Bonaparte cried to Ludwig about the morning of his life in Vienna, the Holy Roman Empire.

Her Majesty Empress Margaret was looking at the information her intelligence officers had gathered about that Ludwig.

"Ludwig, born in a small Bavarian town, to a father of John the clerk and a mother of a housewife, Betty."

"These are fake identities, though."

"The couple is actually descendants of the Lord's family, hereditary nobles before the First World War."

"Besides, Ludwig's age is a little incorrect."

"Half a year after John and Betty eloped to the Far East, they brought back the child, when Ludwig was three years old."

"Considering Ludwig's amazing talent for swordsmanship, it is obvious that they are descendants of the divine bloodline, and this couple is most likely adoptive parents."

"The Far East is the territory of Roman I, and someone has been sent to contact the chess pieces over there, and the traces of John and Betty during that time in the Far East are being investigated, and the results will be available soon."

"Ludwig himself, who had never shown a talent for swordsmanship in his homeland in the past, had a record of often hunting alone in the mountains."

"According to the reasoning of intelligence officers, it is more than ninety percent likely that the origin of his bloodline came from Roman I, the Eastern Roman Emperor, who had a chaotic private life and many illegitimate children."

I don't need you to report this kind of thing.

The blood of the gods in the world is just me and this savage brother, and Anastasia is still young.

Margaret tapped through the growing "Ludwig Archives" like pieces of paper.

Born in an ordinary Bavarian town and growing up on the banks of the Danube, he never showed his talent for swordsmanship as a child.

Such a person has been in such a barren town for eighteen years, which is really too tyrannical.

His swordsmanship alone was enough to make a name for himself on the entire European continent.

Eighteen-year-old duke, candidate for the future Juggernaut, this news is currently only circulating in a very small circle at the highest level of the Holy Roman Empire.

That's what Margaret meant, the young man was so good that she didn't even think it was real.

In the history of the ancient Roman Empire, no one could have such strength at this age, except for the true blood of the gods.

Such an excellent bloodline, Roman I did not find out, and stayed in obscurity in that unknown town until he came to Vienna and was discovered by the little guy Louis Bonaparte.

"The ...... of the Failed Students of the Academy of Fine Arts in Vienna"

Margaret looked at the resume of this duke-level swordsmanship genius, and seemed to feel some kind of world will.

So, how do you bring this Ludwig under your command?

Duke-level combat power, although it is no longer the era of cold weapons in ancient Rome, even if she is the orthodox divine blood bloodline of the Purple Hall, she no longer has the strength to destroy the country alone.

But this is still the dream of countless old nobles, the strongest under the blood of the gods, not to mention that this Ludwig even has the opportunity to go further.

The mutilated divine blood, that is also the divine blood.

The result of that war was seen was that Louis Bonaparte was grabbed by the Grand Highway of France through a series of exchange of interests, and next year he will be his son-in-law in France. ….

And Ludwig, who is better than Louis Bonaparte and has a concentration closer to Roman orthodoxy, no matter how this divine blood comes from, is a sweet and sweet food that is scrambled by countless people.

The reason why the Grand Dukes of the Holy Roman Empire have not yet come out to rob people is entirely because of the orders of Her Majesty Empress Margaret.

This child, named Ludwig, is still growing up at a high speed.

Eighteen-year-old duke-level combat power, sword saint-level swordsmanship, this is so amazing.

Perhaps, he could really reach a realm infinitely close to the blood of the gods?

It's just that applying for the Vienna Academy of Fine Arts or something is really a waste.

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You should really discover your talent, and the emperors who indulged in art in history have not achieved any good results.

"Rejoice, little one, you still have a free life, hone your swordsmanship well, and surprise me a little more."

Margaret's chin rose slightly, and the corners of her mouth curved up, revealing an expectant smile.

It's been too long, since that duel with her own brutal brother, Roman I, she hasn't met a real opponent to fight her to.

No way, now there is another duel between the Holy Roman Empress and the Eastern Roman Emperor, which will trigger the world-level ***.

Last time, because of Anastasia's inheritance, she planned to fight with Roman I seriously, and almost made several Holy Roman Empire Grand Dukes have a heart attack.

Some important ministers even went so far as to commit suicide to stop the battle, which ruined her happiness.

This is the status quo, the two strongest divine bloods in the world will probably never have the opportunity to really bet on everything in their lives.

"Even if you become an empress, you can't do what you want."

"At least, I'll shelter Anastasia from the wind and rain before she grows up."

"This little lady, the future of the world depends on hers."

Stretching her back, Margaret prepared to go to the palace to enjoy the knees of her maids.

"Oh no, Your Majesty Margaret, Princess Anastasia is missing!"

"The time was gone for a while, leaving a note."

"I'm going hunting!"

Margaret's forehead burst with bruises.

What about the good little lady, why did she run away from home again!

Anastasia!

…………

Bidding farewell to the drunken Bonaparte, Ludwig set out again.

The time is already in the afternoon, and the time to pick up mushrooms has long passed, and fresh mushrooms will not wait for you, and it is a luxury to find one after ten o'clock in the morning.

Viennese civilians don't miss a free delicacy, let alone the little girls who fantasize about picking up black truffle mushrooms in the Vienna Forest.

The afternoon sun shines through the dense woods and casts golden frecks of light in the Vienna Woods.

Ludwig walked down the overgrown path and soon arrived at the royal garden area, which had been specially marked by the royal guards.

The entire royal garden area is protected by dense brambles and is impermeable.

These specially planted black thorns are poisonous, and it is almost impossible for ordinary civilians to cross this terrifying black thorn bush except by arson, which is punishable by death. ….

Amazingly, every once in a while, the mushroom pig would slip out of the royal hunting ground protected by the black thorns, and then swagger back again.

The story of picking up black truffle shiitake mushrooms has become an enduring folklore and has been written into nursery rhymes.

Of course, this is not difficult for Ludwig, who has the strength of the duke.

He took a dozen steps back before sprinting.

"Click!"

With a soft sound, Ludwig jumped up, stepped lightly on several nodes of the black thorn bush, and in the blink of an eye, he leaped over the black thorn bush, which ordinary people could only look forward to.

Judging from this skillful movement, it is clear that this is not the first time.

The forest behind the black thorn line is more densely vegetated, and rare herbs and flowers can be seen everywhere.

It was something that only allowed rangers could pick, and it was the private property of the Grand Dukes of the Holy Roman Empire.

Every beehive, every berry, is the owner's thing.

Even if a skilled hunter can find a way to get in, he will be executed if he is discovered.

So essentially, the moment Ludwig came in, he violated the laws of the Holy Roman Empire.

But that kind of thing, as long as it's not discovered, it's fine.

Ludwig was confident, and his extraordinary perception of time and space could even hear the sound of a butterfly waving its wings a hundred meters away.

"Here, here, and here's where Shiitake Pig has appeared."

From the day he found out that Vienna's consumption level was too outrageous and his family's education funds were completely insufficient, Ludwig was thinking about this Vienna Royal Forest.

After researching Vienna's game market, the mushroom pig became the first choice.

Hunting the mushroom pig is not to kill the mushroom pig, as long as you can take the black truffle mushroom on the back of the mushroom pig.

Because there are occasional lucky civilians who pick up black truffle shiitake mushrooms that fall from the back of the mushroom pig, this plan is completely feasible.

Being rigorous and adept at completing one's own plans is one of Ludwig's strengths.

This mushroom pig, which has never been seen before, but just left traces, is the first choice.

"Let's go to the first location and wait."

No matter how powerful the swordsmanship talent is, it must be used only after discovering the enemy.

Shiitake pigs are creatures that are almost impossible to detect by humans under normal conditions.

In the past, in order to get the black truffle shiitake mushroom behind the shiitake mushroom pig, hunters used the most primitive and stupid method.

First arrange a large-scale hunting circle, and then burn the mountain to force out the mushroom pigs who are good at camouflage, and then how to get the black truffles of the mushroom pigs depends on their abilities.

It was only in modern times that this method of fishing was completely banned and was written into the laws of the Holy Roman Empire.

The mushroom pig has also become a treasure exclusively for the royal family.

The first spot was inspected, and Ludwig frowned.

It's not that there are no traces of the mushroom pig's activity, but the footprints of unknown creatures have been found.

This creature is supposed to be a feline, about 1.4 meters in size, and it is very fast, and can jump up to a 10-meter-high oak tree. ….

Yes, ten meters!

Of the felines that Ludwig knew, there was hardly one that could jump to such heights at once.

Extreme explosiveness, speed, and light weight are all indispensable.

Are there any of these exotic animals in the Vienna Woods?

Normally, this apex predator lives in the deepest part of the Alps.

The Vienna Woods are too close to humans.

"Golden ......"

"That's too long, isn't it?"

Ludwig pinched a golden hair of more than ten centimeters, and neither a cheetah nor a bobcat could have such a long hair.

Smelled the smell, it was an unfamiliar fragrance.

Sensing the ability to smell is not a beast, and Ludwig can't tell what this mysterious beast is.

Perhaps, a priceless beast?

It's like the iron-eating beast that is about to become extinct in the legends of the Far East.

"Forget it, no matter."

"That's not what I'm aiming for."

Rare and exotic animals can indeed be sold for a large price, but Ludwig is not going to pay tribute to the Holy Roman Empire.

All he needed was a living allowance to live in Vienna for a year, and a regular income by "legal" means.

Well, even though what he's going to do now isn't legal at all.

Then, at the second location marked on the map, Ludwig found similar feline footprints.

"Isn't it an accident?"

"Is this guy also eyeing the mushroom pig?"

"Shiitake pigs are indeed delicious, but ordinary beasts are no match for them."

LEAP 10 Metres EXPLOSIVE ...... This can indeed kill the mushroom pig."

Ludwig collected new blonde hairs, this time shorter, only about three centimeters.

All the evidence is on the surface, this royal hunt

An uninvited guest, a blonde-haired hunter, crept into the field.

"Well, we're going to have to hurry up."

Arriving at the third marked location, Ludwig grasped the pattern of the mushroom pig's movement and possible hiding place.

Why did the hunters in the past have a headache about how to find the mushroom pigs, and even did not hesitate to use the stupid method of large-scale fire to hunt the mushroom pigs?

Because, the moss associated with the shiitake pig has a perfect camouflage ability, which can make the shiitake pig perfectly integrate with the natural environment.

Once the mushroom pig enters the camouflage state, all you see are stones, shrubs, and trees that are simply indistinguishable to the naked eye of mortals.

Coupled with the strong combat effectiveness of the mushroom pig itself, the average hunter is basically certain to die one-on-one.

The Roman Empire's method of hunting mushroom pigs was to use some kind of expensive spice to lure them out and then capture them.

Ludwig wasn't that wealthy, he was purely using his senses to capture the traces left by the mushroom pigs.

Staying in an environment with different time flow rates for a long time gives him an unparalleled sense of time, and he can feel the time flow changes in his surroundings even when he closes his eyes.

The traces left by the mushroom pig have nowhere to hide in his eyes.

The closer you get to the "now" time, the clearer it becomes. ….

The three marker points are just the nodes that Ludwig used to refer to.

Based on the traces of the mushroom pig left by these three nodes, he can deduce the route of the mushroom pig during this time.

In my mind, an incomparably complex three-dimensional map is expanding.

Transcendent perception, which is the ability that mortals cannot possess.

It is also judged by the teachers of the Vienna Academy of Fine Arts as "the coldness of non-art".

"Three, one, two."

"It's within this range and quadrant."

"Begin, hunt."

Ludwig, who opened his eyes, seemed to still be still immersed in the acceleration of time in his mind just now, and he had an inexplicable sense of alienation from the world around him.

Soon, however, his father, John, his mother, Betty, and Bonaparte, whom he had known for a short time, were the anchors of humanity that pulled him back from that sense of alienation.

"Artistic......

"I think the painting is pretty good......

The essence of the world that I saw in my mind just now was a combination of countless lines and particles.

It seems, I can paint something better and more beautiful with these lines?

What had never been seen in the past, perhaps because of the failure of the Vienna Academy of Fine Arts, slowly awakened in Ludwig's body.

This kind of inexplicable, heart-pounding inspiration.

Looking up at the sky, Ludwig suddenly wanted to see an incomparably brilliant starry sky, a beautiful picture of countless stars.

Unfortunately, it's mid-afternoon and there is only one round of sun hanging in the sky.

"Let's earn living expenses first."

Drilling into the woods, Ludwig began to advance without hesitation towards the depths of the forest where the Shiitake Pig had the most traces of time.

About fifteen minutes later, he stopped in front of a cliff.

It is a cliff more than 70 meters high, and there are no traces of any animals no matter how you look at it.

"There?"

Ludwig stared at some cave, presumably in the middle of a cliff.

It looks like it's a natural cave somewhere.

Most people would never have imagined that a creature like a mushroom pig could move on such a cliff.

Even if you know, it is very difficult to climb such a steep wall, let alone hunt shiitake pigs.

"Luckily, I got it."

For Ludwig, the hardest step in the hunt was finding the prey.

"Click!"

"Click!"

"Click!"

With three light footsteps, Ludwig rushed into the cavern of the cliff.

To the naked eye of humans, this is a deserted mountain eagle's nest.

Ludwig's sense of time would not deceive him, though.

In the nest that was supposed to be the mountain eagle hatching eggs, a vague silhouette was sleeping.

Got it!

Ludwig took out his fruit knife and sliced it with a single sword, easily cutting a few black truffle mushrooms from the back of the mushroom pig.

The disguise of the Shiitake Pig was meaningless in Ludwig's eyes, because he observed the current location of the Shiitake Pig based on the traces of past time.

The disguise fails, and the mushroom pig wakes up and enters a state of rage.

To Ludwig's surprise, the mushroom pig seemed to have awakened some kind of ability, and when he stepped on it, the whole cave shook. ….

At least it's the strength of the three Bonapartes!

This is a real power!

"Meow!"

"What have you done?"

"Pigs are gone!"

A golden figure jumped up about a meter from the side of the mushroom pig, complaining loudly about Ludwig who had ruined his good deeds.

She was only one step away from feeding the delicious medicine to the mouth of the mushroom pig, and then harvested the black truffle.

Even for her, this is super exciting, this mushroom pig is not an ordinary mushroom pig, its black truffle mushroom is priceless!

As everyone knows, Ludwig was also stunned.

It turned out that the footprints he had found all along were not a "golden beast", but a golden cat lady!

I don't know why, this term naturally came to his mind.

The vivid golden *** ears, as well as the fur clothes with wonderful brilliance all over the body, looks like a golden cat from a distance, and only when you look closely can you know that it is a golden cat lady.

Why can't we observe traces in terms of time sense?

He couldn't feel any traces of time on this blonde cat lady's body at all.

It's as if there is some kind of power in this cute golden *** girl, erasing all traces of time.

This also led to the fact that before she lifted the similar state of invisibility, Ludwig didn't find this golden *** Niang who was a stone's throw away from the mushroom pig.

"Ah, my little piggy!"

"Boom!"

The rampaging mushroom pig rushed towards Ludwig all the way, increasing in strength with each step, and its ferocity soared.

Unlike the mushroom pigs that Ludwig had seen from the illustrated book, this mushroom pig had a large lump growing on the top of its head.

The power that shook the earth was released from this tumor, and it was a truly extraordinary power.

Now there are ten Bonapartas' threat levels, but the attack is still too simple.

Ludwig took a light step to the right, almost narrowly avoiding the rampaging mushroom pig's spurt.

Then, the mushroom pig rushed all the way out of the cave and rushed down from a height of tens of meters.

"Boom!"

With a loud roar, the forest below the cliff was smashed into a visible trace.

Ah, a lot of black truffles are gone.

Ludwig looked at the mushroom pig who jumped off the cliff with great regret, and when he jumped like this, no amount of black truffle would be broken.

That's why the black truffle shiitake mushrooms of shiitake mushrooms are so expensive.

"It's all your fault, I almost got it."

The golden cat lady walked up to Ludwig and stared at him fiercely.

"Uh......"

Ludwig was a little weak-hearted, he was not legal to come here, and it seemed that it was really this golden cat lady who had a better chance of picking more black truffle shiitake mushrooms.

"How are you going to compensate me?"

"I'm prepared

A set of stealth equipment for this mutated mushroom pig."

"The black truffle on its back is a delicacy that is rare to see in a hundred years."

The golden cat lady looked at Ludwig and the black truffle mushroom in his hand, and couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

The biggest difficulty in picking black truffles is how to avoid the rampaging of mushroom pigs.

Otherwise, she has a way to take out this rough mushroom pig.

"A rare ...... in a century"

Ludwig looked at the black truffle he had cut with a fruit knife, and he did feel a certain scent from it, which made the whole body warm when he smelled it.

Referring to the ten bonaparte force of this mushroom pig, it is indeed not an ordinary mushroom pig.

Although Bonaparte was very weak, the force of ten Bonapartas was different, and it might have been a very powerful general in ancient times.

It's a pity that now is the era of steam chariots and steam guns, and the era when individual force decides everything has long been the tears of history.

"Stupid, I mean the one who sees has a share!"

The Golden Cat Lady crossed her back and told Ludwig what to do next.

I don't know if it was Ludwig's delusion, but the arc of her mouth was rising when she said this.

Not like a cat, more like a cunning fox.

Fat bread