When people talk about "history", the image of "long river" will subconsciously emerge, and for most people, the abstract concept of history is a pile of old papers and an abstract river that moves forward.

Historians are more accurate in their description, but history is actually a spiraling ladder, and people will always see a lot of familiar things play out, and at the same time the whole society is indeed rising and progressing.

Perhaps it is.

However, it should not be forgotten that there are two sides to everything, and the third law of classical mechanics also states that action and reaction forces are always equal in magnitude and opposite directions. Since there are forces that push history forward, there must also be forces that want to turn back the clock and bind the world to the trap of the past, which is called "reaction".

The Dark Middle Ages, racism, the Ku Klux Klan, ***, **** - all such things, even in the new century, whenever faced with a hasty and difficult to solve the internal, social, and economic problems, the first thing that comes to people's minds is still not a long-term treatment that requires patience and perseverance, but a fierce medicine with extremely strong side effects, called "regression".

Populism, protectionism, anti-immigration, far-right, trade wars. In the 21st century, the remnants of these old times will still float up at a certain time, bringing a ** pain to the whole world.

What a hassle.

But compared to what was going to happen next, it was a small hassle.

Compared with the madness of killing gods, pulling the whole world back to "****", and making oneself an absolute ruler of political power and clerical power, what can populism and the like be counted?

Apple Blossom Pavilion.

Just by looking at the name, you might think it's a flower shop or a fruit shop, but it's a serious brothel.

Lüdes was a thriving city of prostitutes, from the high-end brothels for the aristocracy and the wealthy to the secret prostitutes in the alleys, which fully cater to the needs of all classes.

The Apple Blossom Pavilion is also one of them.

The Apple Blossom Restaurant, located on the rue Vivien on the right bank of Lüdders, is a small brothel with only 10 rooms, and although the space is small, the girls are not bad at the standard of reception, and the service is considerate, which is quite favored by customers.

By the way, the main service of the Apple Blossom Shop is to provide a trading place for benefactors and exclusive mistresses, and the cost is more expensive than the self-employed who stand on the street to solicit customers, but it saves the trouble of opening a room, and the senses are more advanced and tasteful. The most important thing is that they are all regular customers, so you don't have to worry about killing a certain Cheng Biting Jin, who claims to be the husband of a woman, with a big man who comes to play fairy jumping with you.

Because of this, while other industries are in recession, places like the Apple Blossom House are still thriving, and rich lords and big people also need quiet places to indulge themselves. During the day, he wears a serious mask and worries about the country and the people, and at night he can take off that layer of disguise and do something shameful. For example, having a mistress dress up as a nun and dressing herself as a priest and archbishop. For example, let the mistress play the role of a silent doll, everyone's habits are different, and the gameplay is not the same. Even if it's a suffocation game, a torture game, a stampede game, a philosophical game, and a game that makes the mistress look disgusted and lifts her skirt to reveal **, there are many people. In this place where money, **, violence, and STDs are intertwined, it is not surprising that anything happens.

That being said.

No one likes a game of being turned into a corpse.

The men's spasms had stopped, blood blisters were no longer blistering in their severed throats, and their gaping mouths were no longer spitting out air. The prostitutes withdrew their hands that were attached to the side of their necks to check their pulses, and then calmly put on the nun's monastic robes and opened the door. Several men standing outside the door waiting to dispose of the bodies and the scene bowed respectfully to make way for the nuns.

The man who fell on the bed was the military police in charge of the defense of the royal capital, including the gendarmerie, the garrison, and the security knights, although the official rank was not very high, but they were all important nodes and important sources of information in the entire command system. In addition to this, these people have another common characteristic: in addition to their official salary, they also enjoy the high salary and various benefits offered by Alfheim.

These are the reasons why they have been killed.

As for the women in their nun garments, they were really gods in service, but they were not clergy, but religious agents.

"Wow. ”

An exaggerated and flirtatious exclamation sounded, and the female killers who were about to turn around and leave the brothel pulled away in the blink of an eye into a state of battle, and at such a critical time, whether it was innocent passers-by or anyone else, the sight of them was enough to be a reason for death.

Not to mention that the guys clapping and laughing in front of them know what they just did.

"It's really amazing, not only to please men, but also to be very neat. More important is piety - piety to the faith, supporting the faith that endured training and the ravages of men along the way, and I was moved by it. ”

Spies and prostitutes are the oldest professions, and the use of beauty to obtain intelligence has existed since ancient times, and all countries are similar in this regard.

The church is not an exception.

In addition to listening to the secrets revealed by the believers in confessions, the church has also trained a large number of religious agents to spy on intelligence, and places and intelligence stations such as the Apple Blossom Pavilion are all over the country. Thanks to this vast and meticulous intelligence network, the Church was the world's largest spy agency until the advent of Stasi.

The women in front of them who walked step by step from the darkness to the light can tell their identities, what they do, her identity can be said to be revealed.

"Heresy lackeys!"

The nine nuns who scattered quickly surrounded the petite woman, their matte blades tearing through the air with a menacing hiss.

The nuns did not hesitate.

Elite agents who specialize in intelligence gathering and assassination, and with a fanatical belief that borders on paranoia, they are neither ashamed nor afraid of murder. What's more, standing in front of him is an enemy who must be killed.

It's not that they don't understand common sense, it's just that they aren't bound by common sense.

As well-built agents and killing machines, they are truly excellent.

So—

"It just so happens that I am short of manpower on my side, so it is better for you to be my soldiers and swear allegiance to me. Be my minions, my siblings, and fight for me until death. ”

The woman smiled.

Almost as soon as she raised the corners of her mouth, a sharp sound of breaking wind sounded, and the nuns stopped moving, standing in place like puppet dolls at the end of clockwork. After a full minute, the nuns, who had been relieved of their stiffness, fell to their knees together, their foreheads pressed against the cold ground, and worshiped the mysterious woman.

"Okay, where are we going next? I'll see, yes, it's Her Royal Highness. Speaking of which, I haven't seen spiders and flower mantis in a long time, do you want to bring souvenirs?"

The mysterious woman spoke lightly as she headed in the direction of the Palais Bourbon, the nuns behind her disappeared without a trace, and the apple blossom hall was on fire.

The coup d'état that hit Charlemagne's center of power kicked off with this fire.