"Like what?"
"You can imagine what it’s like to drink deeply from a chamber pot that’s been sitting overnight. A dense, sticky texture, an indescribable strange flavor, and... oh, sorry, I drank too much last night, and just ntioning it makes a little nauseous."
Arthur patted Bismarck’s back to help him regain his breath while jokingly saying, "If it weren’t for today’s trip, I wouldn’t have known these stories. I initially thought Heine wasn’t good with won, but I didn’t expect his relationship with the innkeeper to be so good."
Bismarck spat out two mouthfuls of leftover food and wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, "Busenia gets along well with any student. More than half of the students from the University of Gottingen take this route to rest when traveling, and besides serving nearby villagers, Busenia’s inn’s biggest inco cos from the University of Gottingen. Of course, I don’t rule out that she indeed has a fondness for Mr. Heine, because from a purely aesthetic perspective, he’s quite the handso man and a poet. It’s normal for folks to like him. I’ve heard that even so princesses in the small German states are his admirers."
When it cos to studying, Bismarck might not be considered a good student.
But when it cos to being dedicated to dining and entertainnt, Bismarck is definitely a qualified playboy.
Of course, for people doing intelligence work, studying dining and entertainnt is evidently more advantageous than being good at academics.
Bismarck, in just a few words, managed to uncover Heine’s secrets, showcasing his skill.
Bismarck finally caught his breath and rembered to ask the reason for today’s inexplicable journey, "Previously, Mr. Dumas said we’re going to watch a play today?"
Arthur stood by the carriage, adjusted his coat, and then casually glanced around, his gaze stopping on Bismarck.
He smiled slightly, raised the cigar in his hand, and motioned Bismarck to follow, "Otto, I think we need a smoke to shake off this fatigue from the journey."
"You know, Otto." Arthur pulled out a cigar, lit it skillfully, took a deep drag, and then slowly exhaled the smoke, watching as it gradually dissipated in the air. He squinted his eyes and relaxed, his voice particularly clear in the fresh countryside air, "Sotis, it’s more important to stop and rest than to keep going, especially when you’re unsure where the road will lead you."
Bismarck frowned, took a cigar from Arthur, lit it, and leaned against the inn’s courtyard wall, his gaze never leaving Arthur’s face, "Are you giving a hint? Or are you planning to say those ambiguous things again?"
His voice carried its usual low pitch and impatience, as if he was already accustod to Arthur’s roundabout ways.
Arthur chuckled lightly, the cigar’s ember flickering, "A hint? No, Otto, I never give pointless hints. I was just thinking, since we’ve t, you seem to seldom relax in front of , as if constantly worried about sothing. And sotis, I find that when a person is too tense, they often miss out on so interesting sights."
Bismarck took a deep drag from his cigar, seemingly using the smoke to conceal his expression, "Interesting sights? If you an those seemingly harmless revelries and so-called ’performances’ last night, then I don’t see much difference from tonight’s journey."
"There’s indeed no difference." Arthur shook his head with a smile, "If you hadn’t been crying and shouting to join Young Italy and volunteered to escort Garibaldi and the others out of the country last night, I wouldn’t have brought you on this journey."
"Cough, cough, cough!" Bismarck choked on the cigar, smoke erupting from his nose and mouth, "What did you say! I joined Young Italy?"
Arthur nodded slightly and pointed to Bismarck’s chest, "Of course, didn’t you notice sothing extra on you when you woke up?"
Bismarck glanced down at his chest, where a red, white, and green tricolor emblem was pinned, a symbol of Italian independence.
With that, Arthur shook his head rather disappointedly, "Otto, to be honest, until now, I never thought you’d be a liberal. Seems the saying is true, in wine, there is truth."
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