Little Fat Jorgie does not have the illustrious surnames of Carl and Franco, he comes from a small merchant family, and the surname Machivelli does not give him a prestige bonus.

However, he is a very optimistic and enthusiastic person, and has a good relationship with many people, and when chatting with Carl, he also greets people from time to time, and is busy like a violin player.

"Hey, Pete, I haven't seen you in a long time, what are you doing? It can't be that you are cheating with some noble lady and found out by her husband, right?"

"Hey, Robert, when will your new story be finished? I'm waiting for it to be released at the Dawn Theatre!"

While the little fat man Georgie was busy dealing with acquaintances, he didn't forget to introduce Carl: "This is Pete, a bastard who is only used to hooking up with beautiful noblewomen. This is Robert, the most promising playwright in the City of Silver Tide, the ...... of tomorrow of the future"

Most of the scribes of the monastery were young men like Karl, Georgie, and Franco, some of them wore high-necked robes, which were well-dressed and neat, some were merely dressed in a white shirt with obvious patches, which were slightly shabby, and some wore the black robes of probationary priests and monks, and looked serious and dignified, and unusual.

These different groups of people are vaguely divided into several different small circles, and after receiving food, they naturally gather together to form small groups.

From a short period of contact, Carl found that there was no obvious difference in status and hierarchy in the small circle of Georgie and Franco, and more of them were a group of young people who were good at literature, poetry, rhetoric, grammar, debate, history, painting, scriptwriting, music, and other knowledge and art.

The little fat man Georgie is enthusiastic and talkative, very sensitive to numbers, likes to look at some historical issues from an economic point of view, and is also very familiar with some political tactics, quite like the keyboard Politburo netizen of the Karl Forum in his previous life.

Franco, on the other hand, is relatively simple, in addition to his interest in beautiful women, he also likes poetry and painting. The reason why he likes poetry and painting is that poetry is convenient for him to hook up with girls, and painting allows him to depict beautiful girls to his heart's content and leave good memories.

However, although Franco is a lazy and lazy son, after all, he is still from a knight family, and his personal combat power is still far above the current Carl and Georgie.

For example, now, when competing for food, he easily uses the knight's training skills, rambling, side-attacking, squeezing, and shoulder-picking, and easily squeezes through the surrounding crowd, leading Carl and Georgie to grab the food smoothly.

The food was simple, a long strip of black bread that was swarthy, hard, hard enough to make a weapon, and a large bowl of rich, very thinly cooked unknown soup.

The loaf of bread was thick and round, like a log, and it looked like it was baked with wheat flour mixed with bran, and it was heavy in his hand, and Karl tried to gnaw it, but found that it could not be gnawed at all, and it was as hard as an air-dried dead dough cake, and it was a level of stone, and if you bite hard, you will not have any other result than to break half of your teeth.

"Haha, this thing is not for direct gnawing, it is for soaking in soup and eating!"

The little fat man Qiaoji laughed, and then skillfully took out a small saw, sawing the log-like black bread into slices of bread like sawing wood.

"It tastes good!"

Georgie dipped his hand in the sawn bread crumbs, tasted the taste, nodded and said, "The bread of the monastery is still very conscientious, only mixed with some bran and wheat bran, unlike some black-hearted bakers outside, who directly mix sawdust and lime into the black bread, which is too pitiful." ”

"The soup tastes good, too!"

Franco took a sip of the soup and said lazily: "Although it is a smorgasbord of leftovers from yesterday, and the water is added to the haggis, beef offal, etc., but the unexpected taste is not bad! Haha, we should thank the girls of the monastery, it is because the beautiful and noble girls resolutely do not eat those filthy offal, that we have our mouths!"

Carl also tasted it, and was surprised to find that it did taste good, much like what he ate when he was a child living in the countryside, mixed with leftovers from the banquet into a smorgasbord, as well as lamb liver, beef liver, lamb tripe, tripe, sheep heart, beef heart and other chowder, although it doesn't look very good, but both taste and nutritional value are pretty good.

"Thank you to the Lord of Light for teaching us to be frugal, so that the cattle and sheep cannot be thrown away, so that we can have the opportunity to taste the food of these inferior people!"

Georgie threw the sawn slices of bread into the soup and handed the saw to Karl with a smile: "Come, use this! You can't handle such a large piece of black bread empty-handed—unless you have the teeth and stomach of a knight's steel." ”

"Don't cut bread on your desk, spilled crumbs will attract rats, although the monastery is guarded by a magic circle, and there are no rats, but if you do this at home, your house will soon become a paradise for rats!"

"The amount of brown bread given by the monastery is so large that you don't have to saw it all down, and you can take it home if you can't finish it—don't worry, many people do it, and it's a good government of the monastery, and it helps some poor young people in need......"

While Carl was under Georgie's enthusiastic guidance to deal with the black bread that could be used as a weapon, the crowd gathered in front of the dining car had gradually dispersed, and the large wooden barrel that had been filled with a cart of food had all bottomed out. Seeing that all the scribes had received their food, the grandmothers began to pack up the food trucks and prepare to leave.

"Wait, wait for me!

Just as all the scribes had received their food, and the grandmothers had begun to pack up their food trucks and prepare to leave, a young man suddenly rushed over in a hurry, shouting.

The young man looked in a hurry, his hair was messy and unwashed, his shirt was buttoned wrongly, and his shoes didn't seem to be a pair.

"Haha, Levi is going to oversleep again!"

Looking at Levi who came over in a hurry, Franco couldn't help but whistle, his eyes fell on Levi's neck, and through the open neckline, Levi's neck could be seen messily imprinted with a bunch of deep kiss marks. Don't think about it, just look at the crumpled shirt on Levi's body to know what a fierce "battle" he experienced last night.

"Haha, Levi, how many women did you get up on today?"

"Sorry, I don't remember! Haha, the girls in the Silver Tide City are so enthusiastic, and they really deserve to be known for their enthusiasm and unrestrained 'Hot City'!

Levi, who hurried over all the way, did not forget to respond to Franco's ridicule, and showed off his achievements with his eyebrows: "The girls in the Mermaid Tavern are really delicious, much cooler than those noble ladies who only know how to enjoy." However, it's just too enthusiastic, seventeen times a night, I can't stand it!"

"You guy, such a naked show off of your achievements, I really want to burn you to death!"

Levi, who was showing off his achievements, obviously caused critical damage to the little fat man Qiaoji, and he couldn't help but say with some jealousy: "You guy is in such poor health, and he is still so tormented, beware of dying of the wind one day!"

"Haha, Georgie, I can hear it, you are jealous!"

Levi gasped and laughed, "However, I forgive you graciously, the winner always has to be lenient with the loser, isn't it?"

"I'm just worried that if you die suddenly, there will be no one to discuss the history of the Magic Empire of Ancient Lotta with me!"

The little fat man Georgie pouted and said disdainfully, and introduced to Carl: "This guy's name is Levi, although he is in poor health, but he is a scholar who is proficient in the history of the Magic Empire of Gulosta, and he wants to write a book about the republican system of the Magic Empire of Gulosta, so every time he takes the opportunity to go to the Abbey of St. Sulamel to copy books to collect information!"

"Of course, I believe that the purpose of his visit to the convent to copy books, like Franco, was mostly for the beautiful ladies of the convent. ”

Carl couldn't help but laugh, and from the little fat guy Georgie, he smelled a familiar smell, which was the sour smell of jealousy after a single dog met a winner in life.

"You're slandering!"

Franco and Levi protested together.

"I just think that the stern and old-fashioned life of the monastery has suppressed the free nature of the girls, and think of the poor girls, who have been abandoned by their families, and left their soft beds covered with velvet, and deprived of the delicate and considerate care of their servants, and sent to a gloomy and dark castle, and with the moldy plank beds, every day before dawn they are woken up by old grandmothers who are as terrible as the black witches, and bathed in cold water under the urging of a leather whip...... Ah, the thought of these poor girls, who may be being punished by the grandmothers, makes me unable to restrain my sense of justice, and I will go and rescue them, even if there is a bottomless abyss ahead, even if there is a terrible dragon in front of me......"

Franco, with a romantic temperament peculiar to a poet and playwright, expresses his desire to save the girls of the convent.

And Levi erased the kiss marks on his neck and said seriously: "The girl is precious, and the price of love is higher." Although the girls of the Abbey of Saint-Suramel have lips that are more ruddy than roses, skin whiter than milk, and eyes that shine brighter than the stars, I still choose my most beloved cause in the face of the truth of history. ”

"I believe that your copy of the Chronicles of the Magic Empire of Ancient Lotta will be lost by eunuchs!"

The little fat man Qiao Ji pursed his lips, not believing Levi's words at all, and said: "It's not that I doubt your basic quality as a historian, but I suspect that you died on the belly of a girl before you finished writing this book." ”