After saying goodbye to the strange old gardener who didn't know why he was talking about "Swan Castle" and "Fairy Tale Garden", the three of Ludwig continued to walk towards the depths of the Viennese court.

"It's never been open here, has it?"

Even Ludwig discovered that the place he and Marie and Anna visited at the moment had long exceeded the limits of Vienna for tourists.

Some incomparably precious works of art are placed on the decorative walls on both sides of the corridor without any protection.

The marble sculpture of the fountain they had just walked by, if Ludwig remembers correctly, was the work of a master from an art textbook.

"A true artist needs to be supported by an aristocracy, Ludwig."

"This has been the case since ancient times, and creating art is not something that the poor can afford."

"Many of the works of the masters in the textbooks were made specifically for the royal family, so it's not surprising that you see the original in the Vienna court."

"Art comes from life, but also from the romance and fantasy of artists."

"Do you think the statue of David would be owned by a civilian?"

"Human civilization began to worship artists precisely because they had enough wealth to be able to eat and wear and enjoy life."

"Most of the works of art history that you know are in the upper echelons of Rome."

Margaret smiled and explained to Ludwig the origin of the Vienna court collection.

"Yes, there are also many great masterpieces of art in the Eastern Roman Empire."

"Ludwig, if you like to study art, you must go to the capital of the Eastern Roman Empire once in your life!"

Margaret glanced angrily at Anastasia, who interjected.

Without him, half of the works of art in the Eastern Roman Empire were stolen from Constantinople, and this incident made Margaret remember it for the rest of her life.

Fortunately, her mother's home Austria was not plagued by the Eastern Romans, so the Vienna court was Margaret's favorite vacation spot.

The only regret is that her elders have all passed away.

Now she and Roman are the oldest elders in the Roman Empire.

However, since being guided by Ludwig to open the door to the transcendent, Marguerite's memories of the 100 years of the Sunshine Calendar have a very unrealistic ambiguity.

The tragedy of the First World War is clearly so memorable, and the sunny calendar after peace is like a dream.

Like, close your eyes, and a hundred years will pass after opening them.

From the First World War to the birth of Anastasia, it was obviously the longest hundred years of her life, a whole century, but there was not much impression at all.

A hundred years ago, when the Holy Roman Empire was first founded, the Viennese court was what it is now.

A hundred years later, she and Ludwig are walking here, and the scenery doesn't seem to have changed.

In the past hundred years, there have not been many masters who are qualified to leave their works at the Viennese court.

If I want to say it reluctantly, the master Munch who painted "The Scream" is one, and the expressionist school is also a new genre that has only emerged in this century.

What have I done in the past 100 years?

Roman's stupid brother, who is extremely savage and violent, really endured it for a hundred years without going to war?

Why, do you always feel unrealistic?

Margaret thought back to the aristocratic daughters who had entered her Lily Palace one after another in the past hundred years and left because of their old age, with a blank face.

She can't even remember their names and faces?

"Ludwig, is time so easy to pass?"

"This statue is said to be a thousand years old."

"It depicts the appearance of the first Roman emperors."

"The statue of a thousand years ago can still be preserved to this day, don't you think this thing is a miracle in itself?"

Intentionally or unintentionally, he led Ludwig to the statue of the original Roman emperor, the first owner of the world's divine blood.

There are many similar statues in ancient Rome, but this one is the first batch of masterpieces.

The statue was carved by the first royal masonry, and only three of his works have survived.

One capital of the Holy Roman Empire, one of the capital of the arts, one of the capitals of the Eastern Roman Empire.

The rest were destroyed in the fighting.

"This is the original Divine Blood Hero."

Ludwig looked up at the almost exact one-to-one marble statue.

It can be seen that this seems to be a classical sculpture technique that uses a real person as a model, that is, a technique that completely reproduces the portrait himself.

It's what Ludwig does best, and what he can do.

The statue depicts a young man with golden cat ears and a tail, looking into the distance with a nostalgic expression.

"The Missing", this is a series of works that the Roman master is proud of, showing the subtle side of the original "Caesar Octavius Julius Augustus Constantine".

The first emperor in the cloak always seemed to be thinking about something when he was alone.

There are different opinions about who this great god blood emperor misses, and many people think that it is a first love who has passed away a long time ago.

Only a handful of members of the Roman royal family knew that the first ancestors did not think of humans.

Throughout his life, the first Roman emperor never really fell in love with anyone.

The way he chose his concubine was completely a political marriage, and he didn't care if he had feelings or not, as long as he could give birth to a child with divine blood and blood.

He would even make a careful table for the ovulating concubines to line up for the night, and each would only have one chance.

The concubine who could not give birth to a child would soon be snubbed and forgotten by him.

However, later historians praised the approach of this god-blood emperor, because it was the only way to create a unified empire in that era.

The great blood of the gods, the proof of being blessed by the gods, is naturally the more the better.

If each generation of Roman god-blood emperors could give birth to so many god-blood offspring, Roman rule would always be unshakable.

The cause of the First World War was essentially the struggle between the traditional Europa continental camp and the newly rising Russian imperial states and the Far Eastern kingdoms against Roman orthodoxy.

The Roman blood, which symbolizes the blessing of the gods, is the proof of "divine authority of kings", which has always been in short supply.

In the eyes of the people, the first god-blood emperor, the great "Caesar Octavian * Julius * Augustus * Constantine", is the perfect conqueror, a monarch with a godhead meaning, the king of the world, a demigod and a half-human being.

The male emperor of Rome should marry the noble daughters of many powerful forces as his concubines and strive to spread the branches.

Even when the age of science came and the continent of Europa began to promote monogamy, the Roman emperor had the privilege of it.

Roman I of the Eastern Roman Empire adhered to the ancient Roman tradition and still chose to marry many dukes and marquises, and Anastasia was the product of one of these marriages.

Her Majesty Margaret, the Empress of the Holy Roman Empire, directly built the Lily Palace, and the electors also pinched their noses and recognized it.

And His Majesty, the first Roman god blood emperor, was even more exaggerated.

What he likes is not humans, not even species that have been recorded in this world.

Golden Divine Cat - An unknown fantasy species, suspected of the existence of gods.

"This master has captured the most fragile side of that emperor's heart."

"Sure enough, a master is a master, and he is ahead of his time."

"I can replicate the exact same lines, but I can't really depict the melancholy temperament of that Blood Emperor."

"What is he missing?"

Ludwig observed this masterpiece recorded in the annals of art history from all angles, and had to sigh that every master who left a name in art history was indeed a genius who was born in the world.

There is such a thing as artistic talent, there is such a thing, there is no such thing, there is no such thing.

Even the transcendent sword saint Ludwig himself, until he met Anastasia and Margaret, the real artistic cells were close to zero.

The same is true of the vast majority of painters in this world, as long as they practice their techniques hard, anyone can copy the works of those masters, and some can even reach the level of being fake.

However, masters are masters because they are able to create works that will be written in the annals of art history.

Sculpture, painting, music, you name it.

"Who knows, maybe it's a pretty cat."

Margaret wittily told the untold truth.

Their ancestors are incorrigible cats and cats, from eighteen years old unrequited love to three hundred years old or something, but there is only the black history secretly circulated by the Roman royal family.

"Hmph, what's wrong with cats, cats are animals that can change the world!"

Anastasia's golden cat ears tremble, resolutely defending the cutest animal in the world.

"Actually, I like dogs, especially golden retrievers."

Ludwig is a dog party, especially the kind that can't help himself when it comes to golden hounds.

It's a pity that now that he is a candidate, he can't get a dog, Bonaparte doesn't mind, but he doesn't have enough time to spend with the dog.

"If you like the statue of the first emperor, I have a good place to introduce."

For the first time, Margaret knew that Ludwig liked the Golden Retriever.

Well, his little niece Anastasia is also a golden retriever, rounded up, is this implying that he likes Anastasia?

Actually, I'm a golden retriever too, Margaret glanced at her hair.

Because of the opening of the transcendent door, the traces of the past years have completely disappeared from her.

Her Majesty the Empress of the Holy Roman Empire now feels that she will live for another two centuries to be on par with her ancestors.

The reason why the first patriarch "Caesar Octavian Julius Augustus Constantine" lived only 300 years was limited by the times.

Thousands of years ago, in ancient Rome, the sanitary conditions were extremely bad, and you can't expect people of that era to know what bacteria were, what water treatment was, and what high-temperature disinfection was.

When you are thirsty, you drink untreated spring water, river water, and well water.

When you are hungry, you can cook some mush and eat it, and the most luxurious food of the upper class of the aristocracy is stew with spices from the Far East.

This is the portrayal of Rome thousands of years ago, and it is far from comparable to the living conditions now, so the first Roman emperors lived for 300 years.

"What is it?"

"You'll love it, it's one of the most treasured private collections of the Viennese court."

"I'll lead the way."

Margaret took Ludwig's hand, one of the ceremonial venues originally intended for Anastasia.

About ten minutes later, the three of them arrived together in the most sacred and oldest palace of the Viennese court.

At first glance, it looks like an ancient building supported by marble columns, with a rough Aegean art style.

Thousands of years have given this ancient building a vicissitudes of life, as if telling a certain period of history.

The interior of the ancient building is a meeting place, scattered stone piers, and a giant stone chair with a huge cat pattern on the back at the top of the house.

"Vienna Venue of the Ancient Roman Senate."

"After the Roman Senate in Constantinople burned down, the only remaining ruins of the Senate in the world."

"Now, where we stand, the same place where the first Roman emperors accepted the allegiance of the Alpine peoples."

"It's also the place of origin of Austria."

"This stone chair is the throne of the first emperor himself, made of huge stones selected from the Alps."

"Well, let's not talk about workmanship, but this weight of a throne is really not something that a mortal can carry out of the Alps on his own."

"The cat pattern on the chair symbolizes the belief of the first emperor throughout his life and the origin of the blood of the gods."

"Constantinople was the capital of the first Roman emperors after they conquered most of the world."

"Here, in fact, is the origin of the Roman Empire."

Margaret couldn't help but want to laugh when she looked at the cat throne that was even a little ugly in workmanship, completely cut out of the marble by brute force.

Obviously, the first emperor himself discovered that he really had little artistic talent, and all kinds of statues and paintings were handed over directly to the court painters and masters.

This cat-throne has since been sealed in Austria and is only used for the appointment of Roman emperors.

On average, it only happens once in more than 100 years.

Last time, it was Princess Margaret of the Purple Hall who proclaimed the birth of the Holy Roman Empire and crowned Her Majesty the Empress on this throne.

Feng Shui takes turns, and at the turn of the century in the sunshine calendar, this cat throne will usher in a new owner.

"Ludwig, sit down."

Releasing Ludwig's hand, Margaret gave him a gentle nudge.

"Ludwig, try it, it's cool to sleep here in the summer."

The mischievous Anastasia had come to this holy place many times, especially in the summer when it was cool and she slept soundly.

"Uh, is that really okay? Mary, Anna. ”

"The throne of the first Roman emperor is not something that anyone can sit on casually, right?"