl up and down, and then shook his head and said, "No, no, you don't look like a real Roland at all?"

Karl smiled and asked, "The real Roland?"

"Stubborn, serious, old-fashioned, one-eyed, meticulous, the face is as stiff as a granite sculpture, the movements are as mechanical and stiff as the steel golem, there are only four things a day: eating, training, fighting, and sleeping, and the work and rest are as precise as clocks......"

"Then I'm not a Roland!"

"Haha, I must admit that all this is my imagination after hearsay, and I have never seen a real Roland before!"

"I haven't seen a living Machiavelli and Franco before!"

"Haha......"

After a few small talks, both parties found each other to be a very interesting person, and the atmosphere immediately became harmonious and they became familiar with each other.

"I am Francis Franco, a man who loves wine and beauty, and a free poet who loves life!"

Franco also introduced himself unrestrainedly. This young man full of poetic temperament, born in the famous "Thundering" family, his father is a powerful golden knight, but as the second son of the family, he is quite unsuccessful, neither has the blood of an awakened knight, nor has any interest in cultivation, his father tried to send him to the monastery of the church to be an ascetic several times, but he found various opportunities to escape.

I have to say that although he was also born in a prominent family, the treatment of an illegitimate son like Carl and the second son of a big man like Franco is completely different.

The illegitimate child is dishonored, unrecognized, and has no inheritance, and once his parents who sheltered him die, he is immediately stripped of all inheritance, driven out of the house to fend for himself, and even allowed to retain the great and glorious surname of Roland, which is already a rare gift of kindness and grace from this illustrious family.

And the second son of a golden knight like Franco, although he does not have the inheritance of family titles and territories, his father, who is a big man, can still arrange a smooth path for him to rise, join the church, and become a glorious priest, in terms of status, is not inferior to the nobles.