Great time travel

Chapter 40. Angels also need promotional packaging
Still in the dusty study of the Florence City Hall, next to the messy desk, the young literary guru Boccaccio bit his pen with a haggard face, his expression full of bewilderment and distress, and his eyes were even brighter. It was bright red, as if it had just cried a lot.

In front of him, lay a lazy little tabby cat acting as a model, squinting its eyes and lying on the window sill basking in the sun.

And on the table at his hand, there are many photos and pictures depicting various cute cats, as well as small statues in the shape of cats.

But Boccaccio's pen is still blank, not even a single letter has been written on paper.

(At this time, papermaking had been introduced to Western Europe by the Portuguese a century ago, and it was quickly promoted because of its cheapness. However, expensive parchment has not been completely eliminated, and is still used in some such as the Pope's encyclical, on important documents such as royal edicts.)
"...Mr. Boccaccio, I just asked you to try to write a short poem praising cats. Why haven't you finished it yet?"

Seeing his passive sabotage, Queen Joanna, who came to inspect the progress, scolded with some dissatisfaction.

"...Sorry, Your Majesty, it's not that I don't work hard, but... Although I have used poems of various genres to sing about girls, heroes, flowers, and birds, I have never sung about cats. Ah! This is beyond the limits of my imagination."

Boccaccio replied with a frowning face—the aesthetics of Europeans these days is different from that of later generations, treating cats is similar to treating tentacle monsters, so it is naturally awkward to write a hymn.And his mind is not on this matter, "...well, may I ask your Majesty, my little flame, uh, no, it is Princess Maria, has she really been summoned to heaven by the Lord right now, and is it true? ?” he stammered a little.

"...Yes, although I have never seen it with my own eyes, I found her tomb on the outskirts of Naples. It seems that she died when the plague just broke out, so the living can build a more elegant tomb for her. , probably counted as luck among misfortunes.”

Queen Joanna sighed and replied——Although the royal family often has fierce strife, and brothers and sisters often kill each other, Maria is an illegitimate daughter after all. She has neither legal inheritance rights nor political ambitions, and has never threatened her. To the throne of Joanna, so the relationship between Queen Joanna and this sister is not bad, at least not to the extent that the two hate each other.

Uh-huh?Corruption and debauchery in private life?The line of lovers can fill a street, which may damage the reputation of the royal family?
Uh, this kind of thinking is not wrong, but the problem is that those aristocratic royal families in Western Europe have any reputation on the issue of men and women?
To tell you the truth, in this era when the morals of the upper class are generally degenerate, and in Italy, which has regarded prostitutes as a virtue since ancient times (the ancient Roman Republic really had such a wonderful atmosphere), how many nobles are really not dissolute at all? ?Even the pope is not clean at all, it is said that illegitimate children can make up a class!What's more, Princess Maria is still an illegitimate daughter. It is normal to live a depraved life, but it seems weird to keep a clean life.

Even Queen Joanna herself had three or four lovers before and after!So since everyone is just each other, then the crow should not laugh at the wild boar black, no matter how you look at it, you can't despise Maria for having more lovers than yourself!
At this moment, there was a burst of loud music outside the window, and the two people in the room hurried to the window to look out, and found that those "angels" with great powers had somehow found themselves in the center of the most prosperous square in the whole city. , erected a giant statue of a beckoning cat with gold coins hanging around its neck, and used something that could make a loud sound to publicize the sanctity of cats and the origin of the plague.Of course, during the intervals between preaching and sermons, the holy white light of "healing" rose again and again from time to time, making the patients and their families who were cured instantly hug each other and cry with joy.

In addition, several young nuns recruited from Rome were also forced to wear fluffy fake cat ears. While persuading citizens who heard the noise and walked out of their homes to visit the statue of the cat god, they held small boxes to the cat god. They raised donations—although in the hearts of most Florentine citizens, it may be difficult to reverse the prejudice against cats for a while, but the novelty of this cat ear hairpin still attracted many curious eyes.

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While the two were silently looking at the giant cat statue and the cat-eared nun outside the window, Wang Qiu, who had a halo hanging above his head and angel wings on his back, was also walking slowly while reading a few scrolls with his head down. come over.Boccaccio didn't pay much attention to it at first, but he just glanced at it by chance, and then he recognized the manuscript in the angel's hand. Immediately, his body trembled, his legs trembled, and a large drop of cold sweat slowly trickled down from his forehead. .

"...Master Angel, about these indecent articles, uh, I think I can explain..."

"...It's okay, it's okay, it's just a few love poems and some pornographic jokes, and it's written in such a subtle way that it can be shown to children."

Noticing that Boccaccio was pale and trembling, as if he was about to be sentenced to death, Wang Qiu raised his eyebrows disapprovingly, raised the scrolls and said, "...Sorry, I didn't get your consent. I just looked at these things I found in the study. However, since Praise has assigned you the responsibility of drafting propaganda documents, we must try to understand your literary skills and see how good your writing is..."

——As we all know, in the history of mankind, the standards of many things are constantly developing and changing.Those erotic poems and pornographic articles written by Boccaccio, in the eyes of people of this era, can already be called shameless and immoral. In the eyes of modern people, novels may not even be considered pornography—the words in these articles and poems are too vague and empty, and when expressing the beauty and temptation of female bodies and the taboo pleasure of cheating, they also use A bunch of incomprehensible metaphors and allusions.Of course, the sense of rhythm and rhythm of the style is well grasped, and the sentences are very regular, but it just makes people unable to understand what they are talking about...

If the theme is not considered, these things are probably similar to the theme lyrics of some third-rate anime works that make people understand.

From Wang Qiu's point of view, Boccaccio can barely be regarded as a qualified gossip master, but he is still ten blocks away from an excellent erotic writer!
However, given the asceticism that the church has been promoting for so many years, Boccaccio obviously didn't dare to think so, and even thought that the "angel" in front of him was talking ironically... Seeing this guy's face pale with fright, his teeth trembling, his body seemed Sifting the chaff, he looks like he can't even speak fluently.Wang Qiu scratched his hair in distress, not knowing how to explain and appease, and finally decided to speak with facts: I saw that he took out his smartphone and called up an "art film" he treasured - "Victoria's Secret "Series of angel-themed underwear shows, and then turn the volume of the smartphone to the maximum.

So, Queen Joanna and Boccaccio were stunned to see that on this small screen, a magnificent and luxurious palace was displayed, and there were many beautiful girls in bikinis with snow-white wings on their backs. In the palace, they displayed their beautiful bodies boldly, posing with each other, drinking wine, singing and dancing, kissing and playing, doing all kinds of charming things... Such a sensual enjoyment that transcended the times for hundreds of years immediately made people feel ashamed. Boccaccio's face turned red for a while, and he couldn't help shouting:

"...Oh, God! Do you angels enjoy such a wonderful life every day in the kingdom of the Lord?" He said enviously.

"...Hey, how is this possible? Such top-notch luxury enjoyment, how can poor people like me afford it?" Wang Qiu sighed helplessly, and replied rather "modestly", "... …If you want to step into the top-level clubs that are full of luxury and luxury, and embrace such a world-class supermodel, you must have a net worth of hundreds of millions of dollars. Well, it is probably equivalent to more than 100 million Buddhas on your side. Rollin gold coins!"

This amount of money, which has exceeded the limit of the imagination of Europeans in the Middle Ages, immediately frightened Boccaccio, who was still a little lustful just now.

"...What? More than 100 million florins? God! You are not mistaken! Even the king may not have such a large amount of property! I have read the accounts of the Florentine Mint before, even if the Buddhas circulating in the entire world Adding up all the gold coins, I'm afraid there may not be 100 million pieces!"

Boccaccio murmured like this, but his eyes were still staring at the screen of the smartphone, and he couldn't bear to take it away, "...But, it is probably my luck to be able to watch such a scene... ...Eh? The scene seems to have changed? This, oh my god... this is..."

For some unknown reason, his eyes suddenly became brighter and brighter, and the breathing in his nostrils gradually became heavier.

Seeing this, Wang Qiu couldn't help but blinked his eyes in confusion. He also turned his head to look at the screen of his smartphone and found that the video file of "Victoria's Secret" angel-themed lingerie show had finished playing and entered the next video file, " Playboy" ("Playboy") cat-ear girl feature photo movie, the interesting scene ♀ is definitely more exciting than the previous movie: a group of people are almost completely naked, with delicate and fair skin, and graceful figure The charming girl with cat ears wearing only cat ear clips, a bell collar, toy cat claws, and a plug-in cat tail is meowing infinitely coquettishly, sticking out her pink tongue, surrounding a woman The muscular guy with eight-pack abs acts cute and sells meat, blows, licks and sucks...

Seeing such an undisguised sexual carnival, even though Queen Joanna and Mr. Boccaccio present were bed-tested and not young, they couldn't help but blush a little.And the great writer Boccaccio, who was still exhausted in thinking, suddenly opened his mind, and found that he seemed to have an inspiration...

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One day later, the city of Florence, the Cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore, the temporary station of the "angels" who traversed the city

"...Jesus! Look, look what this is all about? I asked him to write hymns and short essays about cats, and what did he come up with? A bunch of dirty jokes about how to bring down a cat-ear girl And erotic poems?!!! Are priests going to preach in brothels with these things?"

Bathed in the colorful sunlight that shines into the room through the stained glass mosaic, looking at the pile of scrolls with wet ink in front of it, Doraemon couldn't help but feel the veins twitching on his forehead, and complained to Wang Qiu who sent the manuscript, " ...How does this Mr. Boccaccio do things?"

"...Hey, this is actually not bad! Doraemon, after all, he has specialized in pornographic literature for decades. Wouldn't it be embarrassing for him to switch to writing popular science explanatory texts? Besides, using If these things are promoted, at least more cat ear clips, toy cat claws, bell collars and cat tails can be sold, which is equivalent to erecting a positive social image of cats in a sense..."

Ma Tong smiled and came over to smooth things over, "...According to my idea! Generally speaking, those who like to have sex with cat-eared girls, even if they don't particularly love cats, at least they don't hate cats very much!" She Said it out of character as usual.

"...That's not necessarily the case! Miss Ma Tong! Many office workers like those shop girls who wear revealing leather clothes and dress up as little devils, but do they like real devils?" Doraemon was very sharp. He complained, but then he rubbed his head again with a headache, and sighed, "...Okay! Since it's already like this, even if it's waste recycling, let's make do with printing these little yellow texts into leaflets and distributing them. Anyway, it shouldn’t be something particularly important. Now there is a bigger problem, and we need to figure out how to deal with it..."

"...bigger trouble? Could it be that you can't raise money in Florence recently?" Wang Qiu asked with a frown.

"...That's not true. Florence is also a famous financial center anyway. Wall Street in the Renaissance era is full of rich people-of course, it is calculated by the wealth standards of this era. Although most of their property On the account, real gold and silver are relatively scarce like other places, but at least 20 billion yen worth of property should still be able to come together... Just now, a representative of the Medici family bank sent [-] florin gold coins Come here, and the church in Florence can give at least [-] florins in kind and in cash..."

Doraemon explained in this way, but then changed the topic, "...the real problems are those places where we have raised funds - the old man the Pope just came over and complained to us, Because we have looted all the churches and monasteries, and seized many people's small coffers, some church members in Rome and Avignon are now very resentful. Although they dare not openly confront us angels, they are always passive. You sabotage your work, you refuse to preach the sanctity of cats, and you even spread bad things about us among the people..."

"...God! These bastards really don't know what to do!" Wang Qiu's eyes widened when he heard this, "...If it weren't for us, most of them would probably die How can we care about money? Besides, we haven’t touched their most valuable real estate!”

"...No way! One moment and another moment! When they were dying of illness, they naturally wished to exchange all their family property for their own health, but after they recovered, they began to feel distressed again, too late to regret, and even Rebuke us for not treating diseases and saving lives for free!"

Doraemon sighed helplessly again, "...No matter what era, human desires are always rising and endless..."