Descending On France 1780
Chapter 75 - 75 069 History is a whirlpool that draws the duckweeds towards its center

75: 069 History is a whirlpool that draws the duckweeds towards its center.

75: 069 History is a whirlpool that draws the duckweeds towards its center.

Necker got dismissed, and the news first reached the National Assembly meeting at the Imperial Conference Hall in the Versailles Palace.

Mirabeau, upon hearing the news, said first, “Good heavens, that fool actually went ahead and did it.”

Sais exclaimed, “The official announcement may take a few days; our biggest concern now is that the person who could relay our messages to His Majesty is gone.”

Anning thought to himself, it’s okay, in a few days, King His Majesty himself will come to talk to us.

Now, Louis XVI probably feels smug seeing the National Assembly struggle with his Swiss mercenaries.

In a few days, he will obediently realize his weakness and return to the path of communication with Parliament.

Anning did not voice these thoughts, feeling that his prestige in the National Assembly was already a bit too high.

It’s not beneficial for sitting on the fence.

Thus, this time he did not play the role of the Prophet, and instead appeared as anxious as everyone else.

Just then, Dan Dong came over and asked him, “What do you think about the current situation?”

Anning answered very seriously, “It’s terrible, and there’s no way to break the deadlock.

Without Necker, we can’t even guarantee the King will read our letters.

We are completely stalemated.”

Actually, Anning knew how this situation would eventually be resolved, and holding back from giving spoilers was truly difficult.

If he “spoiled” now, he might get hailed as a prophetic grand strategist.

But he didn’t want to become so famous; being too famous is not good for maneuvering: if I’m leading the pack, how can I sit on the fence, I can’t, you know, not at that level…

Anning’s strategy was to get involved in the events, but only slightly.

Considering that he had already inexplicably replaced others and shown off twice, he absolutely refused to be present at the upcoming scene at the Bastille.

Originally, he even thought about simply marking his presence, but with the experiences of replacing others unexpectedly, he had to give up his persistence as a history enthusiast.

If he really went to mark his presence, he might inexplicably become the hero who stormed the Bastille.

Later, if anyone were to deal with the National Assembly, Andy Frost would be the first he hit.

This can’t happen.

The era of the French Revolution was a crazy era, and those who made themselves conspicuous early or mid-phase were later sent to the guillotine.

Only by sitting on the fence was it safe.

In short, Anning had decided that on July 14, he would glue himself to the Imperial Conference Hall and nobody could make him budge.

Nobody!

Days passed, and by July 10, the whole of Paris was restless; Parisians kept making trouble, exacerbating the situation with various incidents.

Further fueled by rampant rumors, the people of Paris were in panic.

At this time, all over France, uprisings occurred as people finally consumed the last of their bread, while other cities occasionally sent news of suddenly decorating street lamps.

These reports further exacerbated the restlessness among the people of Paris.

Finally, July 14 came.

The day before, stationed police and the Guards within Paris refused orders to shoot at the crowd.

Months before, they had crushed the Reveillon uprising with thunderous force.

This was probably because the National Assembly held over this month had already changed everyone in Paris’s awareness; enlightening ideas and human rights penetrated the heart of every hawker.

The entire Paris, like a pot on a stove, had oil temperatures exceptionally high, crackling within the pan.

On the morning of July 14, Anning decided to set out early to avoid getting blocked in the district of Paris by those intent on causing trouble.

He had just left his room when he saw a huge crowd gathered at the Royal Palace Square nearby.

—Hmm?

—Wait a second, wasn’t the mob that stormed the Bastille initiated from the Royal Palace?

Good gracious!

Anning had simply traveled through too much time and had forgotten many historical details.

Had he remembered this, he would have sought refuge at Dan Dong or Robespierre’s place last night.

But now it’s still not too late to make a run for it, quietly slip into a carriage, and then take off!

Anning made up his mind and began to look for a carriage—it should have been Vanni’s job to do this, but given the recent situation, Anning felt it was too dangerous for a girl like Vanni to go out, so he had her stay at home.

Now he had to find a carriage himself.

Around the Royal Palace, there were usually many rental carriages waiting for business.

Ever since the Duke of Orleans opened the palace to the public, it had become the favorite spot for the small Bourgeois, where many attended salons and drank coffee.

These people would rent the carriages.

But today, those carriages that usually waited for business near the Royal Palace had all vanished without a trace.

It makes sense, considering how chaotic Paris is now, it’s too dangerous to come out for business.

Understandable.

As Anning anxiously searched for a rental carriage on the street, people gathered at the Royal Palace Square were whispering to each other, discussing the situation with worried expressions.

Anning overheard someone complaining: “The King doesn’t care about our lives anymore!

He is no longer the King of the French people!”

“Didn’t you hear what the representatives said?

Sovereignty does not belong to the King, it belongs to us!”

Anning couldn’t help but take another look at the person who spoke these words, realizing that he was a man in trousers, not the typical Bourgeois who would discuss politics in the cafes near the Royal Palace.

The man in trousers exclaimed passionately: “I never thought this way before, the King is the King, a noble and exalted being.

But now, what’s the difference between him and us?

He’s just a Locksmith, a craftsman, and he’s even impotent!”

Anning sneered, it seemed that the small newspapers tirelessly maligning the King, supported by the Duke of Orleans, had finally borne significant fruit.

Although the Duke of Orleans’ intention was to overthrow Louis XVI’s reign and become King himself—as he indeed had a claim to the French throne—objectively, his propaganda weakened the monarchy.

At this moment, Anning finally spotted a rental carriage coming down the road.

The coachman, seeing the crowds gathered at the Royal Palace, wore a worried expression, urged his horses to turn around, as it seemed he intended to stay away from this place of trouble.

Anning ran towards the carriage while waving his hands, not daring to shout loudly, fearful of drawing everyone’s attention to himself.

It was unclear if the coachman saw him, but he quickly turned the carriage around, looking as if he was about to take off in the next moment!

But just then, the coachman pulled on the reins.

It seemed, between avoiding danger and doing business, he chose the latter.

The coachman turned to look at Anning, gesturing frantically for him to hurry.

Anning ran quickly.

At that moment, a young man suddenly jumped onto a table at an open-air café.

“My fellow citizens!” the young man shouted, “Removing Necker is an insult to the nationals!

It’s a prelude to another St.

Bartholomew’s Night!”

St.

Bartholomew’s Night was a bloody event during the religious reformation when Catholics massacred the followers of the New Religion.

The reputation of French Catholic loyalists started from that time.

The young man drew a pistol from his waist, pointing it at the sky: “But we will not sit passively like the followers of the New Religion!

Citizens!

Put on the green cap badge symbolizing hope and arm yourselves!”

Anning couldn’t help but look back, being a history enthusiast, when a significant historical event was happening around him, he just couldn’t help it…

That look back spelled trouble.

Because he recognized the speaker now, it was De Mulan, a journalist and an acquaintance he knew from the Brittany Club!

De Mulan also saw Anning, and immediately pointed at him saying: “Look!

Everyone!

There is a member of the National Assembly right here with us!”

—Oh no!

I was just about to run off!

Why oh why!

I shouldn’t have looked back!

De Mulan continued loudly: “This is Andy Frost!

He is the hero who shouted at the King that no one can make us leave unless it’s at bayonet point!”

Anning stopped running and just stood there, looking at the sky.

It’s all over.

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