Descending On France 1780
Chapter 44 - 44 040 Briena Rose

44: 040 Briena Rose 44: 040 Briena Rose Bidding farewell to young Napoleon, Anning felt lighter on his feet, having secured the thickest thigh of the era to latch onto, and now just waiting for Napoleon to ascend the throne and rule as emperor, guaranteeing at least twenty years of a good life.

To make wall-riding even more flexible for himself, he went on collecting more associations.

He was already familiar with the Jacobins, could speak with Lafayette of the Pei Yang faction, and just needed to know a few Girondists to ensure seamless wall-riding during the French Revolution Era.

First, align with the Pei Yang faction, then shift to the Girondists, and after the demise of Louis XVI, I’ll become a Jacobin boss.

When the Jacobins are nearly done, I’ll turn to Napoleon.

Then, roping in famous chameleons like Talleyrand and FouchE, we could all change our stripes with the winds, riding the wall from the French Revolution Era all the way to the Bourbon Restoration, until 1848 by which time I’d be an old man, ready to go out with a blaze of passion.

Look, what a splendid life that is!

While Anning was gleefully pondering this, he suddenly noticed Vanni eyeing him suspiciously.

“What’s up?” Anning asked while checking his own clothes to make sure nothing was amiss.

Vanni: “When you were in Paris, you often went out with Bishop Talleyrand, spending entire days at the monastery.”

Anning, not yet catching on, simply nodded, “Indeed.

What about it?

We were playing bridge…

wait, what do you think we were doing?”

Anning suddenly realized what Vanni was implying!

“That’s not it!

I was at the Brittany Club playing bridge.

If you don’t believe me, ask Robespierre, write to him!”

Vanni: “Oh, so Mr.

Robespierre is also into it.”

Anning: “No, no, no, no!

You can doubt me, but how can you doubt the incorruptible Robespierre?

That guy, I suspect he hasn’t even ever…

well, you know what I mean…

dealt with the troubles of youth himself.”

Vanni remained unmoved: “That kid named Napoleon, he’s at the age to be in a monastery choir too.”

Anning, exasperated: “No, no, no, no!

Believe me, we really were discussing current politics and playing bridge at the monastery.”

“I haven’t been to that monastery for services, so how could I verify whether what you said is true or false?”

Anning initially wanted to pull in Marat, Dan Dong, and others to vouch for him.

But Vanni preempted Anning’s move: “By the way, Mr.

Dan Dong and Mr.

Marat are also not trustworthy.

In contrast, Mr.

Mirabeau is quite credible because he’s famously fond of beautiful girls.”

—Damn, so Mirabeau gets exempted from suspicion because he loves beauties?

That wine-loving noble!

Poor future Jacobins, they’ve already been branded in Vanni’s mind.

It seems the only way to change Vanni’s perception is to forcefully show an interest in Christina…

Just then, Vanni sighed, “I’m just teasing you.

So, really, why are you so keen on that kid from Corsica?”

Faced with Vanni’s serious inquiry, Anning couldn’t respond.

After all, confessing that he had peeked at the script might not be believed by anyone, and if it caused a historical misalignment, leading events astray, that would be bad.

Anning knew his own capabilities, relying on his knowledge of the script to navigate the era, and if things deviated from the original script, he didn’t have the skill to precisely judge the pulse of the era.

If he had such skill, he would have been financially free in his past life.

So, he couldn’t possibly tell Vanni these things.

Therefore, Anning simply said: “When he fell just now, the courage and endurance in his eyes moved me.

Besides, think about it, he was kicked out of the bookstore because he wanted to read books there for free; such a dedicated noble young master is rare nowadays.

So I couldn’t help but want to get to know him better.”

Vanni: “Really?”

Anning: “What else could there be?”

Vanni pursed her lips: “The logic is correct, but master, you are a man of many secrets.

You suddenly appeared, claiming to be the son of a leatherworker, then won a sword fight against nobles who had been trained from childhood, and also won a pistol duel against an experienced knight.

“You also speak German and Italian.

Although I can’t judge your Italian pronunciation, I know that it’s way too much for a leatherworker’s son to know.”

“And besides, I always feel that if I ask you to perform the primary duty of a Leatherworker, which is to tan the most common fur, you definitely won’t be able to!”

Anning: “Uh, that’s because the leather shop in my family is to be inherited by my older brother.

I was never trained as the heir since I was a child…”

“Right, you were sent to learn Italian and German from a young age, perhaps even Latin, and also learned martial arts, sword fighting, horse riding, and shooting!”

Anning pursed his lips.

To be honest, he just relied on Vanni’s high trust in him and focused on leaving a strong impression on Napoleon, not thinking about how to face Vanni’s questioning.

At this moment, Vanni continued, “However many secrets the master may have, if the master doesn’t tell, I shall not deliberately inquire.”

—That’s what you call not deliberately inquiring!

Vanni: “When the time is right in the future, the master will surely reveal all his secrets.

Vanni is looking forward to that day.”

—No, that day might never come.

Anning sighed in relief; indeed, his strong intuition was reliable.

Vanni was on his side, choosing to suppress her doubts despite many suspicious points.

At that moment, Vanni suddenly changed the topic: “Right ahead is the lecture hall of the Briena Military Academy.

Starting tomorrow, the master will be taking classes here.”

Anning: “Thank you for leading the way!

Have you actually walked this path before?”

“Not at all, I just remembered the map.

As for where to get the military uniform, I have no idea…

Ah, there’s a banner over there; it’s probably that way!”

Saying so, Vanni walked towards a few individuals who seemed to be senior officers from the military academy.

Anning, observing those tall military academy seniors, suddenly felt they would rush over to introduce themselves loudly, “I am a fourth-year student Junior Sergeant Sen.”

At that moment, the seniors also noticed Anning, and the leader immediately shouted loudly, “Wait a minute!

Are you a student of the military academy?

Bringing a Maid into the school, how shameless!”

Anning frowned at this shout.

What the heck, do they need to shout so loudly even if they aren’t on a warship?

As a man who had already seen bigger and more vibrant scenes, Anning energetically replied: “Reporting, senior!

I’m not familiar with the way, so I had the Maid guide me here.

It won’t happen again!”

“Damn!

Can’t you read a map yourself?

How can such a bug become a good officer!”

Anning unapologetically replied: “Reporting, senior, our military academy graduates with only an officer’s rank!”

The senior got immediately infuriated: “Damn, how dare you talk back to me!”

Suddenly, another senior grabbed the angry one’s hand: “Wait a minute!

Hold on!

Don’t you know who he is?

He was recommended by Duke Orleans and has initiated three duels in Paris, winning all of them!”

No, no, no, I only initiated one duel.

The other two weren’t started by me.

Don’t speak nonsense!

The senior observed Anning again: “Ah, so you’re the Noble Killer, the Duel King!”

No, I’m not!

Then the senior’s expression visibly relaxed as he patted Anning on the shoulder: “Although just an officer cadet, you should still know the map.

Don’t let your Maid bring you here again; it’s indecent.

We belong to the infantry branch, which is all male.

Females are in the Cavalry and ceremonial soldiers’ branch, got it?”

—By the way, senior, aren’t you conceding too quickly?

Is it really okay for you to be so friendly to me now?

Forget it, the senior became amiable, and Anning saw no point in provoking on purpose.

Anning: “Besides Duke Tolleson, are there other Nobles who sent their daughters here?”

The amiable senior shrugged: “Times are tough; many Nobles can’t afford dowries for their daughters.

If they can’t afford a dowry, there are only two options: either send their daughter to a monastery which also requires a donation, and if they can’t afford that, then it’s to military school.”

Hmm, Anning thought, so there’s this setup, eh.

Wait a minute!

If impoverished Nobles who can’t afford dowries all send their daughters to become cavalry, then if times get worse and more Nobles go bankrupt, wouldn’t it be possible to form an entire cavalry team composed of noble daughters?

Eh?

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