If we look at the characteristics of these three historical stages that have been passed down from generation to generation, as contemporary historians say, "A century ago, almost everyone was sorrowful about the Middle Ages. Watermark Advertising TestingThe period from 500 to 1500 AD is seen as a long and aimless cycle in the journey of human progress—a millennium of poverty, superstition, and bleakness, separating the golden age of the Roman Empire from the new golden age of the Italian Renaissance. Thus, the Middle Ages were synonymous with the "Dark Ages". However, if we look at the succession of these three historical phases from a perpetual perspective, "historians now recognize that medieval Europe was a great creative", because "years of research have shown that medieval society is still changing", that is, "around 1500 AD, at the end of the medieval era, the technological, political and economic structure of Europe had a decisive advantage over all other civilizations in the world". However, when this advantage manifests itself in the form of colonial expansion, it is often associated with the Middle Ages as evil.

In this way, the dark appearance of the Middle Ages completely obscured the cultural achievements of the Middle Ages, prompted people outside Europe to identify with the Middle Ages with resentment of evil, and to generalize the concept of the Middle Ages as the name of the epoch for a particular period of human and national culture in the development of history, thus making the Middle Ages a critical cultural concept: "Today, in the minds of the average man," The term 'medieval' is so foul that it has become synonymous with reaction or stagnation. Therefore, if a modern reformer wants to accuse the ideas of his conservative opponents, it is enough for him to label the ideas of his opponents as 'medieval'. "Yet. It is undeniable that although the Middle Ages was not a dark historical era, it was distinguished from the ancient and modern due to the uniqueness of the main epochal characteristics of the development of medieval culture in Europe. This is the nationalization and nationalization of Christianity. Not only did Christian theology monopolize thought and become the official philosophy, but it also made the Christian church meddle in politics and have the power to rule. Under the direct influence of Christianity from ideology to politics, while ensuring and promoting the development of European culture, it also hindered and hindered the development of European culture, so the contrast between the positive and negative aspects of this influence is very strong. Compared with the assessment of cultural development, which requires a holistic and comprehensive examination, the individual observer is often limited by a small corner, and is therefore more likely to notice the negative aspects of this influence.

This is where our story begins.

Gothic architecture in this era has not yet fully appeared, and it is rare to see pointed shapes on the top of houses, and the reproduction of a culture usually takes thousands of years, and Glock and Rococo tart architecture can still be seen everywhere. The fame of a century of inheritance is far beyond our imagination, although it is not as enlightened and prosperous as it was popularized in later generations, but it is still full of ancient prosperity.

Rome after experiencing the Byzantine dynasty. It has turned to another era, as the rule of kings turns to the senate, slowly and imperceptibly changing, and the prevalence of religion begins to multiply, perhaps under the rule of Nero, the last descendant of Julius Caesar, Rome will turn to another prosperous life, but history will not appear if, can have if there will be no Qin II, if there is no axe shadow candle, history has given too many excuses, but also given too many illusions, given too many associations, and given too many successes and defeats.

History is the autobiography of the victor screenwriter, which is more and more profound after growing up and slowly understanding the cruelty of reality, and everything is difficult to conclude unless you see it with your own eyes.

In this era, the Germanic people are still thriving, the myth of the Celts has not yet appeared, the descendant of Pandoragon who drew the sword in the stone has not yet covered the territory of the British Isles with her prestige, and the so-called English mythology is still among the porridge treasures, but it is not because of these that the wheel of history will stop in order to create a certain hero, and slack off in order to create a certain myth, and history will follow the trajectory of time, constantly turning and turning, narrating ordinary stories that are not in the history books and praises.

Now Great Britain is in dire straits, with the dispersion of the power of the Roman Empire, many nations began to invade and fight, the invincible Roman Empire, like a candle in the wind, in addition to the reserve and pride, the rest is only the appearance of vanity and pomp.

The sequelae of too vast territory have begun to occur frequently, and perhaps no one will remember why Nero the Great, who had reached the peak of force and had the strongest army, was deterred when he had a strong army and absolute strength, and refused to invade to gain territory, but hoped to promote the progress of mankind with peace, and the position she occupied was not too low to be accepted, but too high and too far to be understood by the world, and talents were often lonely performers, Perhaps there was once the companion of the harmony of the piano and flute by the side of the tyrant, but the loser was not qualified to write history, and the knight of the king also dissipated with Nero's wind, and was forgotten and forgotten.

The Saxons are one of the best in the strength of the invasion, not inferior to the Roman Empire's military strength, an endless stream of heroes, perhaps in their history, they are also not executioners, but national heroes, the two armies are at war, the most bitter will always be only those who live at the bottom of the precarious poor, and in the war, the so-called overnight rich, is nothing more than burning and plundering.

Any invasion is only because of the difference in strength between the two sides, the plundering of resources, and the demand of the slave market has created the main factor of war, strong male slaves, charming female slaves, the market is always in short supply, war merchants are always the biggest profiteers in it, nobles and wealthy families, it is also the most direct factor of these guiding sources, the so-called class, is the resonance at this moment, but anyone who wants to eradicate this class, all become the victims of history, or the tower caster of the times.

The so-called prosperity is only within the scope of the naked eye, and it is rare to see dark behind-the-scenes transactions, but when such transactions are widely circulated, it naturally has a certain degree of legitimacy. Rare and strange, slave owners usually receive a lot of goods after a war or a plunder, and these are fundamental. The most valuable deal. It is undoubtedly the slave trade, those wealthy families. The children of the nobility naturally enjoyed this, and the training of some slaves with excellent character and skill was often a compulsory course for them. In order to be able to get a better price and reputation in trading, they are also happy to engage in any unsightly scene.

Unlike the sensual dogs and horses outside, slave owners usually had large basements and warehouses, and the women who were imprisoned here were all breeds that could be sold for a price, and these people were naturally more tightly controlled. However, they were nurtured not by a lavish palace or a palatial soft bed, but by a dark, damp basement full of rats, and the terrace dripping with rainwater. Grass mustard also crawled all over the walls, and there were even occasional mischickos passing by in the cracks of the stones, but these delicate-looking women, often the moment they found them, would show greedy eyes, stretch out their slender and bewitching fingers, easily peel off the fur, and lick the blood on the side of their mouths.

Life has created the most primitive instinct of human beings, and slave owners don't care much about it, not that they don't want to give slaves a better environment, but that the nobles have a natural sense of superiority, and often prefer the kind of pitiful slaves, although they will often play some abusive tricks, but these will undoubtedly only increase their bad taste for sex, and they will never get tired of it, and torturing a poor beauty everywhere is a pathology in their bones.

As a businessman, it is natural to understand the needs of customers, those businessmen who do not know the way in this, have already become street beggars or the next slave, the competition for survival is always full of cruelty, living in such a world, originally accompanied by more misfortunes, but thousands of years of inheritance, human beings are still multiplying to this day, I have to say, this is a miracle at the same time, but also in the bad taste of the world's inferior roots.

Merchants who understand these will never think of changing the living environment of slaves, although occasionally there will be women with excellent looks and accustomed to buying and selling and exchanging to ascend to heaven, but this is like the rarity and legend of today's society ** silk to find a rich and handsome or white rich and beautiful.

A little girl of about twelve or thirteen years old, one of the slaves, although the white dress was a little muddy, but it was not difficult for her to see from her disgusted eyes that she was trying to avoid these, to make her skirt as clean and tidy as possible, although there were unnatural pleats on it, she still worked tirelessly with her tender hands to smooth it.

Underneath the skirt was a pair of heavenly feet, slaves were not qualified to wear shoes, in this era, the price of shoes far exceeded the clothes that wrapped the body, the white and tender soles could only be curled up under the natural pleated skirt, slightly shrunk, although behind her was a stone wall full of grass mustard, but she still tried to straighten her waist, so that her body did not touch the dirty wall, although her chest was still the pair of suckling pigeons that had not developed too obviously, but her straight posture was still full of a kind of immature temptation.

Whenever a slave owner walks into this basement, she behaves differently from most women, and does not show that kind of stubborn eyes that would rather die than give in, or pretend to be ice clear and jade eyes dodge, like a goddess afraid of violation, although her body has just begun to develop, but she still straightens her thin body, making her smile sweeter, hoping that a slave owner can see her figure, so as to take her away from this dark and damp basement with rats, but the sky does not obey people's wishes, Or maybe her position is too far away, so that people can't see her appearance clearly, making it difficult to show the original stunning green silk, or her body is still too immature to make people have that kind of beastly hunger**, in short, she is still locked up in this black basement.

Ever thought about running away? What are you kidding, in this era, slaves are like a label that has been slapped on their bodies, lingering like a brand, and an adult woman can't escape the fate of being bought and sold, what can she, a little girl of twelve or thirteen, rely on to survive in this world?

She never thought of escaping, at least in this dark and damp basement, there was only one piece of dry and hard, moldy bread a day, but for her, this was undoubtedly a gift from heaven, it was the happiest time of her day, so that her empty belly could be filled, if there was another glass of inferior milk, then she would rather enjoy old age in this dark cage, and she was not surprised by such thoughts, since she was very young, the slaves around her have always survived like this, The older female slaves will tell her how to please her master and make her life better, and if she is mischievous and seduced, leaving a little mark on her body, and then being madly abused, she must show a pitiful expression everywhere, be favored by her master, and then enjoy a warm bathroom and a hearty dinner, and these are too suitable for the body.

Since then, every time she sees the smug smiles on their faces, she is envious, she also wants to know the deliciousness of red wine, why the steak is more delicious when grilled to seven ripe, compared to these, the collar with the master's name on her neck is a rare honor, proving that she once again was brilliant and brilliant, although they have once again become sold slaves, but in the precarious days, to be able to leave such a beautiful and fascinating memory, it is already the greatest gift and honor of God, from that time, she secretly made up her mind that she must become the most favored slave of her master, and eat the delicacies they say.

But, unexpectedly, in my heart, I also had fantasies, fantasizing that I would have a prince-like master, even if I put a collar on myself, but I would pamper myself very much, even if I whipped myself, I would hold myself tightly in my arms when I was lonely at night, if God gave her such a master, then she would be willing to do anything.

It was a starry night, she thought about this, secretly in a slave circle, secretly made a yearning wish, she never felt how high she was, too high a request, God would not be satisfied, her wish was just so simple, she was eight years old that year, she could trade, after all, there were still some noble lords who liked pedophilia, she didn't expect her master to be how young, handsome, handsome, only hope... He gave himself some small expectations and satisfactions, a little bit is good, she still has her own advantages, purity.

However, the slave women who heard her wish all laughed at themselves, this whimsical wish, it was simply a fool's dream, and later, she realized that the first destined master, whipping herself, playing with herself, the man who was almost sixty years old, climbed up his body, so painful, the feeling from the lower body, he wanted to please him, but it was difficult to do, he pressed his body, wantonly ravaged, and flattered, all he wanted was a dry and hard bread.

In his mind, he was still fantasizing, but he knew that it was no longer there, until the invasion of another army, and he was once again reduced to a slave, he did not hesitate to push himself out and made an exchange, oh, women, playthings, can be exchanged, so, with everything that is advantageous, in exchange for a little comfort.

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I haven't slept for two days, and I'm so tired from work.