"Can you still taste a human being?"

Leonardo looked surprised.

Duke Galeazzo shared his hands in difficulty: "It's not the people themselves, but their way of getting along with other people, their conversation style, and so on.

"I think that people themselves should also be a kind of art. Rather, being in the world is a particularly precious humanistic art. As soon as I meet someone, I can't smell anything from him. But as I get to know him more and more , you can constantly taste the deeper taste and aroma from him.

...that's not a bad thing to say.

Leonardo also nodded in agreement: "Being friends with a gentleman is like hearing fairy music and waking up after drinking sweets." Galeazzo nodded again and again, his face full of joy and joy: "I have rarely talked with other people. Explain my psychic powers. Even the Anglican brethren are the same. "

"It's understandable," Leonardo comforted, "after all, psionic energy is the manifestation of desire and will.

yes. If I say it directly, I can smell other people like food. Others will unconsciously alienate me and even fear me. Feed, heal, and even strengthen your own soul with art as food. The incident itself disturbed them as well.

"If I'm not guessing, what you devour is not a work of art at all, but the crystallization of other people's thoughts and hearts.

Leonardo pondered for a while, and answered this way. He thought about it carefully, and nodded slowly: "It's possible." Leonardo smiled when he heard the words, gentle and tolerant, like a father.

He didn’t ask what his own smell was like—if he was Solo] or Jesus, he would occasionally care about other people’s eyes and opinions, he would definitely have asked this way1. Because at that time, he was still not confident enough, and cared very much about other people's views and opinions.

But today's Leonardo. I no longer care about this kind of thing. As the poet Dante said: "Let people discuss it, you have to let the wind howl like a vertical tower, and the top of the tower will naturally not move.

And Leonardo is the tower!

"Speak, Galeazzo.

He said leniently, "Say what you can say.

"Where does it make you feel puzzled, and there is that sentence that puzzles you, so just say it. I will answer your questions for you." He said calmly, with a powerful and confident voice.

the other side. Minister of Agriculture Jules is still running around in the carriage.

He wanted to go back to his territory in Geneva, and the journey was relatively long. But anyway, he is not in a hurry, it is better to walk slowly, so as not to overturn. If it is his servant or guard. Seeing Jules at this moment, he must have doubts in his heart. This fat man who always smiled kindly, or to use a more precise word, always smirked, was staring at the void in front of him with a gloomy face and sharp eyes.

"Has Earl Emery discovered our identities?"

He whispered to himself: "No, it shouldn't be. He doesn't have awakened psionic powers, he's just an ordinary person. From his knowledge, it's impossible to think that we are not 'Jules'." Yes, he just treats us as political enemies? "

"This possibility cannot be ruled out, but I think it is more likely that someone has issued a report to him through some means."

"That would be too easy to expose. After all, it was the opinion that this stupid pig asked the Teutonic King last year, and I couldn't open my mouth to ask for other things.

"His method would not have worked. He wanted to use the camel machine to improve the threshing efficiency and get more threshed grains per unit time. This idea is based on the premise that young and strong laborers will join the army after the plowing season is over. .

"No way, everything has already been delivered, so let's just use it. Now only four of the thirty pot machines have been sold, how can we sell all of them before the war starts?"

"Smuggle it. Sell it to the Franks, they'll need it.

"The risk is too great. In an almost horrifying atmosphere, "Jules" kept talking to himself, but it seemed as if he was chatting with another person. They were discussing something quickly. Under the white and plump cheeks, in the shadow of the setting sun, there are several blue-black blood vessel-like strips swimming under his skin.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the window of the carriage.

"Jules" stuck his head out without opening the window.

He just raised his head immediately, showing that iconic gentle and honest smile, looking at the door: "What's the matter? Open the door.

The doors of the carriage should be open. A young cavalier on a horse, slowly pacing forward, opened the material and said respectfully: "There are still two miles to the village in front... Our tonight is "Okay, just here." Jules replied with a smile, with a strong dialect accent, his tone was easy-going: "Don't use power to overwhelm others. You have to buy the food, wine, meat and vegetables sold by the villagers at a price higher than the market price, one cent Don't be short of money. We are not short of money, let alone be greedy for the money of these poor people.

"My lord, you are so merciful!

Natu couldn't help but praise: "There is no one in Teutonia who is more merciful than you!"

"In any case, the most merciful of our Teutons is His Majesty.

Minister Jules spoke slowly, and scratched his sweaty neck casually: "Go down, but remember not to be greedy for ink. Lions have eyes, so watch from the sky. Qitu praised again and closed the curtain.

If he suddenly raised the door curtain at this time, he could see a hint of sarcasm suddenly appearing on the face of "Jules".

"Jules" had a face like summer snow. The ticking melted with the sweat, and it turned into another strange but very rigid and sharp face, covered with bluish-black lines like runes.

He quickly reached out and rubbed his face. The lines shrank back again. When his hand was put down, he became that simple and honest fat man again.

"It's so hot. Damn it, my face almost fell off in the cool breeze.

The riders outside were facing the cold wind, but "Jules" couldn't help cursing the weather that made him very difficult: "This fat pig...has too much fat on his face.

"You can use it for another two months and three days, and this face will be completely oily. Get out of his body before that. Remember to take away everything that needs to be fished out, and throw away all the grain and machines. Lose.

"I remember, I remember... don't need to be reminded so many times.

"You'll forget it. With your memory, you'll forget it in a month and seven days."

"Then just remind me when the time comes." After Qitu left, "Jules" lowered his head again and started the creepy self-questioning.