The next day, an ordinary weekend in Vienna, people started their busy day.

Fresh fish from the river, tea from the Far East, steaming bread, and poor art students who are reluctant to eat and can only use bread to illustrate their own Viennese characteristics constitute the daily scenery of the art capital.

At dawn, Ludwig woke up from the table he was lying on with squinted eyes.

Only once in the past, he made a map of the Vienna Woods overlooking the mountain peak of about 100 meters overnight, and the scale was higher than that of a military-level map.

This is probably one of the swordsmanship talents?

Because of his extraordinary spatial perception and precise grasp of the wrist since he was a child, Ludwig's paintings give people an incomparably delicate feeling, and they can almost completely reproduce the scenery of the real world one-to-one.

This is why the Johannes felt that he was very talented in art and suggested that he study in Vienna.

"Artistic, how do you express it?"

Ludwig looked at his painting of the Vienna Forest and shook his head.

Only this kind of so-called artistic sense that cannot be seen or touched can be practiced by him.

Because it's all idealistic.

In fact, his paintings were a very popular style if they were placed before the invention of the camera.

In that classical era, there was no way to leave the picture of what you saw perfectly.

Whether it is a portrait or a landscape painting, it needs to be recorded by the painter.

The art of painting, which began with the depiction of human beings themselves, was part of ancient rituals.

Many poor families need a lot of money to get a third-rate painter to paint a group portrait as a souvenir.

At that time, the status of painters was very high, because the paint used in painting alone was not something that ordinary people could afford.

Ludwig's 100% realistic reproduction style can even be called a generation of masters in the classical era.

It's just that after the invention of the camera by scientists, this completely realistic, even too pursuit of 100% accurate lines, was abandoned by the art world.

The price of various pigments and painting materials is also much more accessible because of the development of science, which has led to the emergence of an art capital like Vienna.

According to incomplete statistics, there are hundreds of thousands of down-and-out painters, musicians, and people who make a living in this art capital.

It was normal for Ludwig not to be admitted to the Vienna Academy of Fine Arts once.

Among the painters gathered in this Danube neighborhood, there are many who have failed the list for ten consecutive years and are still taking the exam.

Noble children like Bonaparte, who studied at the military academy and mingled here, were outliers.

"The goal is here, here, and here."

Ludwig shook his wrist and left three dots on the map of the Vienna Woods with a bayonet.

"The last time I went for a walk, there were traces of shiitake pigs in these places."

"Let's hunt one today."

Shiitake Pig – A wild boar with a rare truffle-shaped mushroom on its back, Ludwig's target for poaching in the Vienna Forest.

This rare half-human-sized wild boar lives in symbiosis with some strange green moss that grows on its back and gives birth to the black truffle mushroom, known as the treasure of Europa. ….

This rare companion shiitake mushroom is packed with nutrients and is delicious.

It is said that men can increase their energy by eating it, and women can maintain their youthful vitality by eating it, and it is a treasure that will definitely be sought after by people in any era.

However, it is extremely difficult to find traces of the mushroom pig, because this wild boar has some incredible camouflage ability and extraordinary combat power.

Ordinary hunters, even if they are armed to the teeth, are going to give away heads, and they can't use any rough means to hunt the mushroom pigs, otherwise the valuable black truffle mushrooms on their backs will be completely gone.

In the past, hunters were crazy

After a frenzied hunt, the mushroom pigs were once on the verge of extinction, and finally all of them shrank in the hunting grounds of the Grand Dukes of the Roman Empire, and they couldn't come out.

All the existing territories where the mushroom pigs live are listed as protective hunting grounds by the royal families of various countries, and civilian hunters are never allowed to enter.

Ludwig's vision of the Vienna Forest is one of them.

Only the perimeter is open to civilians, and the interior is never allowed to be set foot in, and is guarded by a special royal forest guard.

However, he naturally had a way to easily bypass the guards.

The reason why the shiitake mushroom pig was chosen is because the black truffle shiitake mushrooms on the back of this rare wild boar can occasionally fall for various reasons and be picked up and sold.

In many folk tales, one of the most legitimate means for poor people to make a fortune is to pick up black truffle shiitake mushrooms dropped in the forest.

Unlike other folk tales, this is indeed a rare event that happens every few years.

The eyes of the ordinary families who go for a walk in the Vienna Forest every weekend to pick up mushrooms are so sharp that even a seven-year-old girl can recognize the rare black truffle mushrooms at a glance.

It's really easy to recognize this shiitake mushroom, with black spots like stars, and a fragrance that is said to make your whole body energetic when you smell it.

As long as you don't kill the mushroom pig, it is equivalent to having a financial source that can continuously produce black truffle shiitake mushrooms.

As for the force of the mushroom pig, well, this is equivalent to non-existence for Ludwig, not even a Bonaparte.

"Alright, we're ready to go."

Ludwig put on his mobility clothes and grabbed a fruit knife as he headed for poaching in the Vienna Woods.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw Bonaparte's face, which seemed to have been ravaged by a noble lady for three days and three nights, and the dark circles under his eyes were almost the same as those of the iron-eating beasts of the Far East.

Considering the movement in his room last night, Ludwig felt a little sorry for his neighbor.

"Ludwig, I suddenly realized how good the old days were, and how free the air was."

"Something like a marriage contract is the grave of life!"

"Don't you think so, my relatives and friends?"

Bonaparte looked at Ludwig pitifully, with a look of dejection, as if life had been completely sentenced to death last night.

"What's going on?"

Ludwig hesitated, for when he first arrived in Vienna, Bonaparte next door was his only friend of the unsuccessful student.

Growing up, he didn't have many friends, mainly because he saw the speed of time in the world only recently recovered from its warped state. ….

At different speeds of time, he is completely a silent eccentric in the eyes of others.

It wasn't really his fault, and when he wanted to answer someone else's question, the distorted speed of time passed in an instant.

He and the whole world have a sense of alienation.

Only John and Betty, his adoptive parents, took care of him from childhood to adulthood.

The only benefit of this distorted sense of time, which is sometimes fast and sometimes slow, is that it has exercised his extraordinary ability to perceive time and space.

He can freely exert his power within the speed of time perception that only he controls, which is the essence of his Sword Saint-level swordsmanship talent - Time Sense.

Bonaparte's sword with all his might, in his eyes, was as slow as it was in slow motion, and it was effortless to unload the Fran sword.

"I, I was told last night that I was engaged and that I have to get married next year."

"I'm only twenty-two years old, and I'm in the prime of my life, ready to show off my skills."

"It's far from enough, why are you going to get married!"

Bonaparte poured out his snot and tears to Ludwig about the injustice he had suffered.

"Let's go to the beer hall."

Ludwig had to put away his fruit knife and postpone the mushroom pig poaching plan at dawn to listen to Bonaparte's cries.

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Woo woo woo, relatives and friends, my great life, my free love, from today onwards are gone forever!"

Bonaparte's face hung his head, like an unlucky man who had been caught after the death of the society.

Well, in a sense, it is.

Last evening, Her Majesty Margrethe I, Empress of the great Holy Roman Empire, came to see him in person, and arranged a family affair for him.

The object of the marriage was from a prominent background, the daughter of the king of the Duchy of France in the Holy Roman Empire, and was one of his cousins.

What a tragedy it is for her dream lover to arrange a marriage for herself, but she can do it.

Her Majesty the Empress of the Holy Roman Empire is capable of doing whatever she wants.

In addition to this, his relationship with Ludwig also became the focus.

He learned that the fencing with Ludwig in the afternoon was seen by Princess Anastasia and Her Majesty Queen Margaret, who happened to be watching the scenery at the observatory.

They were joined by many of the Grand Dukes of the Holy Roman Empire.

What a shame it was, I flew three times in a row, and the embarrassed appearance of crawling out of the pond was seen.

The reason why he lives in that courtyard is for the secret golden house to hide Jiaojiao, and the canaries, you and me!

Now, it's all exposed!

There is also an uninvited fiancée, and the cousin in his memory seems to have been in poor health since she was a child and is a sick child.

It's completely different from the type of canary he likes!

Moreover, it is a family affair arranged by Her Majesty the Empress, and it is impossible to repent.

To make matters worse, the Grand Dukes of the Holy Roman Empire warned him.

Putting aside the past for the time being, the rare blood of the Roman gods, even if it is just a branch, must not be spread casually in the future.

No matter what time it is, Roman orthodoxy is Roman orthodoxy, and you have reached the level of earl strength (albeit by drinking medicine), you have to abide by this rule. ….

From now on, you'll have to be more single-minded and stop looking for canaries whose blood can't even touch the Roman side.

"My lost love, my lost beautiful life."

"I got a fiancée and lost the whole world."

"Oh, my love, my Mary, my Vanessa, my Ann, my Camille, my beloved......

In a civilian beer hall in Vienna's Danube district, Bonaparte burst into tears and paid tribute to his dead love with gushing words.

Political marriage, he thought that he would never hear this word again after being exiled by his family.

The canaries he had found, the noblewomen who had secretly financed him, would leave him with this marriage contract.

The flow of news in aristocratic circles is very fast, and from today he is not the prodigal Louis Bonaparte, but one of the heirs of the Grand Duchess of the Netherlands, who is about to get married.

God is pitiful, he has already given up this identity.

His father kicked him to the Vienna Military Academy, and clearly told him that unless His Majesty Margrethe I personally forgave him, it would be tantamount to being removed from the family, and he would be denied his son.

Who would have thought that Her Majesty Queen Margaret would really open her mouth for pardon!

His life plan is also completely beaten because of this, and he is going to France to be a son-in-law!

"My love, my dream lover, my great hopes and dreams!"

"It's all gone, it's all gone!"

Bonaparte, drunk, jumped on the table and began to cry loudly.

The crowd around them looked at the handsome young man with curious eyes, wondering what kind of tragedy he had encountered.

"When I'm married, I'm just an ordinary duke heir, inheriting half of France, is this the life I want!"

"The world is so big, there are so many canaries, but I can only stay in tiny France, is it fair?"

"It's not fair, I have a bigger wish, even if I become the king of France, it's not enough!"

"Marriage is the ideal cemetery!"

"Ludwig, my life is coming to an end!"

The people around looked at each other, and then laughed in unison.

"The future king of France is crying here."

"Hahahaha, this joke is so funny, come, bring him three more beers, I'll treat you."

"Long live the future King of France!"

"It's such an honor that I had the privilege of having a beer with a king!"

In the midst of a joyous laugh, only a handful of young men who knew Bonaparte looked at each other.

Because of Bonaparte's dissolute personality and the perennial association with these unambitious youths, they initially thought that this guy was bragging because he had drunk too much.

But as Bonaparte drank more and more, and the melons that burst out became more and more detailed, they began to sit still.

Bonaparte's Roman royal branch bloodline was genuine.

He is the son of the Grand Duke of the Netherlands, and in terms of identity, he is barely the daughter of the Grand Duke of France.

The princes of the Holy Roman Empire were basically related by marriage.

If he marries the daughter of the duke's family, he can really get the French inheritance.

Others boast of the possibility of inheriting the French throne, which is all fantasies after drinking too much.

Bonaparte really went to become the son-in-law of the Grand Duke of France, the future king of France, and the possibility is not zero.

Moreover, since last night, there has been news circulating within the aristocratic circles that it seems that a certain exiled noble child is very lucky to have received an amnesty from Her Majesty Queen Margaret.

Could it be, this is the guy, right?.

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