This technique was also taught in monasteries, after all, the clergy would come out from astronomical or secular changes to make prophecies and the like.

"Wealth, Health, Friends......"

Bran said several short words to Vesta for the lines on his hand.

Finally, stop at one line – love.

This is the thread of marriage, which Bran utters first in High Earth French and then in German.

"Love?"

"God has revealed to me that I have seen clearly what your future husband will look like."

"Yes...... What does it look like?"

Bran spoke slowly, and after understanding, Vesta asked nervously, and she believed it.

Bran motioned for Vesta to look at the fountain, and although the picture was dark, he could see the reflection of Bran and Vesta on the water.

"The man in the lake."

Vesta suddenly froze!

After Bran said this, he hugged Vesta from the back, broke free a few times, and Vesta, who had little strength, obeyed, but this was the bottom line.

If Bran was rude, she would ...... Then he shouted out in a whisper.

In the garden, the fragrance was fragrant, and Bran was suddenly a little tired.

During his time in the Order, he had not slept well, and when he came out, he received his grandfather, prepared to check the progress of the printing press, and commanded Simon's commercial stronghold in Rome.

Bran abruptly let go of Vesta, and after a few steps, his steps were unsteady.

He was well aware of this "onset" precursor, and quickly took out the "wood frankincense" silk bag placed on his waist, opened it and chewed the fruit inside.

Bran couldn't walk, so he took off his cloak and lay down on the lawn.

The gaffe made Vesta hesitate for a moment before she slowly leaned over, and she used her eyes to chase away the servants who had been paying attention to the situation in the distance, and walked away.

Then sat down next to Bran, who was dizzy, held Vesta, gave one last smile, and fell asleep after a few breaths.

The next day, when Bran came to his senses, he was so weak that he had a fever, in addition to a chronic illness.

Glossy's face quickly turned pale, much to Vesta's concern, and she came to see Bran several times.

Bran was ill and unable to see the Pope, so he stayed in bed for two days before he gradually regained his strength.

After meeting the Pope, Vesta asked the coachman to return as quickly as possible, leaving his aunt and uncle in the Papal Palace.

That night, Vesta appeared, and the maid was carrying a bowl of porridge with precious herbs.

The smell and heat filled the room, the maid carried it, and Vesta picked up a spoon and fed it to Bran.

One is willing to feed, and the other is to be fed.

"What is this?"

"A sweet porridge loved by the Swabian aristocracy, with honey, figs, lemon...... When I was unwell when I was a child, my mother cooked this porridge for me, and later replaced it with my aunt and grandmother. ”

This bowl of porridge was not appetizing, but the master's heart, Bran felt, and only a little was left.

The next day, Vesta also took care of Bran, and laughter came from the room from time to time, but Bran smirked until Vista returned from the palace.

From Agon's mouth, Vesta knew that Bran had been poisoned by the people of the manor when she was young, and although she was rescued by the light stone, she still had a seizure, which made her feel protective and distressed.

After lying down for three days, Bran was able to get out of bed with a fever, and because Vista had two days to go back, Bran asked Hilde to "prepare" a gift.

Early in the morning, Bran took Vesta to disguise herself as a civilian in Rome, took her around the city, and after repeatedly assuring her uncle about her safety, she finally got permission, but five of them followed secretly from behind the disguise, and Bran had three followers.

"Civilians have the appearance of civilians, and I will only prepare a large duka, which is smaller than the denomination of the silver ruble, for our expenses today."

When Vesta didn't understand, Bran wrote it in French on the paper he carried with him.

After the price conversion, Bran's words made Vesta incredulous, a pure copper large Duka coin could not even afford a pot of good wine.

The sky is slightly bright, but the city is full of life.

Bran was dressed as a poor young wool merchant, with patches all over his rough linen tunics, a small yarella, and a deflated monstrous money bag.

Vesta wore a similar costume, without any powder, and the freckles on his face were more obvious, because Bran said that he preferred this innocent and unadorned look, and how could civilians rub powder.

……

After the city's chiming clock strikes, Bran takes Vesta on a day's journey.

As one of the first-tier cities of "Luojun Yeba", the city has developed commerce.

For the common people, there are many neighborhoods that sell food, and of course, the roads and environment are certainly not as clean as those of the nobles at home.

Cattle, sheep, pigs and chickens can be seen everywhere, the sun is not yet fully shining, but the streets are already full of people.

The morning is full of energy.

In addition to human voices, there will also be animal shouts.

The meat is slaughtered on the spot, and although the level of cooking is not comparable to that of the previous life, the poor people will eat every part of the animal's body, including the internal organs, and there is no waste.

In this way, various ways of cooking have been created, and as long as you have money, you can still enjoy high-class cuisine in Rome.

The neighborhood also smells of Florentine cheese food, which Bran has been using in the convent for several years.

"Freshly baked pie, pie."

"Saffron from Iberia."

"Delicious eggs, just taken out of the farmhouse, with 'warm' on them."

"Absolutely fresh."

Hawkers called, and there were many people.

At first, the two separated a little distance, but after being hit a few times and trying to avoid the dirt on the road, the two naturally clenched their fingers.

"Pie?"

"A scone with apple flesh and vegetables and a fluffy finish."

Bran stretched out his hands, pretending to have a pie in his hand, and took a bite of the empty to make a delicious look.

"It's so fragrant, how much does it cost?"

"One for each person, half a large duka."

A meal that can't be filled costs half of the money.

"The civilians of the city live so hard?"

"It's not easy for everyone except the aristocracy."

After Bran finished speaking, he asked for two from the vendor.

"No, one piece, you can eat it." Vesta said, "There aren't enough copper plates. ”

Hawkers also "go out of their way" to clean the paper, rather than letting customers pick it up with their fingers.

Bran took it, tore it in half, and shared it with Vesta.

The two of them chose a room to cover under the eaves of the block to avoid the sun, ate hot pies, and when they were thirsty, they picked up the clean water bag on their waists to quench their thirst.

Bran's mouth was white and his lips were thin, and Vesta was suddenly fascinated, and even had a shy idea of "trying", but when he came back to his senses, he immediately turned his face away.

……

"You're blocking me, bastard."

"I said I didn't want to see you on this street again."

At the same time, the two also watched a circus, in which a strong man who suspected the other party of seducing his wife was finding fault with a worker.

There is no need to guess, there is a good person next door who vigorously proclaimed the dye after seeing it, and asked the two to fight fiercely.