Descending On France 1780
Chapter 40 - 40 036 Sudden Fastball

40: 036 Sudden Fastball 40: 036 Sudden Fastball After sending Robespierre away, Anning stayed in Paris for a few more days, and then set off with Christina to travel to Briena Military Academy.

The Duke’s family dispatched two carriages, one carrying Christina and Anning, along with their maids, and the other carrying servants who would accompany the young mistress to the academy for five years.

In the carriage, Christina was extremely excited about the upcoming military academy life, chattering non-stop.

In fact, Anning was curious about what exactly Briena Military Academy taught.

Could it be just about how to line up in formation?

At this time, Christina suddenly asked Anning seriously: “Andy, will you still duel with people in the academy?”

Anning frowned slightly: “Don’t talk as if I enjoy dueling with people…”

“But the duel you initiated was with Reginald.”

Anning was tongue-tied; at that time, he thought he had an advantage, a guaranteed win in duels, so he threw down the gauntlet in anger.

Now knowing that having an edge doesn’t guarantee a win, he would think twice before throwing down the gauntlet again.

But he couldn’t tell Christina the truth, so he could only say: “After dancing with death three times, I have decided to cherish my life more.

So, Miss, I will not duel with people lightly, and even if someone challenges me, I will wisely back down.”

Christina frowned: “Why?”

“Uh, didn’t you mention earlier that I should avoid dueling as much as possible?”

“Of course not, I meant you should avoid initiating duels.

But if someone else initiates, then you must respond, right?”

Anning raised an eyebrow: “This…”

Christina laughed: “I think you look super handsome when you win a duel.

Actually, during the time you were recuperating, I attended tea parties, and the noble young ladies all wanted to meet you through me.

Can you imagine, they actually wanted to meet a leatherworker’s son!

“It’s a pity even though you have recovered, you don’t attend our tea parties but instead spend all your time with the Brittany people.

You aren’t even from the same place, why keep attending their club?”

Christina still thought the Brittany Club was a gathering of fellow countrymen, unaware that it had become a meeting of gentlemen with Enlightenment ideas.

Anning curiously asked: “Miss Christina, what do you think of Rousseau and Voltaire?”

Christina frowned: “My teacher makes me read their articles all the time.

I read them, but their writing is so harsh and hard to understand, I really don’t want to.”

Anning pursed his lips: “But that’s the most progressive thinking right now, those ideas will change France in the future.”

Christina: “Will it?

When will it change?”

1789…but he couldn’t say it.

Anning could only assume the pose of a mystery man: “When the time is right, it will happen.”

“And what will France become then?” Christina stared at Anning, “Will it be such that even if I and the son of a leatherworker fall in love, it won’t provoke criticism?”

Anning was taken aback, what kind of direct approach was this?

But my system hasn’t given me any prompts, could there be a delay in the system?

He quickly observed Christina’s expression, realizing the girl was very serious, not at all like she was teasing.

Anning: “It will.”

At this moment, the elderly maid accompanying Christina interrupted Anning: “It will not!

How can the Duke’s daughter be on equal footing with a leatherworker’s son, those days will never come.”

As she spoke, the old maid glared fiercely at Anning: “Mr.

Frost, you better stop dreaming such dreams early, it’s not good for your future.

Even if you get a title for your military achievements, it would only be the lowest rank of Lord, far from a Duke.”

Anning: “I know.”

Christina’s shoulders slumped, looking somewhat downcast.

Anning spoke soothingly, “I might not be able to enter into a romantic relationship with you, but we can be comrades in arms.

Maybe the bond of comradeship could last even longer than love, right?”

Christina lifted her head to look at Anning, revealing a small smile.

At this moment, Anning’s system suddenly updated: [Christina seems to want to cross the boundaries of love with you, but she is not ready to challenge societal views, so you can only continue to maintain a close friendship.

Your relationship with Christina has upgraded to sworn friends!]

Well, as expected, this system isn’t real-time; Christina probably had these thoughts long ago, but the system didn’t react at all.

Because Anning relied on the system to manage interpersonal relationships, she completely missed some of Christina’s expressions.

It seems that from now on, she needs to observe more on her own and not rely too much on the system.

At this time, Vanni suddenly said, “Even if you want to develop a camaraderie, you need to be in the same military unit, right?

As a noblewoman like the young Miss, even if she joins the military, she will generally be assigned to a ceremonial unit like the Guards, without carrying out actual missions.

“Mr.

Frost will definitely be assigned to a combat unit.

Because he holds no title and is not Swiss, the Royal Guards won’t take him…”

Anning slapped her maid, “Hey!

I just calmed down the young lady’s feelings!”

Vanni: “At a time like this, you should tell the plain truth and not let the mistress harbor unrealistic expectations.

In reality, once you’re at Briena Military Academy, most of the time you won’t be able to meet the young lady.”

Anning: “Not even in classes?”

“Miss’s classes are different from yours.

Her curriculum mainly consists of horseback riding and etiquette, while you primarily learn infantry tactics.”

Anning: “Vanni, how do you know so much about Briena Military Academy’s courses?”

“Because I am an excellent maid; I did my homework in advance,” Vanni said proudly, “Although my master is the son of a leatherworker, I won’t slack off.”

Anning was stunned: “Did you just subtly express your disdain for the son of a leatherworker?”

“Not at all, you’re mistaken,” Vanni said, holding her chin up.

Anning turned to Christina, “I’ll try to attend more balls and salons, and I’ll see you there.”

Christina nodded, “Hmm.

But, your participation in balls…

you can’t dance, wouldn’t you just stand there bored?”

Anning: “I will learn to dance.

I believe my excellent maid definitely has a way to teach me.”

Vanni curled her lip: “I indeed know how to dance, but I’m just decent, not proficient.

I can’t guarantee I’ll be able to teach you.”

Anning: “It’s okay, I trust you.”

Christina: “Um, how about I teach you…”

She had just spoken when the old maid coughed.

Christina obediently closed her mouth.

At that moment, the carriage driver suddenly opened the small window at the front of the carriage: “We’ll soon be arriving at the station.

You all could take a rest at the coffee shop next to the station during the horse change.”

Christina: “Understood.”

Anning stretched her limbs, “Honestly, after sitting in the carriage so long, my butt kind of hurts.”

Vanni: “Feeling sore already?

But how will that do, we won’t arrive at Briena until tomorrow.

Our journey has just started, we are only one-quarter of the way.”

“Tomorrow…”