Kapitel 69: [Lewd old man; conceptualized abroad]
The sun was heavier than ever; On his bare neck, marks were left on his back, defined with the lines of a great master.
The sweat was already beginning to run uncontrollably through his body, traveling like miles of ants.
Incredible even for the deluded, no large drops were visible on his forehead; cause that occupied his previous upper garment as a band.
Thus, allowing the visibility of his vigorous body, being challenged due to the effort; on his shoulders the instrument, with which he carried liters and liters of water, his back being the support point for such a task.
Despite this, his gaze was not unfocused on desire or procrastination, carrying out the task with great guts.
He was not ideal for it, but his previous training was effective in helping him overcome it with some boast.
'What is the Chinese's need to exaggerate, what is the human's need to belittle.' Federick thought with annoyance; The cause was simple, and it was the distance of the journey.
The room occupied by the church was enormous, with the destinations being distant. Despite huge funding, they had pandered to vanity rather than practicality.
During the sections traveled, fountains, statues and beautiful landscaping were occasionally arranged; Instead, he had had to walk endlessly to finally find the blessed water well.
In fact, I had thought about collecting water from the decorative fountain...
'All in all, they are modest... I haven't seen a single fly; perhaps they are in the dark buildings.'
'Will there also be underground constructions here?' Federick browsed, trying to entertain himself in the silent environment, beyond the birds and occasional rodents.
"Hey, hey, do you need help?"
'I don't, but thank you.'
"Oh, well... Be careful."
He finally recognized that he was close, but it was not because of his soaked band, but rather he had recognized a decorated tree that he had passed earlier.
His steps were not heavy only because of his enviable physical condition; practical.
Her hair was loose, riding between her neck, covering it. His jaw shiny, at the touch of the light, which illuminated relentlessly on his head.
His muscles sleek, firmly supporting the hanging weight.
The liters of water gurgled inside the buckets due to the movement.
In the distance he could already see the shadow of a large crowd; but still, his steps did not accelerate, maintaining a constant speed of movement.
Opening his mouth slowly, he finally expelled a sigh of breath; The sun settled on him.
About him, about him, about him.
If not about him, about who?
"Listen, who are called humble people!" He shouted with attitude.
Remaining like an immovable "rock".
"My name is Federick, better known as your Prince, the heir of what you know; descendant of the glorious surname Battlemman." He said loudly, reaching out to the sick and the healthy.
"I was the one who arrived with them, who accompanied them shoulder to shoulder, back to back; a fact that weighs more than what he carried."
"Your breath, loyalty and vitality: water for each one." Term.
Thus, he approached the nearest surroundings.
Carrying the fruit with difficulty on his shoulders, taking a deep breath, he began to slowly lower the buckets; Exposing his quads and hamstrings, he hit rock bottom.
"It is free to use, each patient, maintaining order and organization-..."
...
"It's interesting, right?" He uttered a voice, a noise that echoed the simple fact of existing.
"Surprising, surprising; but his inexperience is observable, but not palpable... If he enjoys the body of a pair of ice ladies, perhaps he will take it off. Ha ha!" Said another sharing his opinion, amidst laughter.
"Although he has not had sufficient qualified training, his eloquence, ethics and professionalism are deeply impressive." He said again, but this time without causing ripples around him.
"Descendants of immortal dynasties." The man continued, fantasizing in his own mind, while making ridiculous gestures.
"You should leave "The Adventures of the Erotic Immortal Sage"... You've been screwed in the head." The other honestly shared.
They were two men, one elderly and the other middle-aged. The one who fantasized was the old man, while the middle-aged one gave his opinion regarding the young man.
The mystical variable in the formula was the clouds that appeared around him; countless nature and non-existent exotic animals.
While they enjoyed wine and vegetables, they watched from a tumultuous surface the image of the young man giving his speech.
Like a sorcerer's spell, or a mystic's poem.
Enjoying wine on a huge mountain of unparalleled beauty.
Amagatzu and a lascivious old man...
Instead, in a few moments the reflected image had changed incalculably.
The former Federick was now being tucked in, with Charles II present.
The previous image occupied only by the sick and those in charge of the church had now been flooded by soldiers who had accompanied His Highness.
Charles II explained the situation with diplomacy; Beside him, was the man who had brought Federick in the first place, who was confused.
But Charles II's concern had been deliberate, since his grandson had behaved with elegance...
Thus, Charles II finally took the task of saying goodbye with smiles, while directing a stressed expression to his son.
On the other hand, Federick said goodbye by sticking his tongue out at Elder Sap, who was the senior manager present.
His childish attitude, being ironic.
Thus, everything was arranged, everything was settled, everything came to an end, a fairy-tale ending...
With pale skin and a parasol, he turned his gaze to the sky; in his purple eyes, bubbling lifes in pain.
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