The Sensory Animals of Ston Hill

Chapter 154 George Constantinos

It is said that there were two famous ladies in the capital who together tugged at the heartstrings.

One named Ji Luoting, from France, is tall, sharp, cold, and fair. Whether she is a nobleman or a hooligan, as long as she is the neck of a counter-revolutionary, she is equal in her eyes.

There is also one named Grace, who is beautiful, upright, tenacious, and wise from the painting. She has stood on the side of democracy since the first day of the reform, offering comfort in times of crisis.

The absolute majority of Grace's time is spent on portraits.

He sat on a chair, always dressed in the same way, but the things in his hands would be different, sometimes it was an olive branch symbolizing peace, and sometimes it was the new constitution.

Grace and her reformist allies had worked so hard on this constitution, but in the end, nothing happened.Today's constitution, in Grace's view, is thin and imprecise, but a beautiful decoration made in a hurry to appease the people.

But people are not so easy to cheer up, the fear brought about by war is hopeless.

So this time he was holding a spear, and the battle situation had become increasingly tense. The meeting would use a new portrait of the Goddess of Democracy to call on more citizens to volunteer to join the army.

It was also the volunteers who broke into the prison and killed the prisoners.

Radicals led by George Constantinos defended them, allowing the massacre to go unpunished.They just set up more special courts, designed to replace chaotic vengeance with orderly trials, but that was to guillotine more innocent people in an orderly manner.

Sitting on a chair, Grace suddenly said, "Painter, I've seen you."

The artist stopped his pen, straightened up, and denied it.

"I must have seen you, I don't often misremember things. I was in the palace at that time, and the tailor was helping me to modify the skirt of the wedding, and you were painting for me. I'm sorry, it's not that I didn't want to cooperate with you work, I just hate those dresses."

The artist laughed mockingly: "Then do you hate the dress you are wearing now?"

"Are you complaining about the king?"

The painter looked around in panic, making sure no one heard him, heaved a sigh of relief, a little afraid of him, and begged, "Don't say such things."

Grace turned the spear in her hand sideways, and slid her fingers across the end connected to the metal, "Look at the color here, is it darker than other places? Is it blood? Was there ever a head stuck on this head?" ?”

The painter begged him not to say this again.

"Painter, have you ever painted other famous people?"

The painter was silent for a while, and then checked again. It was true that no one was eavesdropping on them at the door, and then he whispered: "I have painted many famous people. Besides you, I also painted General Cromwell. I am a reformist I designed the composition for him in the image of the leader, but now he has become a rebel general. I also painted the Earl of Arundel, who was once the leader of the common people and is now a fugitive nobleman... I also painted the paintings for the leaders of the council. It’s not finished, but half of the heroes in the painting have been accused of being counter-revolutionary criminals... So I’m here to paint you, people know you’re a fake goddess from the beginning, at least it makes me feel safe.”

Grace lowered her head and caressed the handle of the spear, "Then do you believe that the portrait you drew for me can inspire more people to join the army?"

The painter looked at his half-finished work and nodded confidently.

"Then you are encouraging more people to die." Grace looked up at him.

A pained look appeared on the painter's face.

"Britain will surely declare war on us too."

"Impossible! Britain is moving towards democracy!"

"Ask Konstantinos... You said you painted the whole meeting, then you must be famous and have the opportunity to meet the leaders of the radicals. Ask him if he has heard anything about the British information."

Grace maintained that sitting position and waited until George Konstantinos pushed in through the door.He saw what the liar had done on his appearance: the once dirty and messy hair was combed back neatly, and there was a clean and beautiful mustache around his lips.Grace tightly grasped the handle of the spear with both hands, imagining piercing this hypocritical and gloomy face.

This is a coward, he has been afraid to come to see himself.It seems that he has indeed achieved status and achieved achievements that he could not even imagine.He was scared, afraid that he would expose him and tell the truth: "What George? You will always be Jerry."

Konstantinos was deeply enraged by his words, and rushed over with his eyes wide open.He snatched the spear from Grace's hand, grabbed him by the neck, and they both fell to the ground.

"You wicked bitch! Asexual bitch!" Konstantinos was still the same as before.Grace was disgusted to see that he was still pushing himself hard.

This should be a good thing, Grace thought, if Konstantinos did something to her, then he would be finished.

But he thought again: "Could it be that 'women' can only kill enemies in the bedroom?"

He contended with the two hands on his neck, and struggled to make a sound: "Britain is preparing troops, isn't it?"

Konstantinos glared at him viciously, and relaxed slightly.It wasn't so cold now, but Grace needed to sit still in that thin dress while the painter lit a fire in the house for him.Konstantinos always wore a thick coat to make himself look decent, and Grace smelled bad sweat from him.

"Did that old fox of Arundel tell you? He is a pro-British faction and a traitor who betrayed the interests of the country. Have you always been in touch with him?" Konstantinos asked Grace with an unpleasant smell of sweat .

Look, he holds a grudge so much, and still cares about those things in the past.

But it's also a good thing.He dwells on the past, and nothing could be more beneficial to Grace.

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Note:

1. Girotin: There were many anthropomorphisms during the French Revolution, and "Ms. Girotin" is the anthropomorphic name of the guillotine.I guess, maybe the word guillotine is feminine in French?

2. The character was originally named "Jerry", not because he loves cheese, but because he later changed his name to "George".There is an origin between these two names, one is the civilian version and the other is the noble version.