Descending On France 1780
Chapter 48 - 48 044 What does it feel like to tease a priest on Christmas

48: 044 What does it feel like to tease a priest on Christmas?

48: 044 What does it feel like to tease a priest on Christmas?

Anning brought Napoleon back home just as the carriage sent by Christina had arrived.

Vanni stood beside the carriage, and upon seeing Napoleon, her face spelled “I knew it.”

Anning: “Do you have any objections to my friend?”

“None at all.

I am merely a maid; how could I dare to object to my master’s friend?”

Napoleon: “Your maid seems to have objections towards me.”

Anning: “Oh, don’t worry about it.

She herself said she wouldn’t dare object to the master’s friend, come on, get in the carriage.”

Vanni: “Miss Christina and her friends are attending mass at the church.

Are we going to join them at the church, or shall we wait for the miss to return to the manor?”

After a moment of thought, Anning figured that, given France was predominantly a Catholic country, it wouldn’t make sense to miss church on Christmas.

So he said: “Let’s go to the church.

It has been a while since I prayed there.”

Napoleon, surprised, said: “You actually go to church?”

Anning: “I am a devout Catholic.”

“Sure you are,” Napoleon shook his head, “If you are a devout Catholic, then I am a loyal subject of the French King.”

Anning laughed heartily: “Please don’t say that.

Appearances must be kept up; after all, today is Christmas.

Come on, let’s get in the carriage.”

Saying this, Anning got into the carriage first, followed by Napoleon, and Vanni was the last to climb in.

The carriage took the two to the largest church in Briena.

A lot of local nobles had already gathered at the church for the mass.

Upon seeing the carriage with the Duke of Orleans’ crest, they immediately approached, eager to kiss up, but upon seeing Anning get out of the carriage, they froze awkwardly on the spot.

Anning adopted a superior demeanor, greeting the local nobles as if he himself were the Duke in person.

Vanni had an expression full of unspoken comments, but remained faithfully behind Anning.

Napoleon, unlike this master-servant pair, acted with utmost caution, putting on an aloof bearing, looking every bit the toy soldier.

Anning heard some local nobles gossip: “How did the Duke’s household get entangled with that Corsican bumpkin?”

“Who knows?

Perhaps the Duke has taken a fancy to Corsica and plans to make it his own fiefdom.”

Anning thought to himself, these people really are country nobility, still clinging to feudal thoughts, dreaming of acquiring fiefs.

Do they still think this is the Middle Ages?

In a few years, these country nobles are likely to become mere decorations on the lamp posts.

The French Revolution was different in cities and the countryside.

In the urban revolution, progressive nobles had the opportunity to transform into new aristocrats.

However, the country nobles were less fortunate; insolvent peasants affectionately sent their noble landlords to the guillotine, and then set the feudal deeds found within the nobles’ estates ablaze.

But a few years later, the peasants missed their noble landlords and joined The Royalist Party’s rebellion, slaughtering revolutionaries everywhere.

One could only say that the times were truly magical.

Leading Napoleon and Vanni, Anning entered the church, just in time to see Christina and a group of noble ladies together.

Christina, in an elegant blue gown, looked as exquisite as a fairy in a lake; although the country noblewomen tried their best to dress up, one could tell at a glance that they were not on the same level as Christina.

Upon seeing Anning, Christina immediately excused herself from the noble ladies, lifted her skirt, and ran towards Anning: “Andy!”

When she got to Anning, she halted abruptly, straightened her posture with dignity, and extended her hand to him.

Anning took her hand and kissed the back of it: “My Miss Christina, today, you are the most beautiful flower in the world.”

Christina smiled broadly, then noticed Napoleon standing behind Anning.

“Uh,” Christina paused, clearly trying to recall Napoleon’s name before extending her hand to him, “Hello, Mr.

Bonaparte.”

Napoleon stiffly took Christina’s hand: “Hello, Miss Tolleson, you look truly beautiful today.”

It’s evident that Napoleon was trying hard to speak without the Corsican accent.

But, unfortunately, this effort failed.

People around were already laughing.

However, Christina didn’t pay any attention to this and said to Napoleon with a smile, “Thank you.

I heard you and Andy are really good friends…”

Anning: “I would say, he is the only person in the entire Briena Military Academy who treats me as a friend.”

Christina’s smile brightened, “Really?

Thank you so much, I was worried that Andy, being a civilian, wouldn’t make any friends in the academy.

I even thought about running straight from the Cavalry class to look for him in the Infantry.”

Anning: “You better not, the moment you appear in front of the Infantry classroom, I’m afraid we’ll have to form up into a Formation on impulse.”

Christina burst into laughter.

After laughing, she said, “Right, didn’t our Cavalry class help out with your lessons that day?

I saw you, and it seemed like you answered well enough to receive praise from the instructor?”

Anning: “Yes, the instructor praised me, but didn’t forget to mock me for being a civilian.”

Christina sighed, “How could they?

After all, you earned a medal, during the era of Louis XIV, you would have been granted a title of nobility.”

Anning: “Although it’s just the lowest rank of Knight.”

“But that’s still a noble title.”

Anning: “Alright, alright, I’m not interested in titles of nobility.

Have you finished your prayers?

Let’s go back to the manor.”

Christina: “I’ve finished…

but wouldn’t it look bad if you just came and left?

Won’t you say a prayer?

At least go through the motions?”

Anning raised an eyebrow: “Alright, I’ll go pray…”

At that moment, Anning saw the door of the confession booth open, and a person dressed as a noble walked out.

So he said, “I’ll go to the confession booth then.”

It wasn’t that Anning had done something guilty and needed to confess; he was mainly curious about the confession booth, having seen a fair amount of themed comics in the future, with all those wonderful nuns.

Anning bid farewell to Christina and entered the confession booth.

It was a very small compartment, with a wooden grille in front of it.

Behind the mesh of the grille, one could vaguely make out the priest’s robe and the cross on it.

The aged voice of the priest came through from the other side of the grille: “My child, God will listen to your confession.”

Upon hearing a man’s voice, Anning became half as interested.

Without big-breasted nun sisters, I couldn’t be less interested.

So Anning said, “I have a question.

Can God create a stone that He cannot lift?”

The priest on the other side: ???

…

Ten minutes later, the priest fled from the booth in a sweaty panic.

Anning left the confession booth feeling quite satisfied.

Christina: “What on earth did you say to the priest?”

Anning: “Ah, I asked him whether God could create a stone that He Himself couldn’t lift.”

Christina looked puzzled: “That question…

what about it?

Of course, God could create it, He is omnipotent after all.”

Clearly, Christina hadn’t caught on.

At this moment, Napoleon burst into laughter: “Hahaha, so that’s it, Andy, you’re a genius!

What a paradox, brilliant!”

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