King's Landing in France

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An Ning was finally able to relax a little while riding in the bullock cart.

He had been running all night with someone, and now he could finally sit down and rest.

As soon as he sat down, he felt the accumulated tiredness burst out, making him want to lie down directly on the bullock cart and have a good sleep.

But he didn't dare to sleep, because the young master he brought was unreliable at all.

As soon as Klots got into the bullock cart, he immediately sank down. He looked at An Ning and said, "Maybe I can take a rest, Mr. Frost."

It seems that the young master has relaxed his mind.

An Ning couldn't help reminding: "We haven't reached our army yet, and it's not time to relax, Mr. Tollestel."

"I know. But it's very strange. I always feel that as long as you are here, Mr. Frost, everything will be all right."

Just as the young master said this, a line of words suddenly refreshed on the task prompt on the right side of An Ning's field of vision.

[Complete the extra mission objective: Increase the favorability of Crotz de Tolestel to trust.Receive a reward of 50 crowns, which can be withdrawn at any bank. 】

An Ning was startled. He thought that this quest system would at most give him some intangible rewards such as prestige, but he didn't expect that there would be real rewards directly.

50 crowns... Let's put it this way, An Ning bought food and water from this old German farmer, and hired him to give up a whole day of farm work and take a bullock cart to send himself and the young master to the French army. In total, it only cost one crown of silver coins .

And An Ning could see from the smile on the old farmer's face that the krona had been returned too much.

In this way, 50 crowns can be described as a huge sum of money.

The loot I got from killing a bandit leader yesterday might not be worth 50 crowns.

What kind of spoils are you looking for? Honestly doing tasks is the right way to make a fortune.

When An Ning looked at the young master again, he was looking at a hen laying golden eggs.

At this time, the young master said again: "After the Prussians defeated us yesterday, maybe they will continue to attack General Carnegie's Third Army. We should still be able to catch up with the battle..."

An Ning thought goodbye, I don't want to fight anymore, I want to send you back to your father safely and get the reward.

Crotz looked at An Ning: "What do you think? If you participate in the battle again, are you willing to be my guard? With you by my side, I will definitely be able to..."

An Ning: "Mr. Tollestel, I think the Prussians may not continue to entangle with us. After all, their enemies are not only us, but also Emperor Leopold of Habsburg, and the Russians from the East .”

An Ning vaguely remembered that the Seven Years War in another time and space was the coalition forces of Prussia and Britain fighting against Austria and Russia.

Britain and Prussia are allies, but the British in Europe don't seem to contribute much, mainly fighting inextricably with France overseas.

Of course, the details of this space-time history are different in many places, so An Ning can't go into details, but can only talk about the general direction.

"If I were the Emperor of Prussia, I wouldn't delay in one direction for too long, give my opponents a chance to encircle me, and always maintain my own initiative." An Ning said.

Crotz looked thoughtful: "You mean, we are unlikely to be attacked by the main force of the Prussian army in the future?"

An Ning spread her hands: "I'm just the son of a cobbler, and I don't count what I say."

"The cobbler's son can speak German." Crotz looked straight at An Ning, "And I noticed that you will read the road signs on the road, which means that you know German. It's hard to imagine that you know German but Without knowing French, your education as a cobbler's boy is a little too good."

An Ning: "My family is in Caen, where there are quite a few people who can speak German and English, and there is no harm in knowing a little more language."

In fact, this statement is very false at first glance, because Caen is actually far away from the German-speaking area. In fact, there are not many people who speak German and Dutch. In addition, German and French are not in the same language family. French is a Romance language, and German is a Germanic language.

It may be easier for a native French speaker to learn Italian, and vice versa.

So Napoleon, who was born in Corsica, quickly mastered French and entered the French military academy to study.

But German is different, just the son of a cobbler who goes to the Sunday school of the Catholic Church on Sunday, and learning German is not an easy thing.

However, the young master obviously didn't think much about it, and believed it directly.

Sure enough, the young master's affection for An Ning has reached the level of trust.

At this time, Crotz focused on the war again: "The Prussian army will not continue to fight us, damn it, if the Russian army or the Habsburg army defeats Prussia, the war will end like this, what should I do? You have to make meritorious deeds..."

An Ning: "Master, why are you so obsessed with making meritorious deeds? You are the heir of the Duke of Orlan. Even if you cannot inherit the title, you still have a bright future..."

"Because I want to enter the military academy to continue my studies." The young master replied, "So I must make enough meritorious service in the war to get a medal."

An Ning raised her eyebrows, thinking that it didn't make sense, isn't it easy for noble children to go to the military academy, and they don't have to make meritorious service.

Doesn't the Duke of Orleans support his son's going to military school?

Just as An Ning was about to ask a question, Klotz, who had been muttering, suddenly tilted his body and leaned on An Ning's shoulder.

An Ning lowered her head and found that the young master had closed his eyes. Although he was still muttering, his eyelids could no longer be opened.

A moment later, Crotz fell asleep, snoring softly.

An Ning could only swallow her doubts into her stomach.

Chapter 006 The Doubt in the Young Master

After a while, An Ning suddenly felt something leaning against her shoulder.

He turned his head and found that it was Crotz's head.

——Damn it, it doesn't make me happy to be leaned on my shoulder by a man.

Thinking about it, An Ning pushed the young master's head away, but when he touched Crotz's shoulder, he suddenly felt suspicious.

"Is this guy's shoulders a bit too narrow?" An Ning muttered, holding Crotz's shoulders with both hands, one left and one right. Obviously, as a man's shoulders, the shoulders are not wide enough.

Once doubt arises, everything in An Ning's eyes suddenly becomes suspicious.

Like Crotz's smooth jaw.

An Ning herself belongs to the type of beard that grows faster, and it feels hairy to the touch after a day without shaving.

But Crotz's chin was smooth to the touch, without any prickly feeling.

Even if he is young, he shouldn't be so smooth, right?

An Ning glanced at the old German farmer who was driving in front of him, and after making sure that the other side was not paying attention to the back, he gently checked Klotz's chest muscles.

——Is this hard or soft?

Even a girl may have a flat chest, but I can only confirm it directly...

Crotz wore tight trousers commonly seen by nobles on his lower body. The length of the trousers just reached the knees, and the legs below the knees were wrapped in white stockings.

From the perspective of future generations, if this dress is worn on a woman, it is quite sexy?

It's a pity that women in this era don't wear it like this. On the contrary, all aristocratic gentlemen wear tights and stockings like this.

Still white silk.

An Ning stared at Crotz's trousers, thinking that if it was a man, the shape of the trousers would be too undulating.

But is it a bit too much to check directly? What if someone just woke up?

I have just completed the extra task objective, which has raised Klotz's favorability to trust, and the reward of fifty crowns is still in the bank and has not been taken yet.

In order to satisfy my curiosity, I lost my goodwill all at once, isn't it a little bit worth the loss?

——If I pretend I haven’t found anything here, there won’t be any negative effects. The only problem is that I can’t satisfy my curiosity.

Besides, if Klotz is really a woman, I will have a chance to find out later—it is impossible for him not to go to the toilet, right?

After making up her mind, An Ning suppressed her curiosity and pretended not to notice anything.

Just at this time, the old German farmer turned his head and said to An Ning in high German with a strong accent: "The border of our lord's territory is about to go further. Although I am not a serf, but..."

An Ning: "You took a silver coin of one crown, think about that silver coin, think about its attractive luster."

The old farmer thought for a while, then drove the car and continued on.

Under the leadership of Frederick II and Empress Teresa, the nobles of Germany should have carried out the reform of serfdom and liberated some serfs.

The old farmer was probably the lord's serf when he was young, and then he was freed. Now he still dare not cross the border of the lord's land easily.

The bullock cart wobbled across the territorial dividing line.

An Ning saw an abrupt stone pier on the side of the road, and guessed that it was a boundary marker.

He doesn't know if it's specific.

Not far after passing the boundary marker, the bullock cart passed a group of rout soldiers wearing the white uniforms of the French army.

A rout soldier rolled up a flag full of irises, using the flagpole as a crutch, and walked with a limp.

When the soldier saw the ox cart, he immediately opened his mouth to say something, only to see An Ning and young master Crotz on the ox cart.

He stared at Crotz's half-moon dog tag, and finally curled his lips and looked away.

An Ning guessed that the soldier wanted to take a ride, but he hesitated when he saw the officer.

It was, after all, 1780, the Great Revolution had not yet broken out, and the officer lord still had some prestige among ordinary people.

When the French sent Louis XVI to the guillotine, it's hard to say whether the half-moon dog tag of the aristocrat will have such a great deterrent effect.

The bullock carts creaked and passed by the demoralized soldiers.

Most of the defeated soldiers chose to remain silent after seeing Crotz's dog tag, and did not ask for a ride.

Finally, iris flags began to appear in front of the bullock cart.

An Ning stretched her neck and looked ahead.

It seems that the French troops ahead are building defensive facilities against the hills.

Nearer, by the side of the dirt road, an officer was standing by the side of the road, yelling at the soldiers walking along the dirt road: "The broken soldiers should register here, those who can't write go over there, and tell the secretary Officials should state their names, those who can write come here to register..."

An Ning raised her voice: "Mr. Officer, my master is Croz de Tolestel, the son of the Duke of Orleans!"

In fact, An Ning should also declare his identity: Andy Frost, the military musician of the 20th Battalion of the No. [-] Infantry Regiment of Caen.

But he didn't want to be separated from the young master, so he deliberately concealed his identity and didn't report it, so that everyone would take it for granted that he was Tollestel's orderly.

Literally speaking, this task of mine is not over until the young master is delivered to the Duke.An Ning would never allow this task to fail because she separated from the young master in advance.

The officer came to the side of the bullock cart, leaned on the railing of the bullock cart and looked up, and looked away when he saw Crotz who was still asleep.

Crotz looked like an unworldly noble young master, and it seemed that his identity was immediately recognized by the officer.

"The clerk who is responsible for registering the noble survivors is in front. You don't have to go too far to see him. Say hello to His Excellency the Marquis for me." The officer waved his hand.

An Ning was a little puzzled: Your Excellency the Marquis?

At this time, he suddenly remembered that he seemed to have read a saying somewhere that Europeans would honor the son of a duke as a marquis, and the son of a marquis as an earl, and so on.

Therefore, Croz should now be honored as the Marquis of Thoresteil, because he is the son of the Duke of Orleans.

An Ning couldn't help but support his forehead. He didn't seem to have called Klotz the Marquis last night.

But this guy's affection for him has reached the level of trust, he—or she shouldn't care about such details, right?

While An Ning was thinking about this, the officer who was taking in the rout asked him suspiciously: "Do you have any questions? Why don't you leave?"

Only then did An Ning realize that the old farmer couldn't understand French, so he ignored the officer's order to move forward.

So An Ning said to the old farmer in German: "Go forward and stop by the officer in front."

"Man," the officer who was gathering the rout said to An Ning with a smile, "You speak High German well, and your accent feels very positive. It seems that the Duke has found a very reliable attendant for the Marquis."

An Ning smiled in response.

Sure enough, he was regarded as Crotz's attendant.

This is good.

Just send Crotz all the way back to his father as an attendant!

Chapter 007 The sudden return journey

The bullock cart soon arrived in front of another group of clerks.

"Hello," An Ning paid a little attention to the wording, "I and my...my boss, the Marquis Thorestel, are here to register..."

Logically speaking, it should say "my master" here, but An Ning didn't say the word master in a daze.

After all, An Ning is a modern person, and he comes from a country where "princes and generals have a kindness". When he bowed his head to call a foreign owner, the resistance was greater than An Ning expected.

Fortunately, the clerk in charge of the registration didn't pay much attention to An Ning's stuttering. He looked down at his noteboard, and suddenly his expression changed: "You mean Your Excellency the Marquis of Tollestel?"

An Ning nodded: "Yes."