King's Landing in France

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Shouldn't maids be omnipotent spies?When necessary, you can take out the DShka machine gun from the skirt and shoot in a standing position.

The more extreme maids can throw throwing knives, stop time, and throw steamrollers.

Fanny looked at An Ning with the eyes of a fool, and finally made him dispel his unreasonable expectations of his maid.

At this time, Fanny sighed: "It's very difficult for me to deal with the eyeliner that all the powerful people try to insert into the Royal Palace. Don't add more burden to me!"

This time it was An Ning's turn to be greatly shocked.

What the hell—you really are a maid!

An Ning lowered her voice and continued, "Then if one day I ask you to serve a glass of poisonous wine to a certain gentleman, what can you do?"

Fanny stared at An Ning for a few seconds before she spoke, "Once some boundaries are crossed, they can never come back. Are you sure you want to change from a hero to a tyrant?"

An Ning originally wanted to say, "Whoever rules is not innocent", but he hesitated.

At least at this point in time, he still wants to continue to be a righteous hero who is great and upright from the inside out.

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Although An Ning was very worried about Christina's plotting ability, the result came soon.

A few days later, Christina found peace: "Dandon seems to be a little bit critical of the current Robespierre."

An Ning looked at his fiancée: "How do you know?"

"His mistress said it." Christina shrugged, "Dandon complained to his mistress more than once, saying 'Maximilian did too extreme' and 'there should be a more appropriate way'."

An Ning couldn't help but support her forehead.

Is that true?

Although it's just complaining in the time of the mistress's bed, but the embankment of a thousand miles is destroyed by an ant's nest.

In the original history, after witnessing unrestricted violence, Danton gradually changed from the original radical to the tolerant.

Now the process has started.

An Ning stroked her chin, thinking about countermeasures.

Perhaps it is possible to let Danton leave Paris and go to the more stable south-after all, the royalists in the south have been bombarded by Napoleon with grape bullets, so they are relatively honest.

Give Dandong a job in the south, such as making local regulations or something.

But...will Danton leave?

Leaving aside Danton in history, Judging from An Ning’s feelings of being friends with Danton for so many years, this guy will not leave Paris easily. He also has ambitions and aspirations, which can only be realized on the stage of Paris.

Maybe it's time to take the initiative and talk to Danton.

While An Ning was thinking about this, Christina continued, "I actually admire you quite a bit, and you hit the mark again."

An Ning could only show a wry smile.

Christina: "But what are you going to do, go directly to Dandong for a showdown? Let him get rid of this idea? That will only be counterproductive. I think it's better to hang out with him more, play bridge, and let him vent his dissatisfaction come out."

An Ning nodded: "Okay."

But Christina said: "But if you do this, it will definitely trigger a chain reaction. Paris will think that you support Danton, and the balance of power in the parliament will immediately change. Now in Paris, whoever you are close to will expand their power."

An Ning couldn't help but support her forehead.

Yes, there is still this problem.

But things still have to be done, and the opportunity for the two to break up must be pressed to death at the flame stage.

An Ning: "I need an itinerary that allows Dandong and I to have enough time to chat."

Christina: "Dandon will attend the ball at Malmaison Castle tonight, are you going?"

An Ning frowned, why this place?

"Does he... Danton often go to Malmaison Castle?" An Ning asked.

Christina: "Yes, often, because his mistress and his wife are very close to Madame Beauharnay."

An Ning cursed secretly: Damn.

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At this time Josephine Beauharnet was writing to Paul Barras.

"My dear Barras, I have some news for you which will surely interest you.

"First of all, I have a new good friend. He is Brigadier General Napoleon Bonaparte, a close confidant of General Frost. I often chat with him in the salon.

"Secondly, there is Danton, the Danton you call the square-headed lion. He seems to have some objections to Robespierre's approach. Many gentlemen in Paris have already felt this tendency, so they all secretly oppose Robespierre. Pierre's people quietly contacted him.

"But now he and Robespierre are close comrades in arms, advancing and retreating in Parliament.

"In time, the situation in Paris may change a lot because of this.

"There is another news that you will be interested in. General Frost has recently participated in social activities in Paris frequently, and his fiancée is also frequently inquiring about information.

"This lovely fiancee is still a novice in inquiring about information. She seems too inclined. I have reason to believe that General Frost is wary of you. He is likely to collect information about your money-making.

"You take care of yourself, now that General Frost reports anyone, he can be sent to the guillotine directly.

"My suggestion is that you'd better come to Paris yourself and show your loyalty to General Frost.

"Love you, Josephine Beauharnay and Malmaison."

After Josephine finished writing the letter, she carefully put it into a thick envelope, then picked up a candle and dripped a few drops of wax on the opening of the envelope, and then pressed a clear mark on it with the decorated side of her ring.

It's the era's means of keeping letters unopened.

The decoration on the ring is specially cast. Once there is a problem with the pattern on the sealing wax, you can know that the letter has been opened.

Then Josephine looked up at the cavalry lieutenant Charles who was sitting quietly on the sofa in the study.

"Please give this letter to Paul Barras. Make sure that the contents of the letter are not known to anyone other than Barras."

Charles took the letter: "Leave it to me, even I won't know the contents of the letter!"

After he finished speaking, he turned around and was about to leave, but Josephine grabbed him, leaned close to his cheek, and kissed him lightly.

The young cavalry lieutenant felt as if he had been injected with chicken blood, and his whole body became excited: "This... I'm leaving!"

After speaking, he turned around and went out excitedly.

Josephine turned to the second-story window and waited for the lieutenant to appear at the door. She didn't wait long.

As soon as the lieutenant walked out of the gate of the castle, he looked back at the window where Josephine was. After the two met their eyes, Josephine smiled and waved to him.

Yes, this is the strength of Josephine Beauharney. She knows how to play young men around and work hard for herself.

Josephine had no doubt that the letter would reach Paul Ballas this evening.

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Lieutenant Charles of the Cavalry rushed all the way to the inn, and before dismounting, he yelled at the owner of the inn: "Change horses!"

As soon as the owner of the inn heard the sound, he knew that it was a regular visitor, so he personally led the saddled horse out.

At this moment, there was the sound of horseshoes on the road.

As soon as Charles heard it, he knew that a group of cavalry was running towards the post.

He turned his head and saw a small group of cavalry raising dust and running towards this side at a sprint speed.

This is not common, and it doesn't take long for a horse to tire at such a speed.

What is even less common is that each of these cavalrymen also brought a transfer horse, which was obviously to ensure that they could gallop all the way, and let the horses rest by transferring.

Charles shouted curiously: "Where are you going? Is there any urgent task?"

The leading cavalry officer braked his horse in front of Charles, and then raised his storm lamp to observe Charles' face.

"Very well, Lieutenant of Cavalry," said the officer. "Are you Lieutenant of Cavalry, Charles?"

"I am?" Charles hadn't reacted yet, "What's wrong?"

"I am Noah Chanmura, an officer of the Guard directly under General Frost. We are sure that you have a secret letter from the counter-revolution!"

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Charles was immediately bound and put on the spare horse of one of the cavalry.

These spare horses are for the horses to have a chance to rest during the gallop.

Now this cavalry team has caught the target, so there is no need to gallop anymore, they can let the horse trot, and the physical energy consumption of the horse is minimal.

Because of this, the spare horse that has been running along is even a little bit of a joke.

But Charles' mood hit rock bottom.

At this time, as if echoing his mood, the pouring rain fell, and a flash of lightning flashed across the sky.

Murat's cavalry continued to advance in the heavy rain, and the light of the portable storm lamp could only shine near the horses, and beyond that was boundless darkness.

Charles had the illusion that something terrible was lurking in the rain, and he swore he had seen it more than once, and tremblingly he said to Murat, "Something is after us!"

Murat: "Nothing is chasing, it's just the lightning in the sky that illuminates the trees on the ground, it's just the shadows, understand?"

Charles: "There's definitely something following us!"

Seeing that Charles was so neurotic, Murat smiled even more happily: "Is it true that everyone who was hit by General Frost's pain points has this problem? The Austrians insisted that the general summoned the Roman legion on the battlefield. In response to a loyalty that never ends, the warriors roared and crushed the Austrian army.

"They describe it so vividly that if I hadn't been there, I might have believed it. You can tell anyone about your neurotic content later. The general doesn't care about these rumors."

While listening to Murat's words, Charles turned his head and looked behind.

Charles: "Don't you think the darkness behind is like a group of monsters that keep chasing us?"

Murat looked back hesitantly, and nodded after looking at it for a few seconds: "It's a bit similar. I can't tell that you are quite talented, but this kind of metaphor is not uncommon in the poems of bards."

Unlike Murat, Charles is now tense to death, and everything looks like a giant beast that is dormant and wants to devour him.

Finally, the rain thinned a little, so the lights of the Palace of Versailles loomed ahead.

It looks like an isolated island of light that suddenly appeared in the dark sea, and it seems to be especially suitable for any Cthulhu story.

This is especially true when there is a woman with a wind and rain lamp standing in front of the main entrance of the palace.

Murat said to the person who was waiting at the gate of the palace - it looked like a maid - "I have captured the man, please go and inform Mrs. Christina and General Frost."

The maid said: "If I'm not mistaken, the heavy footsteps should be Miss Christina who is running very fast. She should have seen you coming from the terrace."

As soon as the words were spoken, the gate of the palace was inspected and opened, and Andy Frost's fiancée, the former king's sister, Christina Tollestel, appeared, followed by the man who made the whole of Paris want to kneel and lick his boots .

Miss Christina looked very happy: "Look! I said I can catch it, he definitely has what we need!"

Mr. Frost looked noncommittal, he stared at Murat and confirmed: "He didn't eat the letter, did he?"

Murat took out the envelope with sealing wax from his arms: "No, sir. Because you warned that a dedicated spy might do this, I have been very careful. He was searched three times. I am sure he has Only this one looks like a secret letter."

An Ning reached out to take it, but was snatched by Christina.

"Well, the pattern on the sealing wax is Mrs. Beauharnay's ring medallion. She always carries it with her and wears it on her hand. It is difficult to steal and copy."

General Frost: "That's great, let's see what they're up to..."

Christina held the letter up, even on tiptoe.

Naturally, Frost couldn't miss the letter, but he didn't snatch it forcibly, but looked at his fiancée and said, "Well, is there any special ceremony to see the letter?"

Christina smiled and said, "You should ask me why I know that Mrs. Beauharnay's letter is extraordinary."

General Frost shrugged, and then asked: "Why do you think there is something wrong with this letter?"

Christina switched the letter to her left hand, and stretched out three fingers on her right hand: "After investigation, I found that the people who corresponded with Mr. Ballas generally fall into three categories.

"The first type is sent out occasionally, but you don't necessarily get a reply from Mr. Barras. This kind of letter seems to be that the gentlemen in Paris have something to ask for Barras, and write letters specifically to beg him. This kind of letter is generally They all go through the postal system, and occasionally they are handed over by acquaintances.

"Although the second type will send out from time to time, it will definitely receive a reply from Mr. Balas, and then the reply will trigger the action of replying. This kind of seemingly normal pen pal interaction on the surface should be Barras. Sri Lanka’s political allies or potential allies. This kind of letter also goes through the public postal system.”

"The third type is sent at a fixed time, and there is no reply from Mr. Ballas. And this kind of letter is sent to him by the rider and horse specially hired by Mr. Ballas.

"I presume that this is the regular report that Ballas arranged for him in Paris."

Christina stopped, and Frost asked cooperatively: "So? Which type does Josephine belong to?"

Christina: "Don't worry, there is no fixed time for Josephine's letter to Ballas, and there is no reply from Ballas, but she will definitely let the most trusted person deliver it."