Chapter 40: Angels Need Propaganda Packaging (Part II)

Still in the dusty study of the Florentine City Hall, or next to the messy table, Boccaccio, the young literary master, was grappard, his expression was full of dazed and distressed, and his eyes were even redder, as if he had just cried.

In front of him, a lazy little flower cat acting as a model was lying on the windowsill with her eyes squinted and basking in the sun.

On the table in his hand, there are also a lot of photos and drawings depicting various cats, as well as cat-shaped figurines.

But Boccaccio's pen was still blank, not even a single letter had yet been written on paper.

By the time, papermaking had been introduced to Western Europe by the Portuguese a century earlier, and was quickly popularized because of its cheapness. However, expensive parchment has not been completely eliminated, and is still used in some important documents such as papal encyclicals and royal edicts. ）

“…… Mr. Boccaccio, I just asked you to try to write a short poem in praise of cats, why hasn't it been written yet? ”

Seeing his passive expression, Queen Giovanna, who came to inspect the progress, said with some dissatisfaction.

“…… I'm sorry, Your Majesty, it's not that I don't work hard, but ...... Although I have sung the praises of girls, heroes, flowers and plants, and birds in various types of poems, I have never sung about cats, which is simply beyond the limits of my imagination. ”

Boccaccio replied with a sad face - the aesthetics of Europeans in these days are not the same as those of later generations, and they look at cats like tentacle monsters, and it is naturally awkward to write a hymn. And his mind is not on this matter," ...... That, may I ask Your Majesty, my little flame, uh, no, it's Princess Mary, who has really been summoned to heaven by the Lord right now, and is it true? He stammered a little.

“…… Yes, though I have not seen it with my own eyes, I have found her grave on the outskirts of Naples, and it seems that she died at the beginning of the plague, so it is probably a great blessing in misfortune that the living can still build her a more elaborate tomb. ”

Queen Giovanna sighed and replied - although the royal family is often fierce, and there are not a few brothers and sisters who kill each other, but Maria is an illegitimate daughter after all, and has neither legal inheritance rights nor political ambitions, and has never threatened Giovanna's throne, so the relationship between Queen Giovanna and this sister is okay, at least not to the point of Cheng Dù, who hates each other.

Uh-huh? Erosive and debauched in private life? The line of lovers ♂ can fill a street, which may damage the reputation of the royal family?

Well, it's not wrong to think like that, but the question is how did the aristocratic royal families of Western Europe have any reputation for men and women?

To be honest, in this era of general moral degradation in the upper class, and in Italy, which has regarded friendship as a virtue since ancient times (the ancient Roman Republic really had such a strange atmosphere), how many aristocrats are really not debauched at all? Even the Pope is not pure at all, and illegitimate children are said to be able to make up a class, not to mention that Princess Mary is still an illegitimate daughter, and it is normal for her life to be depraved, but it seems strange to be clean.

Even Queen Giovanna herself has had three or four lovers ♂ before and after, so since everyone is just each other, then the crow should not laugh at the wild boar black, no matter how you look at it, you can't despise the fact that Maria has more lovers ♂ than herself

At this moment, there was a sudden burst of loud music outside the window, and the two people in the room hurried to the window to look out, and now those "angels" with great powers have not known how to use a giant beckoning cat statue with a gold coin hanging around their necks in the center of the most prosperous square in the city, and use something that can produce a huge sound to publicize the sacredness of cats and the origin of the plague to people. Of course, in between sermons, the holy white light of "healing" rose again and again, making the patients and their families who were instantly healed hug each other and wept with joy.

In addition, several young nuns who had been recruited from Rome were forced to wear fluffy fake cat ears and persuade citizens who had come out of their homes to pay homage to the statue of the cat god while holding small boxes to collect donations from them.

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Just as the two of them were silently looking at the cat colossus and the cat-eared nun outside the window, Wang Qiu, who had a halo hanging above his head and angel wings behind his back, also lowered his head and read a few scrolls of paper while pacing slowly. Boccaccio didn't pay much attention to it at first, but after a chance glance, he immediately recognized what the manuscript in the angel's hand was, and immediately shook his body, shook his body, and a large drop of cold sweat slowly trickled down his forehead.

“…… Lord Angel, about these immoral articles, uh, I think I can explain that......"

“…… It's okay, it's okay, it's just a few love poems plus some yellow jokes, and it's written so implicitly, you can show it to children. ”

Noticing Boccaccio's pale and trembling face, as if he was about to be sentenced to death in the next moment, Wang Qiu raised his eyebrows disappreciatively, raised the scrolls and said, "I'm sorry to look at these things found in the study without your consent. However, since you have been put in charge of drafting the promotional essay, we must also try to understand your literary skills and see how good your writing is......"

-- As we all know, in the history of mankind, the standards of many things have been constantly changing. Boccaccio's erotic poems and little yellow ♂ essays seem to the people of this era to be incorruptible and shameful, but in the eyes of Wang Qiu, a modern man who has read all kinds of anime and sensual ♂ novels, he may not even be able to talk about pornographic books - the wording of these essays and poems is too obscure and too empty, and they use a bunch of incomprehensible metaphors and allusions while expressing the beauty and seductiveness of the female body and the forbidden pleasure of cheating. Of course, the sense of rhythm and rhythm of the style is well grasped, and the sentences are long and short very regular, but people just can't understand what is being said......

If you don't think about the theme, these things are probably similar to the theme lyrics of some third-rate anime works that people don't understand.

From Wang Qiu's point of view, Boccaccio can barely be regarded as a qualified gossip master, but he is still ten streets away from excellent color ♂ writers

However, given the asceticism that the Church has been propagating for many years, Boccaccio obviously did not dare to think so, and even thought that the "angel" in front of him was talking the opposite...... Seeing this guy's frightened face, his teeth trembled, his body looked like a sifting chaff, and he couldn't even speak. Wang Qiu scratched his head in annoyance, not knowing how to explain and appease, and finally decided to speak with facts: I saw him casually take out his smartphone, call up one of his treasured "art films" - "Victoria's Secret" series of angel-themed underwear ♀ shows, and then turn the volume of the smartphone to the maximum.

Queen Giovanna and Boccaccio were stunned to see on this small screen a splendid palace of luxury, and many bikini girls with snow-white wings and extremely bright faces were proudly displaying their beautiful carcasses ♀ in this palace, teasing each other, staggering, singing, dancing, kissing and playing, and doing everything ♀ they could...... Such a centuries-old enjoyment of sound and color suddenly made Boccaccio's face red for a while, and he couldn't help but shout:

“…… Oh God, do you angels enjoy such a wonderful life every day in the kingdom of the Lord? He said with envy.

“…… Hey, how is that possible? Where can a poor person like me afford such a top-notch luxury? Wang Qiu sighed helplessly, and replied quite "humbly", "...... If you want to step into that kind of drunken and glittering top club, and hug this kind of world-class supermodel, you must at least have a net worth of hundreds of millions of dollars, well, it is probably equivalent to more than one million florin gold coins on your side."

This amount of money, which was beyond the limits of the imagination of medieval Europeans, immediately frightened Boccaccio, who was still a little lustful.

“…… What the? More than a million florins? God, you're not mistaken, even the king may not have such a lot of property, I have seen the accounts of the Florentine Mint before, even if you add up all the Florentine gold coins in circulation in the whole world, I am afraid that there may not be a million."

Boccaccio muttered, but his eyes were still fixed on the screen of his smartphone, reluctant to look away, "...... However, to be able to take a look at such a scene is probably a blessing for Sansheng...... Belch? The scene seems to have changed? Oh my God...... It's ......"

For some reason, his eyes suddenly became brighter, and the breathing in his nostrils gradually became heavier.

Seeing this, Wang Qiu couldn't help blinking his eyes in confusion, and also turned his head to look at the screen of his smartphone, now the video text of the angel-themed underwear ♀ show of "Victoria's Secret" has been played, and he has entered the next video article, "pLayh" ("Playboy") The cat-eared girl thematic photo movie, the interesting ♀ scene is definitely more animal blood boiling than the previous film: a group of people with almost completely naked bodies, delicate and fair skin, and graceful bodies, wearing only cat ear cards, The sturdy cat-eared lady with bell collars, toy cat's claws, and plugged ♀ cat tails is meowing infinitely coquettishly, sticking out her pink little tongue, and selling cute meat around a musc young man with eight-pack abs, blowing, licking, and sucking......

Looking at such an undisguised of lust, even though Queen Giovanna and Mr. Boccaccio present were both bed-old and not chicks, they couldn't help blushing and heartbeating. And Boccaccio, the great writer who was still running out of ideas, suddenly opened his mind, and now he seems to have inspiration......

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A day later, in the city of Florence, the Cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore, the temporary camp of the "angels" of the travelers in the city

“…… Oh my God, look at what this stuff is? I asked him to write hymns and essays about cats, but what did he come up with? A bunch of yellow jokes and erotic poems describing how to overthrow the cat-eared girl? Should the priests be allowed to take these things to the brothel and preach? ”

Bathed in the colorful sunlight that shines into the room through the stained glass mosaics, looking at the pile of paper scrolls in front of him, Doraemon couldn't help but have a blue muscle on his forehead, and complained to Wang Qiu, who sent the manuscript, "...... What the hell is going on with this Mr. Boccaccio? ”

“…… Hey, in fact, this is not bad, Doraemon, after all, people have been professionally engaged in erotic ♀ literature for decades, and you let him transform into writing popular science expository essays, isn't it equivalent to being embarrassed for others? Moreover, if you use these things for publicity, you can at least sell more cat ear cards, toy cat paws, bell collars and cat tails, which is equivalent to erecting a positive social image of cats in a sense......"

Ma Tong smiled and came over to play the round, "...... In my opinion, in general, those who like to play with cat-eared girls ooxx, if not particularly love cats, at least don't hate cats very much," she said as usual.

“…… This may not be the case, Miss Ma Tong, many office workers like those custom shop girls who wear revealing leather clothes and dress up as little devils, but do they like real devils? Doraemon complained very sharply, but then rubbed his head with a headache and sighed, "...... Well, since it's already like this, even if it's waste utilization, it's better to make do with these little ♀ yellow texts and print them out as leaflets, anyway, it shouldn't be a particularly important thing. Now there's an even bigger problem, and we need to sum up how to deal with it......"

“…… A bigger problem? Could it be that there has been no money to raise in Florence lately? Wang Qiu frowned and asked.

“…… No, Florence was a famous financial center anyway, and Renaissance Wall Street was full of tycoons - by the standards of the age, of course. Although most of their wealth is in the accounts, and real gold and silver are scarce as elsewhere, at least two billion yen worth of property should still be able to be scraped together...... Just now, the Medici bank sent a representative to send 10,000 florins to the city, and the church in Florence was able to come up with at least 50,000 florins in kind and in cash......"

Doraemon explained, and then changed his words, "...... The real problem is that in the places where we have already raised money - the old man of the Pope has just come to complain to us that because we have looted all the churches and monasteries, and have looted the small coffers of many people, some members of the Church in Rome and Avignon are now very resentful, and although they dare not confront us angels openly, they are always passive and slack, refusing to preach the sanctity of cats, and even spreading bad words about us everywhere among the people......"

“…… Oh my God, these bastards don't know what to do," Wang Qiu's eyes widened when he heard this, "...... If it weren't for us, the vast majority of them would probably have lost their lives, so where would they have any money? Besides, we haven't touched their most valuable property."

“…… There is no way to do it at this time and that time, when they are sick and dying, they naturally want to exchange all their family property for their own health, but after they recover and recover, they begin to feel distressed again, regret it, and even reprimand us for why don't we treat the disease for free and save people."

Doraemon sighed helplessly again, "...... No matter what the era, human desires ♀ are always rising, and there is no end to ......"

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