King's Landing in France

"Let me introduce myself. I am Emmanuel Sieyès. As you can see, I am a priest. I want to serve as a third-party witness in my capacity. There shouldn't be any major problems."

An Ning was startled. What day is it today? This afternoon, we met Mably first, and then Sieyès. Did the historical figures of the Great Revolution line up to appear on the stage?

Although this Sieyès was a priest and belonged to the first level in the three-level council, he ran to the third level and wrote a famous pamphlet "What is the third level".

There is a famous saying in this booklet: What is the third level?is everything!

But An Ning thought about it again, the Royal Palace is now the main center for the dissemination of enlightenment ideas in Paris, and it is estimated that progressives living in Paris now come to the Royal Palace from time to time.

Then it's not uncommon to bump into a progressive or two near the Palace Royal.

Reginald looked very happy: "Very good! This way we have enough witnesses, Your Excellency, you decide the time for the duel, and as the person who is brought up to the duel, I have the right to choose the weapon, I choose Dagger as a dueling weapon!"

Sieyès: "That's your right, but it's time for the duel. Let me first ask the cobbler's son, how are you doing tomorrow afternoon?"

An Ning nodded: "No problem, tomorrow afternoon, as for the place, I'm not very familiar with Paris. Is there any place in Paris where the son of a nobleman can splatter three feet of blood without looking awkward?"

"The lawn near the Bois de Boulogne is good." Someone shouted among the onlookers, "I'm still going out there this spring."

An Ning glanced at the speaker, and found that it was a gentleman dressed as an intellectual, wearing a monocle.

An Ning guessed that he might be an employee of a business firm or a clerk of the Paris municipality.

Now Paris has raised quite a large number of small bourgeois groups, and these people will later become part of the sans-culottes and be involved in the torrent of the times.

Sieyès nodded: "Okay! Then it's decided, the lawn north of the Bois de Boulogne, tomorrow afternoon! Both of you, please come to the appointment on time with your witnesses!"

After Sieyes finished speaking, he turned to look at An Ning: "Sir, I haven't asked your name yet."

"My name is Andy Frost, the son of a cobbler." An Ning deliberately added her father's occupation.

Sieyes sighed: "To be honest, I admire your courage very much, but it is obviously not wise to challenge a nobleman who has won duels many times. I will do my best tomorrow and hope you can survive the duel."

After finishing speaking, Sieyès looked at Mably: "Mr. Mably, I really didn't expect you to get involved in such a thing."

"Sieyès, you should see the courage of this Mr. Frost just now. If everyone in the third level can have such courage, France will undergo earth-shaking changes!" Marbury was obviously very excited. It turned out that he He and Sieyes are old friends.

An Ning actually wanted to tell these two that the third estate in France didn't lack courage, they just lacked a food shortage.

Sieyès patted An Ning on the shoulder, and then said to Marbury: "Okay, my friend, maybe we can find a nearby coffee shop that is still open for a drink. See you tomorrow, Mr. Frost."

Anning nodded.

Then Sieyes took Marbury and left.

Reginald took a step forward, pointed at An Ning's throat and said, "That priest and Marbury seem to think that being a witness can save your life! You are so naive, tomorrow is your death day. Guys like you, Not worthy to be around Miss Tollestern!"

An Ning showed a contemptuous smile: "If you can do it, try it. I am a person who has survived the battlefield of life and death. People like you who have only played tricks in the duel field are not my opponent at all."

Reginald snorted, and left with a group of noble buddies.

At this time, the onlookers also began to disperse, chatting about tomorrow's duel, while walking towards a nearby tavern.

The only one left beside An Ning was Fanny, who was hanging her eyes.

Fanny: "You idiot! That Reginald has already killed two men who were close to the lady in the duel, and injured one! He seems to think that only he is worthy of the lady! You are so provocative! , Right in the arms of others.

"If you hadn't thrown the gloves, Reginald wouldn't have challenged a civilian to a duel!"

An Ning: "Can nobles challenge civilians to a duel?"

"Because it will be very embarrassing. Any activities involving common people will embarrass the nobles." Fanny said angrily, "But you, an idiot, did things for others."

An Ning raised her eyebrows: "Why are you so angry?"

"I get angry when I see people doing stupid things."

"But I may not lose tomorrow."

In fact, An Ning felt that he would probably win tomorrow.

I am someone who is attached to me.

Fanny rolled her eyes: "Hmph, if you win tomorrow, I will..."

An Ning waited for a few seconds, looked at Vanika's shell, and then asked, "What about you?"

"I didn't think about it! Anyway, I will give you some benefits! But I don't think it is possible. Tomorrow, I will replace your parents and collect your body. Think about your parents' sadness when they receive the obituary!"

An Ning pouted, and then he remembered that he had returned to Paris safely, and it seemed that he should send a letter to his parents in the countryside of Caen to report his safety.

An Ning remembered that in her original family here, her elder brother should be able to read and write, so she could convey her beliefs to her parents.

At this time, Fanny sighed: "Hey, although you will die tomorrow, I am still your servant today. Come in quickly, and I will serve you food."

Chapter 017 Advice from the Maid

That night, Fanny was holding Mr. Andy Frost's dinner and was about to leave the main building of the Royal Palace when she was suddenly stopped by Miss Christina de Tolestel.

Fanny was a little surprised: "Miss, it's time for dinner, you should go to the restaurant..."

"What did you do, you made Andy and Reginald duel with you?"

Fanny looked aggrieved: "At first, I couldn't come across it, but when I was around the Royal Palace, I happened to come across Sir Fabry's speech. He stopped to take a look, and finally bumped into it."

With Fanny's facial expression, she almost said "it's all Fabry's fault".

Christina sighed: "I really didn't expect Reginald to start a duel with a commoner. I thought he looked down on commoners so much that he would never allow his family's name to be associated with commoners!"

"Uh," Fanny was slightly embarrassed, "it was the glove thrown by Mr. Frost."

Christina froze for a moment: "To whom?"

"For Reginald, and I watched from the side, he seems to be deliberately targeting the leader of the group of nobles."

Christina opened her mouth wide: "This...it's actually like this! But Frost did show a very superb swordsmanship in the process of rescuing me from the battlefield, killing the robbers who wanted to rob us in a flash..."

Fanny looked at her lady suspiciously: "Are you sure you saw a cobbler's son displaying superb swordsmanship? Isn't this ridiculous?"

Christina hesitated: "This...it was very dark at the time, and the process took only a moment, so I'm not sure..."

Fanny: "Reguinald's henchman thinks that the robber fell and hit Mr. Frost's knife directly. Is there such a possibility?"

Christina pursed her lips: "At that time, I was very nervous. I just fired a shot with my pistol, but I didn't hit anything. I was desperately reloading, so I really didn't see it clearly..."

Fanny: "I understand, everything is the scene after you beautified without authorization. Mr. Frost just barely killed the robber. But you added oil and vinegar to the salon welcoming you back this afternoon. Thinking about it like this, Ray It's not uncommon for Girod to be eyeing Mr Frost."

"You mean it's my fault?"

"I didn't say anything, miss. Anyway, it is a fait accompli that Mr. Frost will face Reginald, who has won three duels tomorrow, and all I can do is give him a little extra meal tonight." It's one o'clock." Fanny glanced at Christina, "Miss, you should go to eat too, or you will be reprimanded by Madam if you go late."

Christina looked very depressed: "This damn Reginald, how can I make him understand that I don't like him at all, I have no interest in him?"

Fanny: "When you go to the Brienne Military Academy, he will naturally understand. Now he seems to think that your claim to go to the military academy is a tease to him."

"How can that be interpreted as teasing!" Christina raised her voice slightly, which was heard by the people in the restaurant.

"Christina!" The Duchess's voice floated out of the dining room, "The whole family is waiting for you to pray before dinner!"

"I'm here Mom!"

Christina responded loudly, and then let go of Fanny's hand, straightened her clothes, and walked into the dining room with her head held high.

Fanny curled her lips, and quickly left with a large dinner plate.

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When An Ning saw the dinner served by Fanny, she was in a good mood: "Oh, it looks very sumptuous! I thought I would be accompanied by black bread again tonight."

Fanny: "Let the Duke's guests eat black bread, and if it gets out, the Duke will lose face."

"That's right, I thought it was the last supper for me." An Ning joked with a smile.

Fanny: "You are still in the mood to joke. Reginold is already in a daze in order to win the love of the lady. He will definitely find a chance to kill tomorrow. Even if Priest Sieyès tried his best to stop it, it would be useless."

An Ning smiled and said, "Instead of worrying about this, I'm more worried about whether there will be any problems if I kill a nobleman as a commoner."

Fanny frowned slightly: "Theoretically speaking, killing the opponent in a duel is honorable and legal, but..."

While tearing the bread, An Ning completed what the maid had left to say: "But that's a matter between two nobles."

Fanny nodded: "That's right, nobles generally only duel with nobles, while commoners generally don't fight duels, commoners like to fight directly. Like this commoner throws gloves on nobles' faces..."

An Ning stuffed the bread into her mouth, and found that the bread eaten by the Duke's family was also very hard. Could it be that all French bread has this kind of taste?

Where on earth should I go to eat the soft and fragrant bread that I remember?

The main course of dinner was steak, An Ning threw down the bread, picked up a knife and fork and began to cut the steak.

Fanny looked at An Ning's actions and asked suspiciously, "It looks like you've eaten steak?"

An Ning: "Should I have never eaten?"

The maid held back for a few seconds: "Now there are quite a few commoners who have eaten steak. I don't know if the cobbler's family can afford it..."

The answer is that they can't afford it. The memory An Ning inherited from the original owner has no memory of their family eating steak at all.

But it doesn't matter.

An Ning tasted the steak happily.

Compared with the steaks that An Ning ate in later generations, the spices under this steak are a bit less, but the heat is definitely better than the Chinese steaks that An Ning has eaten. The whole steak has an excellent taste.

Fanny silently poured a glass of water for An Ning and put it beside her, then watched An Ning eat in silence.

An Ning glanced at Fanny: "Where's your meal?"

"The servants will eat at nine, and I will eat then."

An Ning let out an "oh".

Fanny said again: "But seeing you eating so happily, I am indeed a little hungry."

An Ning: "Then sit and eat together, I'm not a nobleman, you don't need to care about so many rules."

Fanny: "I don't really want to eat at the same table as someone who is going to die tomorrow."

An Ning smiled and said, "I won't die. I'm still waiting for you to give me the benefits you promised. You said in the afternoon that you will give me benefits if I survive."

"I really envy your optimism."

An Ning laughed out loud.

"By the way, will you only take care of me until I go to the Brienne Military Academy, or will you also take care of me after I go to the military academy?" An Ning brought up a new topic.

Fanny: "It's not too late to discuss this issue after you have dinner tomorrow."

"Okay, okay, let's discuss something else, what do you think I should wear tomorrow?"

Fanny: "Is there a difference?"

"Of course, tomorrow I will become the focus of public opinion. After all, I am going to kill the son of a Marquis."

Fanny: "...you...are you serious? Do you really think you can win tomorrow?"

An Ning nodded: "Trust me, I will win."

Fanny tilted her head slightly, and after thinking for a while, she said to An Ning seriously: "Then I suggest you kill him directly, because if you let him live, you will definitely fall into endless revenge. Reggie will not let him go." Disgraced civilians."

Chapter 018 The Focus on the Day of the Duel

The next afternoon.

The spectators gathered outside the Bois de Boulogne were fewer than An Ning thought.

He looked around as soon as he got off the carriage, but he didn't see many people.

After getting out of the car, Fanny asked, "What are you looking at?"

"I thought there would be more people watching..."

Fanny: "The man in long pants is working at this time, and the only people who will come to see him are the nobles who have nothing to do."

An Ning curled his lips. He had already seen the parasols set up by noble gentlemen not far away, and several well-dressed ladies sat and chatted under the parasols.

Fanny: "Those over there are all fans of Reginald, and they all came to see how you, the cobbler's son, died."

An Ning: "This kind of person can still have fans."

"There are a lot of fans, and our lady wants to be a modern Joan of Arc, so she doesn't like him at all. In the eyes of other noble ladies, he has won three duels. He is a brave white knight, and his popularity is like those famous As tall as a poet."

While Fanny was speaking, another carriage came, and three beautiful noble ladies got off.

The costumes of these aristocratic ladies are not at all like the 18th century aristocratic women in An Ning's impression, but are closer to the Lolita style of later generations.