King's Landing in France

A deposit ticket is equivalent to a voucher that can be dealt with, and can even be traded freely.

An Ning finally came to his senses, and he nodded: "Yes, I want to convert 550 crowns into gold louis and store it with you. After all, you don't usually use gold louis in daily life. Please help me convert the part that cannot be rounded up to Su, I want to use it as change."

Mr. Croix nodded: "Understood, I will do it now."

After that, he clapped his hands, and several bank employees brought in a large bag of silver coins, and then Mr. Croix sat behind his desk, put on his glasses and began to weigh the silver coins with a scale.

An Ning stared dumbfounded at Mr. Croix fiddling with weights and scales.

The last time he saw a similar scene was in the Harry Potter movie. When Harry entered Gringotts for the first time, he saw a bunch of goblins weighing gold coins.

Looking at this scene, An Ning deeply realized the backwardness of this era.

How troublesome it is to weigh and calculate the currency value for every transaction...

Thinking about it this way, after the Great Revolution, the "finger coupons" issued by revolutionary France were actually a kind of progress, but it was a pity that at that time, because no one was coordinating, the reform authorities tried their best to print the "finger coupons", and the value of the currency collapsed.

An Ning silently remembered this point, maybe he could do something about it after the Great Revolution broke out in the future.

Croix and the others worked for a long time, and finally completed the exchange entrusted by An Ning, and then said to An Ning: "We can give you a deposit ticket of 20 gold louis, and 10 livres in change. We will give you 10 livres It can be paid to you in any way you wish."

An Ning nodded: "Yes, you can give me five livres of silver coins, and exchange the rest for sous."

"Understood, wait a moment."

Soon An Ning got his first deposit ticket after crossing, and a small bag of coins.

He put the deposit ticket in the inner pocket of his coat, tied the coin on the waistband of his trousers, and said goodbye to Mr. Croix: "Then, I will leave first."

"Go slowly." Croix stood up and sent An Ning out of the VIP room.

Outside the VIP room, Fanny was standing on the left side of the door, waiting quietly, looking like a loyal dog waiting outside the toilet door for its owner to go to the toilet.

At this time, An Ning suddenly discovered that Fanny's maid dress was not a long skirt, but showed her calves in white stockings.

This is the design of the maid outfits of later generations. Theoretically, the maid outfits of this era should be long skirts that always cover the ankles!

An Ning hurriedly asked, "Fanny, why does your maid outfit have such a long skirt?"

Only then did Fanny notice that An Ning had come out from inside. She rolled her eyes and asked, "If the skirt is too long, wouldn't it be stained with dirt on the ground? I am the maid of the Duke's house, so I won't work like an ordinary worker." Women wear long skirts. That's the same as you don't wear trousers, Mr. Frost."

An Ning was speechless.

It seems that the logic of this time and space is this: nobles and rich people wear chaps and white stockings because they dislike the dirty ground, so naturally women from noble families will not wear too long skirts.

Trousers and long skirts are only worn by laborers without money.

Also... quite reasonable, at least its own logic is closed loop.

wait a minute!An Ning suddenly realized something!So in this time and space, I can often see beautiful girls with white silk?

He glanced at Fanny's white silk again.

The moment she saw the white silk, An Ning suddenly felt that the world was not only inconvenient.

Fanny: "Have you finished your work?"

An Ning patted her purse: "It's done, take out some change."

"You are the Duke's guest, theoretically speaking, you should not need change." Fanny said, "Then, I will follow the order of the head maid and take you to the tailor. If you need anything, we will Let’s do some shopping.”

An Ning was about to answer when he saw Mr. Croix from the bank come out of the VIP room.

His eyes fell on Croix's wig, and he thought about whether to buy a wig for himself...

Fanny: "The nobles in Paris will not treat you as their own just because you wear a wig. In fact, news should have spread by now that the lady's benefactor is the son of a cobbler."

An Ning: "Can you read minds?"

"How is it possible! As a servant, I'm just better at observing words and expressions. Besides, you just stared straight at the banker's wig, which is very obvious."

An Ning: "So your suggestion is that I don't need to get a wig?"

"No need at all. People who should respect you will not disrespect you just because you don't have a wig. On the contrary, people who look down on you, seeing your wig is just another excuse to laugh at you."

An Ning raised his eyebrows, and then he suddenly thought of something, so he asked Fanny: "What about you? Are you the one who looks down on me, or the one who respects me?"

Fanny: "I'm someone who doesn't know you yet. I'll decide my attitude towards you when I get to know you. Let's not talk about this, let's go."

Chapter 015

The subsequent process, rounded up, is equivalent to Fanny taking An Ning to Paris for a date.

At least that's how An Ning imagined herself.

In her previous life, An Ning had been doing shopping with girls in groups, and she had almost zero experience of shopping alone with a girl like this.

After all, he was still busy fighting for his future 996 before crossing over, and had no time to think about solving personal problems.

Taking An Ning with her, Fanny went to a tailor's shop to buy clothes, a daily necessities store to buy wallets and other daily necessities, and finally drank a cup of coffee at a roadside cafe.

When the sun began to set, An Ning finally returned to the vicinity of the Royal Palace in the rental carriage that Fanny rented.

No sooner had he got out of the carriage than he heard someone addressing the crowd in the street.

The speaker, a wig-wearing aristocrat, waved his hands and roared at the crowd: "In the New World, people have thrown out the king and declared that all men are created equal! New Worlders can do that, and we naturally That's fine too! Why are nobles and priests born nobler than us?"

An Ning slowed down a little, because the person who spoke looked like a nobleman, a nobleman, who actually opposed the privileges of the nobleman in his speech...

Just when An Ning was puzzled, someone among the onlookers joked, "Marbury! Where did you steal another wig?"

The speaker roared: "I am a nobleman myself! But just because I am a nobleman, I know that we are nothing special, it's just that there is an extra 'de' in our name! This does not make us smarter!"

An Ning thought for a while, and finally remembered who this was.

Gabriel de Mabry, Enlightenment thinker, utopian socialist, if I remember correctly, he is 71 years old, and he is still speaking in the public space of the Royal Palace.

At this time, some onlookers shouted: "Come down, Marbury, I'm here because I want to hear about the queen's affair!"

"And Madame Lamballe's affair!" echoed another.

"You only know these affairs! But I'm talking about the human rights of everyone! You can never become the citizens Rousseau said!"

The old gentleman began to curse.

An Ning was enjoying watching, when Fanny coughed suddenly, which attracted his attention.

"As long as you live in the Royal Palace, you can see such a scene every day. What Paris lacks most are speeches, debates, and duels." Fanny said, "Go in quickly, it will be dinner time soon."

An Ning: "Is this situation really common?"

"Yes, after all, the night is approaching, and the trousers are used to going to the pub for a drink after work. In the house rented by the Duke, some of the best pubs in Paris have opened. So at this time, the trousers will ask this Gather around and there will be people like Mr Mably preaching to them."

An Ning muttered, "Pants guy..."

Later generations talked about the French revolution, and they all liked to call the Parisian citizens sans-culottes, in order to emphasize the difference between them and the nobles.

It is estimated that this guy in trousers is the origin of the term "sans-culottes man".

Fanny stepped forward and pushed An Ning's back: "Let's go, it's time to eat."

Just like that, An Ning was pushed all the way to her master's place. At this time, several young people dressed as nobles came out from the side door of the Royal Palace, and happened to have a face-to-face meeting with An Ning.

An Ning heard Fanny who was pushing her behind mutter, "Damn, we still met."

It seemed Fanny knew something.

"Look, this is the son of the cobbler that Christina mentioned!" One of the noble youths pointed at An Ning and said, "After all, he is accompanied by Christina's stubborn little maid."

——Well, I actually recognized myself with the help of the little maid.

Another noble youth nodded: "It must be him, look at his unsuitable attire! He still wants to pretend to be a nobleman, and he doesn't think that the smell of leather shoes and shoe polish on his body will betray him from a long distance away!"

It seems that this group of nobles equated cobblers with shoe shiners.

An Ning frowned, the other party's obviously finding fault tone made him very unhappy.

So he held his head high, and responded neither arrogantly nor humblely: "I am Andy Frost, the son of the cobbler. What advice do you guys have?"

As soon as the words fell, Fanny lowered her voice and said, "Don't be provoked by them, they like to find fault with people like you!"

"Advice?" Several noble children looked at each other, and then gathered around, "You asked us to advise! Let me see, your trousers don't seem to fit well!"

"Of course it doesn't fit! After all, he has been wearing long trousers since he was born. How could he be allowed to wear trousers all of a sudden?"

"Yeah, he's like a pig in chaps!"

The noble boys burst out laughing.

Without waiting for An Ning to retort, one of the noble boys said again: "When I heard Christina talk about your heroic deeds, I felt strange. Aren't you a drummer? How could you beat a fully armed robber?"

Another boy immediately said: "I see, it was too dark, the robber slipped and fell, and hit his knife!"

"Or it's just like this, he actually wants to shine the shoes of the robber," the third noble boy pleaded, "Oh Lord robber, let me shine your shoes, look, your shoes are completely damaged." It’s mud, my father is a cobbler, I’m good at it! Then the bandit believed it and was about to take off his shoes, and our cobbler hero took the opportunity to chop off the bandit’s head!”

The teenagers laughed again.

An Ning was burning with anger, and at this moment he suddenly remembered what Fanny had just said, the most common things in Paris were speeches, debates and duels.

And An Ning has a system in his body, if he uses a western sword to fight, theoretically speaking, he will never lose.

So An Ning took out the gloves she just bought, and accurately threw them on the face of the noble boy who was the first one to walk out of the Royal Palace.

All the noble boys were silent for a while.

An Ning had a chance to speak. He said loudly, "Since you doubt my sword skills, why don't you experience it for yourself? I heard that there are often duels in Paris. I think you are also experienced duels."

At this time, Fanny came over and pulled An Ning's clothes, and whispered in his ear: "What are you doing, duel with nobles, if you lose, you will lose your life, if you win, you will get into trouble! His parents will hate you forever !"

An Ning thought: No, after I win, the young master's parents will hate me for at most nine years, and then it's up to them to choose a street lamp style they like.

Once the Great Revolution came, all the nobles were just playing around.

At this time, the noble young master who was thrown by An Ning gritted his teeth and asked, "You are so brave, do you know who I am?"

An Ning: "I don't care who you are, even if you are the son of His Majesty the King, I will fight you. Do you dare to accept the challenge of me, the cobbler's son? If you don't, just shut up and get out!" "

Chapter 016 Duel Established

At this time, the crowd who had been watching Fabry's speech noticed the commotion here.

But the onlookers didn't seem to be able to grasp the situation immediately. An Ning heard someone muttering in a low voice: "What's the matter, are the young nobles jealous?"

An Ning remembered that she was also wearing chaps now, and she also brought a maid with her, so she was not recognized by the trousers as one of her own.

But this was only temporary, because the one whose gloves were thrown immediately helped An Ning.

"God's belly button!" He said a word that means "fuck" in French, "You, the son of a cobbler, dare to throw my gloves? I am Count Reginald! My father is the Marquis de Lichar !"

An Ning sneered: "What earl, do you have a title? Just call yourself an earl! You are just like me, an ordinary commoner!"

The son of the Marquis is called an earl, which is actually a title of honor, not that he really has the title of earl.The title of title can only be passed down according to the order after the death of the rightful owner.

Now the surrounding onlookers understood the situation, and then the trousers immediately stood by An Ning's side, and began to clamor for support: "That's right! The Marquis is your father, we call you Earl just to be polite! "

"Fuck his cobbler's son!"

Reginald was furious: "What are you talking about? I'm a nobleman! Even if I don't inherit the title, I'm still different from you ordinary people! How dare you compare us?"

"What's the difference?" Mably stood beside An Ning, "Your earl is a false title, but I am the real earl. I don't think there is any difference between me and this cobbler's son!"

Saying that, Mable turned to An Ning: "Very good, young man! Say no to the nobles bravely! A duel requires a witness from each side, and I am willing to be your witness!"

An Ning nodded: "Thank you, Sir Marbury..."

"Call me sir." Mably corrected, "A knighthood is just a title, and some people just can't see this clearly, so they deceive themselves!"

An Ning nodded, and then said to the man named Reginald: "Well, I already have witnesses on my side, and there are so many people watching, if you refuse to duel, you will become the laughing stock of Paris! Tomorrow every tavern will spread the word that the son of the Marquis Lichar was scared out of his wits by the son of a cobbler!"

Reginald smiled: "Hmph, do you think I will refuse? What are you kidding, I have received the best sword training since I was a child!

"Although my brothers are trained to deal with errands, I am different. My swordsmanship is real! Isn't it just a duel? I promise, you should write to your parents in the countryside as soon as possible and let them Come collect your corpse!"

After Reginald finished speaking, several of his followers laughed: "I didn't expect that there would be someone who doesn't have eyes to fight with you Reggi!"

"Don't he know that Reggie has already won three duels?"

Good guy, it seems that this Reginold is still a victorious general in duels.

Reginald: "We will also have a witness on our side, and then we need a third-party witness. I think it's better to ask His Excellency the Duke to be the witness..."

At this time, a voice came: "Your Excellency, I am afraid that you don't have such time. Why don't you let me be the third-party witness."

An Ning followed the prestige and saw a tall and well-dressed gentleman who looked like a priest in his attire.