Descending On France 1780-Chapter 32 - 029 The way of dealing with country Nobles

Anning chuckled, "Could it be more outrageous than Reginald?"

Everyone laughed.

Dan Dong said, "I have a feeling that quite a few people will challenge you to a duel. Are you planning to knock them down with your exquisite swordsmanship?"

Anning thought to himself, please no, I almost really kick the bucket. The reason I seemed unscathed is all because of my secret technique, Breathing to Replenish Blood.

Scratching his head while pondering, Anning put on a troubled look, "Spare me, I just got extremely lucky this time. I don't know the first thing about swordsmanship."

Marat said, "That's all the more reason to spread the word. A noble trained in the art of swordsmanship, defeated by an outsider, the son of a leatherworker, it further proves that the nobles are not so special after all!"

Anning could see that this world's Marat was a passionate young man, with a teenager's youthful frivolity—a young man in his 'chunibyo' phase.

At this time, a waiter from the club announced loudly, "Dinner time has arrived, the club will provide meals. Those who need may come over here to dine."

Mirabeau, patting his stomach, said, "Oh good, I'm starving. The roast chicken here is exceptional."

Just as Anning was about to criticize Mirabeau for overeating earlier, his own stomach growled.

It was indeed the usual time for his dinner.

Robespierre also said, "Let's have dinner."

Marat suggested, "How about we play bridge after dinner? It's like you haven't been to the club at all if you don't play bridge."

Dan Dong agreed, "Perfect, bridge is the best way to connect with new friends. Let's welcome Frost into our midst with an enjoyable game of bridge!"

Just as he finished speaking, Anning's system popped up a new notification.

[You are now regarded as a comrade by Georges Jacques Danton, Jean Paul Marat, Maximilien Robespierre, Camille Demourlan.]

Anning was dumbfounded. Great, regarded as a comrade by these folks, it means I'll be part of the Mountain Faction once the Revolution begins.

I wanted to keep my options open.

Anning said, "I've never played bridge before..."

"No matter," interjected Mirabeau, "the rules of bridge are quite simple. You'll get the hang of it after a few rounds."

Anning replied, "Alright then, count me in for tonight."

**

That night, it was almost midnight by the time Anning crossed all of Paris to return to his residence at the Royal Palace.

The carriage had just stopped, and Anning had not yet opened the door when the grand entrance was swung open; Vanni rushed out to greet and help Anning out of the carriage.

Anning said, "Thank you, it's so delightful to see you waiting for me."

Vanni asked, "Was bridge fun?"

Anning was surprised, "How did you know I was playing bridge..."

"So you really did go play bridge," Vanni said with a flicker of astonishment.

He had been played!

Vanni stated, "As the master, what you do is your freedom. Even if you lose your clothes and pants in bridge, it's none of my business."

Anning said, "No, the fact is that they don't gamble at the Brittany Club; probably because they don't have much money. Take Robespierre, for instance, he has only one overcoat."

Vanni, puzzled, looked at Anning: "What's the fun in playing bridge without betting?"

Anning replied, "Can't we simply enjoy the pleasure of competing with friends?"

Vanni gave Anning a look reserved for dunces, then changed the subject: "Do you want a bath tonight? If you do, I'll draw the water for you, there should be some hot water left today."

Anning said, "Would you? Thanks."

About fifteen minutes later, Anning was soaking comfortably in the bathtub.

The hot water completely relaxed his body, and as he lay in the tub, he began to think over his day's gains.

In a single day, Anning had met all the core members of the Mountain Faction, which meant he didn't have to worry too much about the bloodiest period of the Revolution.

Next, as long as he built a good relationship with Napoleon at the Briena Military Academy, he could sit back and watch the world go by during the latter half of the Revolution.

As for the first half of the Revolution, before the Reign of Terror was implemented and the National Convention wasn't easily sending people to the guillotine, theoretically, even if he didn't ally with the leading Girondists and Pei Yang factions, it shouldn't be much of a problem.

Thinking this way, Anning couldn't help but whistle cheerfully, in quite a good mood.

**

In the following days, Anning led a rather comfortable life.

Christina dragged him to various small salons of noble misses, boasting about his heroic deed of slaying the Paris Duel King.

When Christina did not seek him out, Anning would then go to the Brittania Club and brag to the future Jacobin bosses.

Within a few days, Anning had gotten to know everyone at Jacobins's end.

Not only that, but he even got acquainted with Camille's Lafayette, who was criticizing several generals on the frontline for their poor performance, and Anning resolutely joined in with his comments as someone who had been there.

He originally thought this would increase Lafayette's liking for him. Instead, Lafayette gave him a look of disgust; it seemed he was quite displeased with Anning's sudden interjection.

Next Monday, Anning wanted to go out again, but upon reaching the door, he saw a super luxurious four-wheeled carriage drawn by six horses slowly approaching.

Even on the streets of Paris, it's rare to see luxury carriages with six horses—the vehicles of Paris City's dignitaries would at most be drawn by four.

Because of this, Anning stopped to watch, curious to see who was putting on such a grand show.

At this moment, Vanni whispered into Anning's ear: "That crest on the carriage, it's Marquis Li Xia'er's crest."

Anning frowned: "Are you sure?"

"I'm certain, Reginald wears this crest all the time, it's hard not to remember it."

Anning was taken aback, and after some thought, he made a decision: "Let's go, we'll check out the main house."

As a guest of the Duke of Orleans, he could visit the main building of the Royal Palace without announcement, but if he wanted to see the Duke, he would have to ask for permission.

Vanni: "Shall I send a message to Mr. Robespierre?"

"Don't be nervous, we're not going to court," Anning waved his hand, "We're just going to meet the Marquis."

Vanni with raised eyebrows: "Are you sure you're not just going to provoke him?"

Anning: "Perhaps, with a chance encounter, all grievances can be dissolved with a smile?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, he realized his translation Golden Finger had rendered "a chance encounter, all grievances can be dissolved with a smile" into the corresponding Latin proverb.

Vanni frowned: "Did you just... speak Latin?"

"No, just a slang from my hometown," Anning immediately denied.

The son of a leatherworker couldn't possibly know Latin.

Vanni looked at Anning with suspicion.

Ignoring Vanni's expression, Anning strode towards the main house.

**

Upon entering the main house, Anning saw an aging butler speaking to a servant of the Duke's mansion: "Please inform his lordship the Duke, tell him that Marquis Li Xia'er is making an uninvited visit."

Behind the aging butler stood an elderly noble with a stern face.

The old man's face was covered with age spots, mottled like an ancient city wall, with a large lump above the temple on the left side.

Anning's eyes met those of the elderly noble.

Suddenly, the old man spoke: "You look like a commoner, yet you freely come and go from the Duke's residence, and follow behind you is the Duke's maid. I'll boldly guess, you are the Duke's guest, the son of a leatherworker who killed my son, right?"

Anning did not mince words, directly nodding: "You are right, it was me."

The old man scrutinized Anning from head to toe, then shook his head: "No, your hands are not those of a swordsman; I do not believe someone like you could defeat my son. There must be some trickery!"

Anning: "Then sue me."

— Hmph, I've long secured the badass lawyer Robespierre.

The old man sneered: "Ha, you think I do not know? You commoners, recently with all your clamoring for equality, enlightenment, and even deceiving His Majesty the Emperor! The courts are all in favor of you swine!

"Damnable courts, even going as far as to overturn His Majesty the King's decisions! What they dare not do is simply unimaginable!

"So no, I do not trust the courts, the judges, nor those lawyers. We country nobles have a better way to deal with this! A way more in keeping with noble tradition! Come on!"

At these words, the young man standing behind the old man immediately stepped forward, seriously took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and threw it at Anning's face with a flick of his hand.

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Anning dodged with a tilt of his head.

With this reaction speed, Anning for a moment couldn't distinguish if it was due to the game cheat acting or his own subconscious motion.

Regardless, he dodged it.

The old man, infuriated, pounded the ground with his cane: "Don't dodge! Are you a man or not? It doesn't matter whether I throw it or not, the challenge has been issued! This is my son's swordsmanship instructor, my loyal servant! His family has served ours for generations, bearing witness to our long-standing noble traditions! Whether you used duplicitous methods, or something else to win against my son, this time you absolutely cannot win!"

Anning carefully observed the man who threw the glove, looking at his bulging muscles that seemed to be stretching his clothes.

Good lord, it felt like this guy could snap a slender sword with his tense muscles!

The old man looked at Anning with a hint of smugness: "You go to that world and accompany my son!"