The luxurious mansion of the René family in the city became his residence, and the senior officers each received a comfortable room, which was more than enough.
Of course all the bling is gone, except for the large bathroom and a wine cellar.
Deep down, Sean is also a person who loves to enjoy himself.
He buried himself in warm water. There was a fireplace burning charcoal, and the fireplace had pipes that carried the heat to the floor.
The bathroom was as warm as spring, which reminded Sean of the Vichy town in the south and the rose garden.
A glass of wine is placed beside you, within reach.
Sean closed his eyes comfortably and rested his mind. The rough military life for more than half a year had made him exhausted. He had not been so relaxed for a long time.
At this moment, the figures of two beautiful women repeatedly appeared in his mind.
Sean fell asleep in the bathtub.
Order has been restored on the streets. Citizens are making a living and doing business. Even professional beggars have returned to their old jobs, but they will never dare to ask for food or a shilling from the Genoese because many of them
The companion disappeared forever within these two days.
Sean selected some people from those who made particularly "generous" donations and made them temporary officials to manage general affairs.
As for whether these people are competent or not, this is completely beyond Sean's consideration.
In addition to vigilance, security and necessary defense outside the city, most of the officers and soldiers of the Civil Defense Force began to take turns to rest, which was the reward they deserved.
Lieutenant Woodley had a day off today and he went out for a stroll early in the morning.
In the past two days, he has been assisting the Chief of Staff in handling military affairs, but he has been well rested and looks radiant. Coupled with the neat and ironed straight military coat, he appears to be in high spirits.
His military coat made him quite noticeable and popular on the street.
The Genoese were not only liberators, but also good customers. Both officers and soldiers had a lot of money in their pockets. They were generous and paid quickly, making them extremely popular among the citizens.
Alcohol and cigarettes are the most popular items among officers and soldiers, and even shoe shiners can earn a little from soldiers' feet.
As an officer, Woodley chose cigars.
This is probably because a staff officer like him is too close to the commander. Woodley can't afford Sean's favorite high-end brand, but he can still afford the mid-range brand that costs five silver coins a piece.
Standing on the street, Woodley took out a match and lit one for himself. The weather was sunny today and the winter warmth at noon made him feel like he was back in Poitou.
Opposite is a small hotel, its facade is somewhat dilapidated, and several girls stand at the door to solicit customers.
They wore heavy makeup and thin dresses, deliberately exposing their white skin and towering breasts, and showing off to the passing soldiers and pedestrians.
But if you look closely, you can see that although their clothes are the most popular style, the materials are very poor, and you can even see stitching in inconspicuous places.
Some soldiers couldn't resist the temptation and couldn't control their lower body desires, so they walked in.
Woodley was not interested in this. He chuckled lightly and froze his body the moment he was about to turn around.
One of those girls gave him a feeling of déjà vu.
This is the dream girl he has always had unrequited love for, a lovely girl who once loved to laugh.
After observing carefully for a few minutes, Woodley walked across the street. The girl who had fallen into the dust obviously did not recognize him. She looked at the officer who grabbed him strangely, which made him feel like he had lost his soul.
He followed the girl into the hotel suite as if he were a piece of wood. Seeing the girl putting bath water in the bathroom, Woodley asked mysteriously:
"Are you Amanda from Poitou?"
The girl paused suddenly, then looked back at Woodley and said:
"No, my name is Alice, sir!"
"Sorry, I got the wrong person. You should know that we soldiers are all from Genoa, and most of them are southerners from the Rocky Mountain area. You look very much like a girl I met in Poitou," Woodley explained.
"Oh!" Alice looked at Woodley, her complex expression flashed away, and a flattering smile reappeared on her face, "Sir, do you need anything else? For example, wine? Or cigarettes? Don't worry, for the heroic
Liberators, especially officers like you, are not more expensive than outside."
"Then bring me a glass of wine, no, a bottle!" Woodley nodded in disappointment.
"Please wait a moment, sir!" Alice turned and left.
Soon, Alice walked in again. There was a fireplace burning in the suite, and she took off Woodley's military coat and uniform:
"This uniform is very simple, but more handsome!"
"Thank you, I feel the same way. We didn't think they were gorgeous enough before." Woodley said. He was half a head taller than Alice and could smell the fragrance of the perfume on her head.
As a native of Genoa, which is rich in flowers and perfumes, he is naturally very sensitive to fragrances. He knew that this was a local brand in Genoa that was not well known to outsiders.
Woodley's heart trembled. He raised his glass, drank it all, and then poured another glass.
"Tell me about the girl you know?" Alice said, taking off her coat and sitting in Woodley's arms.
"Well, she..." Woodley's body suddenly became stiff, "I used to work as a collection clerk for the owner of a small trading company in Poitou. The salary was not high, but I could support myself. Her name is Amanda.
My boss's distant niece, the first time I saw her
, I fell in love with her, but I didn’t have the chance to talk to her, because she didn’t appear often, and I was often traveling outside... I worked hard and saved money, and I thought that when I saved enough money
time, it will make me more confident to confess..."
"Later, my boss went bankrupt and left Poitou with his family, so I lost my job until..."
"I know that there were major earthquakes and tsunamis, and I heard that many people died there." Alice said sadly, "But isn't it the same here? It was originally very wealthy, and as long as you don't be lazy, you can always support yourself. But the rebellion
When the army came, everything changed. They were killing people every day, and the people here lived in fear every day.
This war has changed many people. Friends turned against each other, relatives and friends betrayed, rich people became paupers, scoundrels and bastards became guests of the rebels overnight, dominating others. An honest person may become a villain, just for a bite to eat.
,A lady will turn into a shrew, and a fierce woman will turn into a slut..."
Alice suddenly burst into tears. She turned her head and wiped away the tears with the back of her hand. She suddenly stripped herself naked, showing off her beautiful curves. She buried Woodley's face in her chest, and then pulled hard.
Woodley's belt.
The two of them fell naked on the bed, pouring out their passion for each other.
"Today, just think of me as that Amanda, I belong to you only, my Knight of Poitou!"
The happy and pitiable tacit understanding always comes to an end. When Woodley woke up in the evening, he found that he was alone in the room with a piece of letter on the bedside. After reading it, Woodley burst into tears.
"Amanda!"
Until a sigh came from outside.
"Who?" Woodley sat up quickly and instinctively reached out to grab the pistol that was originally hanging on the coat rack, but missed it.
He suddenly noticed a man in white robe walking in from the outside of the suite.
"I'm sorry, I seem to have witnessed a human love tragedy. A young man who was innocent and unrequited in love, with the great sentiment of fighting for love, even joined the army and went to the battlefield. Just when he was about to realize his dream, he was in a foreign land.
I met a girl who was forced to fall into the world of love. The girl had no face to face her pursuer, and she couldn't forgive the terrible things that had happened to her, so she left quietly. Well, isn't this a replica of "La Traviata"?
"
Woodley grabbed the wine bottle on the bedside and smashed it without hesitation. Then regardless of his naked state, he jumped up from the bed and rushed over. However, the man easily caught the bottle and kicked Woodley lightly.
Went back to bed.
This kick seemed easy, but it was extremely clever, as if he was waiting for Woodley to hit him, and it was extremely powerful.
Woodley held his stomach, curled up in severe pain, and almost vomited out all the contents in his stomach.
"Mr. Second Lieutenant, don't try to resist. If I want to kill you, it will be like trampling an ant to death." The man in white robe said.
Woodley then paid attention to the appearance of the other person. He was an old man in his sixties, his hair was completely white, but he looked extremely elegant and handsome.
He must have been a handsome young man when he was young, but his eyes were very sharp and had an aura of contempt for the world, making it difficult for people to get close to him.
Woodley suddenly felt that he seemed to have some mysterious attributes in him. He met a mysterious informer during his last night patrol, and today he met a mysterious man in white robes - who at first glance looked like someone from the street.
Priest of the True God Cult——If you don’t look into those eyes.
But after the last experience, Woodley suddenly became excited, and this feeling made him feel very strange.
Because after the last incident, he received a personal commendation from the commander. The commander promised in person that his name would be included in his next promotion to the military rank. Of course, his encounter with the informant was a military secret and could not be leaked to the outside world.
Seeing that Woodley calmed down quickly, the man in white robe was slightly surprised:
"Yes, Viscount Sean Connery has brought out a good army, with a posture of being calm at every turn. But this army has not experienced enough wars. In time, it will become an army that is good at fighting. He is better than Lao Kang.
Viscount Nally is ten thousand times better. In my opinion, he should be able to command a division now. A 20-year-old division commander, what a precious talent, haha."
"Who is your Excellency? I advise you to leave quickly, otherwise I just need to shout outside and soldiers will come over," Woodley said.
"Haha, you are very scared." The man in white robe chuckled, "I know you don't want to do this, and I also advise you not to do this. Young man, I am an elder, and it is natural to listen to the elders...
"
His face, which became more and more handsome as he got older, suddenly changed in the dim room.
There was a sudden explosion of embers in the fireplace. Woodley's eyes widened and he pointed at the other party in horror and said: