Chapter 63: Total Collapse of the Middle Ages (continued)
PS: The plot of this big chapter is really difficult to divide, so I postponed posting it until now.
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"...pa~pa~pa~~"
"...Oh~~The dean's beak is so thick~~~Well, it feels so good! It's going to split down there——"
"...pa~pa~pa~~"
"...Really? Compared to that sixteen-year-old kid from the Yorkshire countryside, who is more powerful, me or him?"
"... Of course, Dean, your stuff is even better. How can that kind of young virgin compare to you... Oh - I'm going to squirt! It's so hot..."
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Amidst the accompaniment of "Papa papa~~~", the suppressed moans of a certain female Ravenclaw student echoed by the fireplace in the banquet hall. I saw her lying on all fours like a puppy, lifting her robe over her head, sticking out her tongue and raising her buttocks, enduring wave after wave of blows from behind by Master Boccaccio, the Dean of Slytherin... At this time... She was obviously so happy that her whole body was weak, and from time to time she showed bursts of indescribable infatuation.
The other two British or French female students from Ravenclaw House were no longer able to withstand the brave attacks of Headmaster Slytherin. They could only lie weakly against the wall, panting slightly, with contentment still rippling on their faces. Smiling and blushing... But after taking a short break, they continued to come forward, licking the skin of their female companion and Boccaccio with intoxication, and even gave a long and passionate French wet kiss to prepare for this physical fight between men and women. Cheer up.
"...pa~pa~pa~~"
Based on his rich experience in bed for many years, Saint Boccaccio skillfully slowed down the twisting speed of his waist, from high-speed reciprocating motion to slow friction, gradually allowing the person under him to relax and relax. Panting, and then suddenly speeding up the next moment! Again and again with ferocious impacts, the thick and hot rod kissed the delicate and juicy bud. This female Ravenclaw student who was only one step away from reaching the top finally could no longer hold on. She trembled violently, and the muscles in her whole body tensed instantly in twitching, and every pore breathed in the unrestrained lazy gas; her already red skin became more vivid and bright amid the screams. She is as charming as her delicate collarbones and plump breasts.
"...Ah————That's great...Ah————"
In the end, like her companions, the female Ravenclaw student was defeated in a brief daze and fell limply to the ground. And Lord Boccaccio, the headmaster of Slytherin who also spent a lot of energy, gasped and pulled out the small barrel dripping with some white liquid, letting the thick mucus mixed with honey from the gentle and moist flowing out of the deep hole, a His hand still lingered on the messy robe of the female Ravenclaw student, lingering between the white and rosy skin, and at the same time he praised her to death: "...Baby, you are so beautiful..." ”
Hehe, although it has been a long time since the days when he was enjoying the fun in Naples, my young master seems to be still as powerful as before!
Looking at the three women around him who were fucked by him in one breath, Boccaccio, who regarded himself as a powerful and powerful woman, thought so complacently. At the same time, he did not forget to play with their naturally charming tender flesh in a playful manner. Those soft and elastic parts can be molded into various wonderful shapes... Well, next, let's have sex with them again while they're hot? Or are you looking for the next fresh prey and a change of taste? Or maybe take a few sips of wine and beer mixed with aphrodisiac spices to replenish the water consumed during sex? Dean Boccaccio touched his chin and fell into deep thought.
However, before the depraved and libertine Headmaster could come up with a plan, he felt something strange in the eyes of the three Ravenclaw girls. One of the smartest Welsh country girls kept blinking her eyes, and at the same time stretched out her slender finger and pointed behind Boccaccio.
Mr. Boccaccio turned his head in confusion, and in the next moment he almost peed with fright, and his little heart almost burst out of his chest.
——Pure white wings, shining halo, holy white robe...
An "angel" from the upper world was standing behind him with his arms folded and an unkind expression on his face, as if he had been watching the show for a long time.
God! Could he really tell God about me? Oh, why do you feel like your thinking is getting messy?
So, after a moment of silence, Boccaccio mechanically turned his head and put down the robe rolled up to his waist. The "little brother" in his lower body, who was still high-spirited, dropped down in an instant... deeply After taking a deep breath of filthy air, the poor Slytherin Dean was freed from this panic, put on a flattering smile, and asked calmly: "...Dear Lord Angel... May I ask? What orders? ”
"...Don't worry! Mr. Boccaccio, I'm not here to hold you accountable for developing male-female relationships with students as the dean of Slytherin House."
Because he was forced to watch a low-level live sex show at close range, Wang Qiu, who was feeling a little irritable, crossed his arms and said coldly - because the venue was too chaotic, when he struggled to get around a couple in public When the slutty man and woman who hooked up and had sex approached Mr. Boccaccio, the guy had already hit the hole with his swing and was so happy that he entered a state of complete forgetfulness. I was so intoxicated that I couldn't focus on anything else.
In order to prevent the great writer from being over-stimulated at his peak state, so that his body could not recover, and died in shame in the wind on the horse, ending up with the same fate as the previous desert island savage Mr. Robinson (Wang Qiu and others in "Lu (experience in the world of "Binson Crusoe"), Wang Qiu had to wait patiently for him to finish the matter... It happened that the endurance of the organs in the lower body of this great writer was a little too good, which made Wang Qiu already a little impatient.
"...I don't care whether these women are engaged or are other people's wives, so you can rest assured. You slutty lover!"
Glancing at the Ravenclaw girls who were hurriedly putting away their clothes, Wang Qiu said jokingly with a stern face, "...I just want to ask you something. Please answer truthfully, Mr. Boccaccio. When you started this depraved carnival, the three female angels, one large, two small and three small, who were originally sitting with me on the teacher's bench, as well as the Holy Knight Levi and the round celestial holy beast (Doraemon), now... Where did you go?”
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All in all, the news he heard from Boccaccio made the originally anxious classmate Wang Qiu breathe a sigh of relief.
——Shortly after Wang Qiu left, first the twelve-year-old British Lolita Queen Qiong was so drunk that she was surrounded by the maids and took her down to the Oxford palace and the office of the Dean of Ravenclaw to rest, while Ma Tong and Han The three "angels" Seer and Gretel also went with them. Immediately afterwards, Doraemon fainted again for some reason. Everyone thought he was drunk, so Levi called a few people and carried him out.
As soon as they walked away, the teachers and students of Hogwarts, who were still under great pressure and quite restrained, suddenly started having fun like wild dogs on the loose - pushing the female classmates, and calling the prostitutes. They summoned prostitutes, had sex with gays, had fun with teachers and students, and some people got all kinds of entertainment drugs from nowhere... As a result, when Wang Qiu came back from a walk, there was a crowd in the banquet hall. It turned into this smoky mess.
"...Speaking of which, I can have such a great time today thanks to the [Translation Skill] you gave me! Dear Angel."
Seeing that Wang Qiu didn't seem to have any intention of pursuing his personal life style, Boccaccio quickly relaxed and began to return to his old ways, becoming playful and smiling, "...otherwise, these ladies from the noble families in the British countryside, don't Speaking Italian and not even French, e.g. Without the [Translation Skill], I really don’t know how to get along with them and enjoy the exotic flavor that is completely different from Italian women!" He pointed at the three girls who had just had sex with him, and now their faces were still full of excitement. A female Ravenclaw student said this to Wang Qiu with a smile.
——[Translation], the racial fusion weapon specially prepared by Doraemon in the [Magic Encyclopedia Dictionary], allows the feudal lords of Europe to break through the communication of skin color, ethnicity and language, and communicate with their newly acquired Maya people, Indians and black African subjects communicated smoothly. However, for Boccaccio, a pornographic writer who was so lascivious, this was just a tool for him to seduce foreign girls - no need to learn foreign languages!
"...Really? I thought you could seduce them into taking off their clothes with just your eyes and gestures! Great lover!" Wang Qiu glanced at him.
"...Only by eyes and gestures? Oh, God!" Boccaccio exaggeratedly raised his hand to his forehead and sighed loudly, "...if you add a few more gold coins, you just need to hook your fingers. In a foreign port where you don't understand the language, you negotiate a flesh-and-blood deal with the prostitutes there. But how can you not have enough romantic poems and praises to make these lovely aristocratic ladies willingly lie under you?"
"...Miss Noble?" Wang Qiu glanced at the three female students again. There was no elegance at all, but rather a bit rustic.
"...Yes, there is an heiress to the baronet family and a countess..." Boccaccio replied briefly.
Wang Qiu suddenly realized that these were probably a few "instant" nouveau riche noble ladies. In today's Kingdom of England, the population has dropped by at least 70% to 80% due to the plague. In the worst place, there is even a county. There are only a few dozen survivors left in total. But none of the original noble titles will evaporate out of thin air. Therefore, in accordance with the provisions of laws and customs, many distant relatives who were originally out of reach inherited titles and territories inexplicably, rising from country dirt-legs and city gangsters to aristocratic lords, while they had been feeding chickens all day. Wives and daughters who served food and even sold themselves to earn extra money naturally became noble ladies and noble ladies.
To a certain extent, this situation full of black humor can probably be regarded as a great counterattack by the people at the bottom.
In Europe at the moment, the situation in England is not a special case. The situation in other countries is similar, and some are even more exaggerated: for example, in France, a small manor owner received more than thirty inheritance and title inheritance documents in one day. I am too busy rushing to take over real estate. In Germany, there is even a story where the second son of a certain baron family rose to the rank of marquis - because the marquis and the more than twenty heirs ahead of him had all been killed by the plague... but this lucky guy His experience was not enviable, because during the terrible turmoil caused by the great plague, the marquis's castle had been occupied by a group of bandits. He had to find a way to recruit troops and travel long distances to re-take the castle. ……
"... Countess... By the way, Mr. Boccaccio, it seems that you are still single now. As the head of Slytherin, you have some status and power. Could it be that you want to marry a certain big noble? Are you a female student who is born in China and wants to have a cross-border marriage?" Wang Qiu rolled his eyes and nodded clearly, then pointed at the female Ravenclaw students who were already limping away and helping each other, and said casually. .
"...No, no, no, having something pleasant happen with them has nothing to do with marrying them." Boccaccio waved his hands as if he had experienced it: "...the private lives of these aristocratic ladies are far more complicated than marrying them." It's even more confusing than you can imagine. Lord Angel, they and their family are very open-minded. And it will become their bragging rights in front of their friends. But if they really talk about marriage, it will not only be a happy matter between individuals, but also a big issue involving family, interests and camp. Those quick nouveau riche aristocrats are just that. The more established aristocrats are, the more red tape they have to pay attention to. Thinking about this kind of thing gives me a headache!
In short, Lord Angel, if you are willing, you can choose any one, or even several lovely ladies, to spend a wonderful night tonight. There is no need to worry about any side effects, and no one will come to force you to marry them to heaven... In fact, if your hard work and sowing can help them obtain one or two illegitimate children or illegitimate daughters with furry wings, then What a great joy! ”
Boccaccio threw a few unknown pills into his mouth, and then introduced it in a familiar and enthusiastic manner. Wang Qiu was so embarrassed when he heard this: Hey, Mr. Boccaccio, in addition to being a pornographic writer and a great love saint, do you also work part-time as a pimp?
Especially pimping an "angel" - strictly speaking, this should be considered a major blasphemy, right?
"...No, no, no, let's forget it. I don't like this type of person." Wang Qiu, who was caught off guard, could only wave his hands and refuse.
"...It's okay, come on, Lord Angel! I know you must be very picky in your tastes, and you don't like bitches who are too coquettish. But it doesn't matter, there is a quiet lady over there who is as shy as a little rabbit, that's the one The Milanese girl curled up on the seat with her head buried in her knees is Hutch. She is the cutest and most devout in Patch Academy. I can guarantee that she has not been touched by a man yet, and she will never resist the angel's visit... And she is only thirteen years old this year. She is the kind of person who holds hands. A girl who is shy but full of romantic fantasies..."
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Avoiding the entanglement of the women, he opened a small wooden door and quickly rushed out of the banquet hall that was filled with heat, alcohol and coquettishness. He turned into a dark and cold secluded corridor and saw that no one was there anymore. After chasing him, Wang Qiu let out a long breath and relaxed a little.
Although he rejected the "kind intention" of Boccaccio, the great love saint, at the first time, because the two people's voices were slightly higher during the conversation, when he was about to leave the banquet hall, there was actually someone Several noble ladies chased after him and boldly proposed an invitation to Wang Qiu, inviting him to spend the night together. Among them, there was even a noble lady who took Wang Qiu's hand and reached through her neckline, directly pressing Wang Qiu's hand on the plump mass on her chest... But Wang Qiu really had no intention of developing a charming relationship with them. He had no choice but to run away in great embarrassment.
To these noble ladies, as an "angel" with magical power and supreme glory, Wang Qiu is really a piece of extremely plump little meat in their eyes - probably on the level of Tang Monk's meat. Looking down at the plump right hand that he had touched just now, Wang Qiu shook his head mockingly, thinking that if it weren't for the appearance of these noble ladies, they could only be said to be average, and because it was inconvenient to take a bath in winter, they also exuded a burst of odor. The strong body odor makes people turn off their stomachs when they get close, and I'm afraid that he might really lose control and be eaten alive by them on the spot!
Anyway, with our current net worth of hundreds of millions (albeit in Japanese yen), wouldn’t it be easy to find a few models to accompany us all night in the modern world? She is definitely more beautiful than most women of this era (although most of them have undergone plastic surgery), so why should we miss these ancients with strong body odor?
Wang Qiu sighed, put away a little regret hidden in his heart, and was about to go to Dean Ravenclaw's office to look for his companions, but accidentally discovered something even more wonderful - in the middle of the dimly lit corridor, a male The tabby cat was riding on another female white cat from behind, meowing and performing the mating exercise that mammals have reproduced for thousands of years. Not far away, there was a fat black cat squatting next to it, doing it with great interest. Watch.
"... Damn it, what the hell, the humans in the next room are addicted to a ridiculous orgy party, why do you little kittens come to join in the fun? Are you infected by the depraved atmosphere? Wait a minute. , in this cold season, it shouldn’t be the cat’s estrus period, right... Well, But it's hard to say. The origin of these cats is very confusing. Some of them were even transported from Minecraft to Doraemon World and then to the European Middle Ages here. Once they traveled through time, their biological clocks would have been messed up. Even if It is not impossible to go into heat early in the winter..."
Wang Qiu, whose thoughts were in turmoil, rolled his eyes, and could only let out a melancholy sigh. He turned on the small flashlight on the key chain and drove away these springing cats. At the same time, he applied a [Warmth Technique] to himself. Feng Xue walked towards the Queen's Palace and the Office of the Head of Ravenclaw.
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In downtown Oxford, as the residence of the Queen of England and the office of the dean of Ravenclaw, Queen Joan has her own tower, not far behind the banquet hall, connected to each other by promenades and overpasses. Not long after Wang Qiu left the venue, he arrived at the bottom of the tower. Then he pushed open the ajar wooden door, lit the oil lamp fixed on the wall with a lighter, and prepared to walk up a narrow spiral staircase.
——At the top of the tower, there is a large and luxuriously decorated room, which is the residence of Queen Joan and Head of Ravenclaw in Hogwarts College.
At this moment, he suddenly heard a sharp scream that sounded like ultrasonic waves, which made Wang Qiu tremble violently.
"...Ahhhhhh——!"
This sound is so high-pitched and clear, as if it contains endless magic power. It can penetrate directly into anyone's spine and brain, making people feel as if the Baihui point on the top of their head is being acupuncture. It is indeed a real sound. The magic sound penetrates my ears!
"...It sounds like a woman...it doesn't sound like she's calling for bed...what's going on up there?!"
Although Wang Qiu's mind was still strong, he was a little confused by the sudden sound of dolphins.
He calmed down, quickly took a deep breath of cold air, took off his feet and climbed up the stairs. However, when he was approaching the door of the room, he was blocked by an "obstacle". Wang Qiu fixed his eyes. Look, I couldn't help but feel even more horrified - it turned out to be Doraemon who fainted on the ground! ! !
Hey hey hey, what the hell happened? ! ! Why is it lying here?
However, before he could exclaim, he heard a familiar voice.
"...Hey, it's brother Wang Qiu, what's up? You couldn't stay in the banquet hall over there, so you took refuge here?"
Looking back, Wang Qiu recognized the tall figure of "Paladin" Levi. Under the dim night, he was standing at the top of the stairs, outside the office door, by a spacious stone window. There was a faint red dot on his mouth that flickered on and off, obviously he was smoking.
"...It turns out to be Brother Levi. He really shocked me just now. By the way, what's going on with Doraemon right now?"
Wang Qiu breathed out gently, patted his chest, then pointed at Doraemon lying on the ground and asked, "...Why are you leaving it outside the door?"
"...Oh, um, not long after you left the table, Doraemon saw a mouse walking around on the floor, and was frightened and fainted on the spot. I'm afraid he will do something else in public. It was a shameful behavior, so I asked people to carry him here to rest.”
Levi took off the cigarette from his mouth, pointed to the Ravenclaw Dean's office behind him and explained, while shrugging his shoulders slightly awkwardly, "...Who knows the door of this room is too narrow, Doraemon The diameter of the round head is too wide to fit in, so it can only be thrown outside the door..."
Wang Qiu glanced at the door thoughtfully and found that it was surprisingly narrow, and taller people would have to turn sideways to get in.
At the same time, there was a faint burst of high-pitched exclamations and laughter from inside the door, mixed with the cute coquettishness of the little girl... "...So, Ma Tong and the two twin lolita are also here?" What are they doing here? They were shouting so loudly just now..."
"...Ah, they are using a projector to play horror movies to the Queen of England and the Queen's maids, saying that 'it is also a tradition to watch ghost movies during the New Year'..." Levi replied, "...I am very interested in horror movies. I wasn’t interested, and I just wanted to smoke a cigarette, so I stepped out to enjoy the cold wind..."
In an instant, Wang Qiu put his heart back into his stomach and didn't know what expression to put on his face...
If he continues to act like this, I'm afraid his facial nerves will gradually die and he will become a paralyzed man with three faceless faces.
After an awkward silence for a while, Levi reached out and scratched his hair, and took the lead to start the conversation again.
"...Sigh, speaking of it, the dishes at this dinner are really disappointing! It is truly worthy of the legendary dark cuisine country! First, there are half-cooked blood intestines, and then there are whole crabs and lobsters stuffed in. The horror pie is basically abusing our stomach and teeth! There are also whole birds stuck on the pie, not even the feathers are plucked out, every one is exposed. The horrifying expression of the classic painting "The Scream" makes it impossible to eat. Even the last snack is not the exquisite British dessert that I remember. It is just hard bread cut into small pieces. Just put a little honey on it... This kind of pastry is too rough. Why isn't there mousse cake and Tisumila? ”
"...Although it looks ugly, it is still pure natural, green and pollution-free food. We may not be able to eat it over there!"
Wang Qiu glanced at him and said jokingly, "...After entering the 21st century, the concept of health food has always been popular - don't you know that the official name of mousse cake is actually artificial gelatin cream cake, tisumila Should it be called Italian moldy cheese? ”
"...Ugh - stop talking, you just like to destroy other people's beautiful fantasies! If you don't complain, you will die to the Stars!"
Levi made a disgusting expression, and at the same time threw the remaining cigarette butt out of the window, "...By the way, the banquet hall is probably in chaos now! When I carried Doraemon and left When I arrived, I saw that they had secretly brought the prostitutes in..."
"...That's right, these students and teachers who have no moral integrity are going crazy right now. They are just like those people in the 21st century who gather to take drugs, drink alcohol, smoke marijuana, and engage in sexual intercourse. It's the same as American college students. Boys have sex with girls, teachers have sex with students, everything, and there are even a lot of gay sex. The little Queen of England is watching a horror movie in the room here, and the remaining three deans are participating in the **** pushing down students or being pushed down by students..." Wang Qiu sighed and shook his head with lingering fear, "...that situation It’s really...probably like the legendary wine pond and meat forest.”
However, "Paladin" Levi was quite calm about this, and could even understand their depravity and madness, "...There is no way, although they are indeed depraved and crazy, but in this terrible and tragic era, they are also They really need to vent their stress and relieve their fears through wanton publicity and drunkenness! Don’t forget, how many relatives and friends they have died in the past year!”
Looking up at the falling snowflakes and the dark and silent city, Levi couldn't help but let out a long and long sigh, "...They are using the most depraved mass gathering to vent the fear and pain accumulated in their hearts. Looking forward to a good start in the new year!”
After listening to Li Wei's persuasion, Wang Qiu, who was still very angry, couldn't help but become silent. He really couldn't stand the crazy and depraved behavior of those teachers and students, but he had forgotten that these people had just experienced the largest death catastrophe in Europe in centuries, and the fear in his heart was simply indescribable - even if the first tragic event in the future During World War II, the flames of war raged across Europe. The European countries fought for six years, and the population of Europe only decreased by 6%. But during this Black Death, even according to historical data, at least one-third of Europeans died unfortunately. And in this time and space that has been changed by time travellers, more people have died due to the various compound plague weapons released by Doraemon... England's death population has reached 200,000 in just half a year. Two-thirds of the country's population, even London, became a dead city and was forced to burn down. In Italy, the old plague has not gone away, but new typhoid fever, cholera, dysentery, and influenza are coming again, and people are dying one after another, almost endlessly.
Even now that "magic" has come to the world, the great plague that has spread throughout Europe has not yet been completely eradicated. After devouring densely populated and prosperous cities, it continues to spread to remote villages with inconvenient transportation, causing more widespread deaths. ...Although the first few batches of Hogwarts graduates who have mastered "magic spells" have been sent out and have begun to save lives, heal the sick, and save people all over England, France, and Italy. But compared with the 80 million living beings scattered throughout Europe, these limited manpower is really a drop in the ocean and cannot be saved at all.
Moreover, [Magic Encyclopedia Dictionary], a seemingly invincible magical prop, also has its maximum scope of action, and its function is not enough to change the material laws of the entire planet. If the person chanting the spell is too far away from the location of the prop, the seemingly magical spell will automatically become ineffective.
——Fortunately, even based on the most pessimistic performance index, the effective range of [Magic Encyclopedia Dictionary] covers most of Europe.
In addition, after the plague passed, abandoned farms and pastures could no longer provide surplus products to the city. If there are more serious natural disasters, then a epidemic will sweep across Europe after the plague, and the resulting riots and rebellions will push everything to the abyss of collapse.
——When these Hogwarts graduates gather together in this New Year, enjoy feasts and fine wines, indulge in sex and abandon all morality and decency to have fun, outside this carnival place, But the gloomy roar of death still echoes everywhere...
Therefore, they are eager to use stimulation-seeking methods to anesthetize themselves, and at least seek some spiritual satisfaction and tranquility.
This is certainly a bit shameful and somewhat disgusting, but more often than not it just makes people sigh in melancholy.
"...Hey, speaking of it, brother Wang Qiu, in the past year, we have worked together to bring huge changes to European society when the world is still in the dark middle ages. There is salvation, there is destruction. There is nobility, There is also despicableness - you and I both know the things behind it.”
Levi turned around, looked at the snow outside the window, lit a cigarette again, and then blew out smoke rings and said, "...But, to be honest, all our struggles and efforts are ultimately what makes us happy." Will the world become better in the future? Or will it become worse than it has been in history?" Wang Qiu exclaimed. He was white and thought for a long time, "...Sorry, this topic is too huge, I'm afraid I can't think clearly at the moment. I only know that since we used the [Magic Encyclopedia Dictionary] to construct a magical era, the historical trajectory of medieval Europe It has been completely destroyed!”