Three months later, Vienna, the capital of the Holy Roman Empire, was outside the Vienna Academy of Arts, which was hailed as the top art academy in the entire continent of Europa.

"It's not on the list."

Ludwig looked at the well-worded notice in his hand from a respected Viennese art teacher with a comment on his paintings.

"The painting technique is delicate, the tone of the picture is smooth, and it has its own unique composition.

"The architectural lines are good, the sense of perspective is very good, and the drawings are very detailed."

"The problem is that it's too cold, the lines are stiff, it's not like an art painting, it's more accurate than normal."

"You can use your paintings to replicate the real building one by one."

"It is recommended to apply for the architecture major at the University of Vienna, your talent may not be in art."

Ludwig frowned, but had to admit that the art instructor's assessment was not wrong.

The view of the Vienna Imperial Palace, which he sketched during the exam, is already the closest to "art" among all his works so far.

Since he was a child, he has known that he is different from ordinary people.

The speed of time in the world in his eyes is very strange.

Sometimes it accelerates, and a year goes by as if it's like a day.

Especially when he was young, the whole world was full of strange colors, the clouds in the sky were constantly accelerating, the sun rose in the east and set in the west, and a year passed in a flash.

At certain moments, time slows down, almost to a standstill.

He had a vague sense that something big was happening, and later came to a conclusion based on reading the newspaper.

This day is Christmas, a festival celebrated jointly by the Holy Roman Empire and the Eastern Roman Empire, and is one of the most important moments in the entire world.

However, the flow of time has begun to stabilize recently, and there is no longer the sense of confusion that a year equals one day in the earliest period.

Only the peculiar phenomenon of Christmas, which is almost suspended in the world, still comes every year.

Perhaps, this is how the world itself is?

Time is not a slow flow like the water in a stream, but an irregular tide that sometimes accelerates and sometimes pauses.

Maybe it's a secret of the world?

However, for Ludwig now, the most important thing is not a secret of the world, but a very embarrassing reality.

In his pocket, there is no money.

The art center of the Holy Roman Empire, Vienna, known as the art capital of the world, has a very high level of consumption, and the cost of applying for the Vienna Art Academy, the crown of this art capital, can only be described as extravagant.

The cost of paints for painting practice alone is a figure that is difficult for the average middle-class family to afford.

The money given by his parents was expected to allow Ludwig to live in Vienna for about a year.

But the fact is that after paying a year's rent and practicing several paintings in order to apply for the Vienna Academy of Arts, Ludwig only had a week's worth of food left in his pocket.

He rented a place near the Danube Park area, where poor artists and children of the declining aristocracy gathered, and he could only afford to rent it.

Because of its beautiful scenery, not only overlooking the beautiful blue Danube River, but also a park where you can sketch, it is a favorite place for these down-and-out artists who cannot afford to live in the central district. ….

Compared to the central area of the Royal Palace, where the great nobles lived, and the world-famous Twin Towers Church, it is the home of all the poor students who have just arrived in the capital of the arts.

Ludwig, who was born in a small Bavarian town, was one of them.

However, not all of the people who live here are poor.

For example, a certain black-haired young man who was going out in front of Ludwig with two beautiful blonde girls in his arms and a radiant expression on his face.

"Hahahaha, Ludwig, I said it a long time ago, you can't get in!"

"Your artistic talent or something, as bad as I am, if you go

If you are admitted to a general art college, there is still some hope."

"If I want to enroll in the Vienna Academy of Arts, my father's face won't work!"

"The teachers there, one more stubborn than the other, I'm afraid it will have to be a letter of recommendation from Her Majesty the Holy Roman Empire, or the Emperor of the Eastern Roman Empire, to get you enrolled."

"Even if they are in debt, they have to keep the brand of the Vienna Academy of Arts."

"Really, what era is it, the glory of the old aristocracy or something."

The black-haired young man muttered a few words and kissed the two beauties who were still flushed with their faces.

"Mary, Vanessa, what a good night, I'll make an appointment with you next week."

The girl on the left pinched the ears of the black-haired youth and replied angrily:

"I'm Vanessa, and Mary on the left."

The blonde girl on the other side of the ...... looked at Ludwig with some embarrassment, and at the same time looked a little curious.

"Hahaha, am I mistaken, last night you were obviously on my right, and Mary was on the left."

"But you're all my lovely canaries."

"When I ascend to the throne in the future, I will definitely treat you as my concubine."

Well, that's right, this black-haired young man is a rare child of true nobility in this Danube Park area, not some declining nobleman, but a real Grand Duke of the kingdom blood - Louis Bonaparte.

According to the custom of the old Roman era, dukes and kings were almost equal, and the grand duke of real power was also eligible to claim to be the king of the principality.

Although he was not even in the top five in terms of inheritance, Bonaparte was indeed one of the princes of the Duchy of the Netherlands among the many principalities of the Holy Roman Empire.

He always boasted that he had the hope of succeeding to the Grand Duke of the Duchi, crowning the Duchess of the Netherlands and restoring the glory of the Tulip Kingdom to the Netherlands.

This is a lie.

Why did Ludwig know, because he had more than once picked up the future Duchess Duke from the alleys where the nightingales gathered, and knew that his pockets were often empty, and even the bread for breakfast he bought.

But there are really many people who believe his words, and many daughters of down-and-out nobles will always be deceived by the expectations of the so-called future queen and fall for this guy.

Mary and Vanessa were not the first sisters to come out of the courtyard that Bonaparte and Ludwig rented together.

The hateful expression of her sister Mary also shows that she already knows what this so-called Prince Bonaparte is and how high the moisture is.

But my sister still seems to be a little confused, and she is a little flustered, obviously not the down-and-out aristocratic daughter of the courtesan type. ….

Ludwig, who had been in Vienna for three months and happened to rent another room in this courtyard, had seen double-digit aristocratic girls come out of Bonaparte's room for three months.

According to Bonaparte's own boasting, his record has already exceeded triple figures and is expected to increase in the foreseeable future.

It is clear that more than one down-and-out aristocratic family wants to get involved with the Duke of the Kingdom of the Netherlands.

Even if Bonaparte was thrown out by the family because he was too messy and sent directly to the Vienna Military Academy, without even giving him a son, he still used his status as a prince to get into the mix.

People believe in his royal bloodline, even if they know that he will borrow money and not pay it back, there are always noble ladies who support him.

It is said that Bonaparte, who was so young, seems to have had several illegitimate children.

And the noblewomen who secretly financed Bonaparte, and the daughter of a down-and-out nobleman who came to give them later, apparently had a crush on the same thing.

It originated from the ancient Roman Empire, although it was already very thin, but it did exist.

Introduce the divine blood blood into your own family, maybe after a few generations of the family, there will be a child who has been retraced by the divine blood!

That is the only recognized talent of theocratic bloodline in the world, even if it is a gambling jackpot, as long as there is a child of divine blood, the entire family will be recorded in history and written into the genealogy of the royal family of the Roman Empire.

Both the old and the new aristocrats aspire to this glory that will last for centuries.

"Come on, Ludwig, fencing with me!"

"Women are good, but I still want to be a knight!"

"It's not that I'm bragging, if my talent is not in the sunshine calendar, but in the ancient Roman era, how can I be a candidate for a champion knight."

At the sight of Ludwig, Bonaparte's eyes sparkled more than he saw the canaries he liked.

Canaries were common, but Ludwig was the greatest treasure he had ever found in the Danube region, where poor artists and the children of the down-and-out aristocracy gathered.

He could not be wrong with Bonaparte's vision, and now this young man, who had just been rejected by the Vienna Academy of Arts, would surely get ahead.

Now, he is like a jewel buried in the sand, and no one has yet discovered his preciousness.

And he, Louis Bonaparte, was the genius of the discerning pearls.

Canaries are always there, and Ludwig has only one!

He was the kind of genius who could make Bonaparte, who was born in the Duke's family, scare out his big teeth.

So, as soon as he saw Ludwig, he immediately gave up the pair of canaries he still loved.

Marie kicked Bonaparte in indignation, clutched her stomach and hurried away with her sister.

"Sister, did we succeed?"

Her younger sister Vanessa also held her stomach, a little uneasy.

"Of course, this guy didn't do anything last night, just like the legend, almost no one refused."

"The noblewoman who has a leg with this guy, the second daughter of the inferior noble, at least more than fifty."

"As long as he is funded, he doesn't care about the outflow of royal blood at all, and he is basically completely exiled and removed from his family." ….

"Reason...... It was because of great disrespect to Her Majesty Margaret I."

"It is said that because he went the wrong way, he found Her Majesty the Empress, who was secretly visiting the Netherlands at that time, in his garden, and not only spoke disrespectfully, but also tried to show his strength."

"Well, Her Majesty Margaret I isn't...... One of the strongest people in the world?"

It was the first time that my sister Vanessa had heard the reason why Bonaparte was really exiled, and the whole family would have to be sent to Siberia to grow potatoes in the Eastern Roman Empire!

"Yes, that's why he was broken by His Majesty Margaret I, and was removed from his family and thrown to Vienna."

"Don't expect any princess's dreams, this guy doesn't know how many people have promised such things."

"As long as the secret medicine we drink ensures that any of us can get pregnant, then we will make a lot of money."

"This is a real branch of the Roman royal bloodline, the Grand Duke's family that produced the blood of a god five hundred years ago!"

Speaking of this, my sister Mary's eyebrows fluttered.

Everyone knows that Louis Bonaparte is unreliable, and the so-called promises are all playboy rhetoric, but his Roman royal lineage is real!

I can't bear to let the child catch the wolf, even if Bonaparte is really a waste person, he is also a waste person with the blood of the Roman royal branch.

Moreover, he looks good, is full of energy, and has been in the top three in actual combat in the officer school, and it is not too much of a loss to sleep with him.

If he really has his child, it will be equivalent to a glimmer of hope for the future of the family.

Hopefully, this kind of thing, no matter how slim it is, even if it is only a 1 in 10 million chance, is good.

"The blood of the Roman royal family...... Princess Anastasia."

"My child...... Is there any hope that the blood of the gods will be revived, even if only a little?"

As long as you live in this world, even in the most remote villages, it is impossible not to have heard of this name.

The future successor of the Eastern Roman Empire.

A princess blessed by God.

Even Her Majesty Margrethe I of the Holy Roman Empire, specially

The real reason for the meeting between the two Roman empires in Vienna is said to be to see his little niece and touch her golden cat ears and tail.

That Roman alliance is also considered to be the beginning of the ice-breaking relationship between the two Roman empires.

In the entire human world, the name of Princess Anastasia is a legend.

"If there is ...... That's it."

Knowing that Bonaparte was a playboy, a scumbag, and even his favorite person might not even be a woman, Mary still had to spend the night with his sister Vanessa.

Things like "hope" and "fantasy" have such magic.

The blood of the Roman royal family, even if it is a branch, is really too fragrant.

"Is that Ludwig our future rival?"

The younger sister Vanessa's eyebrows gradually revealed a strong hostility, which was in stark contrast to the initial timid appearance.

This may be the change after realizing that I am going to become a "mother".

When people grow up, they don't grow up gradually, but one day, after experiencing a certain event, they suddenly mature. ….

At this moment, Mary was vaguely aware that her sister Vanessa, who was knowledgeable and willing to sacrifice for the family with her, seemed to be a little different.

"Yes, that damn Bonaparte has this hobby, and since that Ludwig came, the whole person has been dying!"

"Damn Ludwig, he didn't spend his wallet here!"

"He drove us away for this guy's sake!"

"Any fencing, it's all an excuse!"

lost her beauty to a man, which made Mary angry.

How to say that she is also recognized by everyone as a great beauty, and her sister Vanessa is a flower in the greenhouse.

You Bonaparte last night were "dear" one by one, "You are the treasures of God".

As soon as I saw this Ludwig, my eyes were different!

She could see that his degree to Ludwig was higher than that of the sisters combined, rather than a dimensional at all.

When he looked at Ludwig, he was so excited!

You said that it doesn't matter to the two people who live next door, who believes it!

"Bang!" With a bang, Bonaparte closed the door, expertly locked it, and then ran back to his room.

Open the lock from under the floor, take out a precious set of busts and wear it on yourself as fast as you can, and take your cross sword from the wall.

This continuous action is smooth, and it has obviously been done many times a long time ago.

"Ludwig, don't be disappointed!"

"It doesn't matter if the Vienna Academy of Arts is off the list or something!"

"Your talent is not in art, when I graduate from the military academy in three years, come to me immediately!"

"I will be a general, a marshal, a duke, a ......" Bonaparte, fully armed, with shining armor, held his cross sword and looked at Ludwig opposite.

Yes, he has only had one dream since he was a child, to become the strongest knight in the world!

Just like Caesar Octavius Eurius Augustus Constantine, the founder of the ancient Roman Empire, to conquer the world!

Since he was a child, he has practiced knightly combat skills for more time than all his peers, and he has also left all his peers far behind.

Perhaps, this is the role of the thin Roman royal blood in his body.

The more he cultivates, the higher the growth rate he can get, even if he tastes women when he is a teenager like his peers, and enjoys it, but he has never let go of the cultivation of knightly combat skills.

Even in the incomparably tragic World War of White Phosphorus, the knights with higher physical fitness and decisiveness were still the main commanders on the battlefield.

In times of peace, the courts of the Eastern Roman Empire often used duels to show their prowess

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Chivalry has not disappeared and will never disappear!

He, Louis Bonaparte, was a natural knight, and in the future he was bound to reach the level of a champion knight.

The usual dissolute skeleton is just a disguise, and this young man, who exudes a high fighting spirit all over his body, like a newborn little sun, is the real Louis Bonaparte, the son of the Duke of Holland.

In comparison, Ludwig across from him seemed to be unremarkable, without the spirit of a knight at all, and he just casually held a wooden sword in his hand.

But in the face of such Ludwig, Bonaparte was like a great enemy, and the whole person was almost suffocated because of nervousness.

Because, only he knows the horror of Ludwig.

He had only experienced such horror in one person in his life.

Her own elder, the Orthodox Princess of the Purple Room, known as the crown jewel of Rome, is now Her Majesty the Empress of the Holy Roman Empire, Margaret I.

On that day, His Majesty Margaret I, who mistakenly thought that his grandmother's generation could be the target of his lover, suffered the biggest fiasco of his life.

Not only did she get the wrong person to confess, but she kicked her out of her garden with just one kick, and her third leg was almost broken.

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