Chapter 632 9.55

Chapter 632 55

The Romans’ courtyard decoration was completely beyond the imagination of the Vikings. Google search reading

In Constantinople, where every inch of land is precious, the courtyard of the mansion they entered was not large, but the decorations in every part were extremely elegant. From the main door all the way into the main hall, you can see a picture of perfect proportions no matter where you look in any direction.

Along the way, whether it is the beautifully carved mermaid statues, the exquisitely constructed bouquets of flowers, or the exotic trees, you can see the unique aesthetics of the owner.

Latin, the common language of the Romans, was a new language for everyone who entered the scene. Except for Alfred, who had lived in Rome, no one among the Vikings could understand what the enthusiastic butler said along the way. What.

But for them, being able to have a hot meal for free immediately after entering the city is a beautiful thing no matter how you look at it.

However, after just 3 minutes, the beautiful thing turned into an ordeal.

**

It must be said that the noble family that Phoenix chose to have dinner with was quite tasteful.

The "Crassus" family was one of the oldest Roman nobles in the Byzantine Empire. Their ancestors can even be traced back to the Roman Republic in 115 BC.

"Marcus Licinius Crassus" was the richest Roman during the Republic. It was known at that time that as long as there was a business with a name in the kingdom, it would be secretly controlled by members of the Crassus family.

Marcus even worked with Caesar and Pompey to form a political alliance known as the "First Triumvirate". Its purpose was to fight against the Senate and restore the republican kingdom to a monarchy.

It is a pity that the old Crassus was prosperous in business, but he was not favored by Ares, the god of war. In the war with the Parthian Empire in 53 BC, he was defeated and died, ending the legend of the richest man in Rome.

Although the old Crassus died, his commercial kingdom throughout the Mediterranean still existed. Thousands of years later, although it has no longer regained the glory of its ancestors, the three words "Crasus" are still a gold sign in Constantinople.

As the oldest noble in the kingdom, the family still firmly controls 3 seats in the Senate, and has tens of millions of properties under his command.

Tomorrow is the King's birthday, and the guests invited by the current patriarch of the Crassus family, Maxima Crassus, are all wealthy businessmen and nobles who have traveled thousands of miles to the royal city to attend the birthday event.

After entering the lobby, a nobleman of about forty or fifty wearing brocade and satin was changing cups.

Sartre, Gulaur and several other villagers from Scandinavia had never seen such a battle before.

After entering the door, before he had time to carefully observe his position, an old Roman man wrapped in luxurious silk and satin hurriedly greeted him.

"Hail Mary!"

Look, what did I see? ! The son of the great "King of Paris" Loki Starago walked into my mansion!

To all my dear friends, today is truly a good day that is destined to be remembered!

Phoenix opened his arms and laughed, and the pudgy old man in front of him hugged him cordially.

"Oh, Brother Gore, you are making good progress!"

The old man did not forget the dozen companions behind Phoenix.

Among all the merchants making a living in Constantinople, the mother and son of the Skylark Chamber of Commerce are the most difficult guests to invite. The Viking princess Mohlantin often appears in the palace, dealing with dignitaries from various countries almost every day to discuss new business routes.

This time they met with Sartre, Gulaur and his entourage. Gol Marash, who was over sixty years old, was still present, but Mohrantin was not.

This is because she was not in the Byzantine Empire at all at this time, but was negotiating a new road on the East-West Continental Bridge thousands of miles away.

When his mother left, Phoenix Starago had to take care of the family business and rarely went out to socialize every day.

In Constantinople, it was never difficult for the upper class nobles to provide money. Anyone can afford to set up dozens or twenty tables of good wine and good food. The real difficulty is how to invite this extremely busy group of guests to the house.

Phoenix appeared in his mansion silently. Not only was this not rude,

On the contrary, it gave me enough face.

Old Crassus suddenly felt that his face was full of energy, and even though there were several tall Vikings standing behind Phoenix, he did not hesitate to hug him.

This was very painful for Gulaur and Sartre who entered the hall together.

After traveling all the way to Constantinople, I thought I would find some Roman women to relive the warmth of the human world. I didn't expect that the first time I touched a human body after entering the city was an old man whose whole body exuded the strong scent of powder.

What's even more frightening is that Roman nobles generally had the habit of wearing makeup.

Not only was this fat old man's whole body fragrant, he had a thick layer of powder on his cheeks, and even a layer of red lipstick on his lips.

This made the Vikings, who had not seen much of the market, almost die on the spot. The two of them forced out false smiles to complete this terrible social etiquette.

But this was just the beginning of a long day.

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Although Phoenix Starago also has Viking blood flowing in his body.

But from all aspects, he, Sartre, and Gulaur are two completely different Vikings.

Sater and Guraul were both born as commoners. Sater had been worried about tomorrow's food since he was born. In his memory, he didn't seem to have a full stomach for a single day throughout his youth.

Even if he occasionally caught wild boars and brown bears, he could only eat a small part of them.

There was nothing he could do about it.

Many tribesmen in the village could only eat a hot meal for several days.

Guraul was even more miserable.

Sater was a Viking seaman after all, but he was robbed from the east coast of the Baltic Sea by "Swain Gonk" from Fog Duck Town when he was young.

After entering Fog Duck Town, he worked as a Slavic serf for 10 years.

If Swain Gonk hadn't chosen to attack Hanshui Village in full force, Guraul's fate would most likely be the same as other Slavic slaves, living in busyness and hunger until he was in his twenties.

Then he died in obscurity while working.

On the other hand,

when Phoenix was born, his biological father Loki had already captured Paris and was on his way to unify the English Isles. His biological mother Mehrandin successfully returned to Constantinople with a huge amount of assets, attracting the city's nobles to visit.

Phoenix grew up in this environment.

Not to mention hunger, even the gold and silver that merchants flocked to were just rows of shining metals in his eyes. Since he could remember, he needed to adapt to a new social system.

In the cognition of others, the way people interact with each other is just like today, through one banquet after another, horse racing, duel or hunting, using the common etiquette among the nobles to expand their network.

Then try to transform the network into capital.

Sartre and Gulaul had no idea what he was doing, which was actually very normal.

However, this was the son of the king after all.

They could only passively follow him and listen to him introduce the guests in the room to the two of them one by one.

"This Donglu man is called Li Xin, from the Eastern Tang Dynasty, and is said to be a very powerful sword cultivator.",

Hearing the word sword cultivator, Gulaul and Sartre subconsciously put their palms on the hilt of the sword at their waists.

This was a subconscious reaction that the body spontaneously formed during the 13 years of struggling to survive in the underworld.

Phoenix didn't understand these two uncles, but that didn't mean that old man Gore, who was following behind him, didn't understand. After sensing the murderous aura, he immediately pulled the two aside and walked to the crystal dining table near the wall.

"Two brothers, no one will take the initiative to trade in such occasions. You must suppress your impulse and don't let your killing intentions bloom at will."

To survive in this city, we rely on another law.

**

Sartre had been the mayor of England for a few days. He knew a little about the etiquette of communication between nobles.

But this was hard for Gulauer, who knew nothing.

Gulauer, who was born as a Slavic slave, was a warrior with a good family background. Being able to get rid of the identity of a slave was a gift from God for him.

He never thought about becoming a noble, nor did he envy any noble lifestyle.

Among all the guests who could sit on the table, he was a complete alien.

Standing in front of the crystal dining table, Gulauer picked up a bread that was only the size of a finger.

The bread was made quite delicately, and it was probably sliced ​​from a long stick. A thin layer of sauce was spread on the bread, and then a thin layer of tomatoes and oregano was sprinkled on it, and a few dark caviar were dotted on the top.

This food looks colorful, but it has an indescribable strange taste when it is put into the mouth.

"Wozhi"

"Why put so much salt on good herring roe? It's a waste of materials"

In Scandinavia, herring roe is not unfamiliar to Viking pirates. Long before Loki became rich, the pillar industry of Hanshui Village was the salvage and pickling of herring. Every autumn, if there is a disaster, the herring schools on the coast of the North Sea are the main food for the villagers of Hanshui Village to survive the winter.

The fish roe that the Vikings eat is freshly taken out of the belly of the fish. How could it be something that has been pickled with sea salt thousands of miles away?

"What a waste!

It's a waste of bread and salt, what a pity"

Although he said so, the smell of food in the lobby really made the Viking pirates who had been running all the way hungry. A group of fur-clad knights gathered in front of the crystal dinner plate and threw it into their mouths like eating peanuts.

Old Gore had just picked up a glass of white wine, and before he had time to say a few words to the noble lady next to him, he suddenly saw his companion who was eating a lot in the corner, and immediately put it down and walked to the runway brother who was three or two steps away from the wine glass in his hand.

"Brothers, these are all appetizers before the meal, and they should be eaten with appetizers."

"How can you eat like a wolf"

Although there are nobles in the English Isles and the Scandinavian Peninsula, most of them are not even gentry compared to the Roman nobles.

In terms of artistic taste, speech, and even the most ordinary dining standards, they are far from reaching.

Take the appetizers that the Crassus family served to their guests as an example. This seemingly ordinary food actually contains quite a lot of knowledge.

In Constantinople, among the slaves kept by high-ranking nobles, "wine tasters" are quite important. Wine tasters only study one thing in their lives - how to distinguish red wines of different origins, different craftsmanship and different years.

For Roman nobles who drink all day, any slight difference in red wine cannot escape their taste buds. With the amount of rainfall, the relocation of the origin and the slight changes in the stability of fermentation will produce differences.

There is no so-called "perfect" wine.

Just as chefs need to arrange spices according to the properties of the ingredients, the best wines also need to arrange corresponding side dishes and light meals according to the year, origin and storage method.

The fish roe bread roll that Gulaul threw into his mouth while disdainful was to be eaten with white wine on the other side of the table. Old Gore was almost certain that before picking up the bread, the wine maid must have tried every means to hint to him that this thing should be eaten with white wine.

But these brothers could not understand Latin, so they naturally did not understand what the mysterious language in the maid's mouth said.

"Fuck, put it down first!"

"This thing should be eaten with sweet wine. You just ate all the bread. What about the sweet wine next to it?

Lack of table manners is a serious matter in this city. Doing so will make His Royal Highness look bad. After all, all the people who came to the banquet today are high-ranking nobles."

Old man Gore tried his best to persuade them, but he didn't expect that this was just the beginning of this nightmare dinner.

Phoenix faithfully carried out the task assigned by his father, but he was only a 13-year-old boy after all.

Living in Constantinople since he was a child, he thought that the world of nobles should be like this.

What kind of life did the predecessors live before.

This was something he had never imagined.