King's Landing in France

Chapter 20 Heroes of the Commoners

An Ning was taken by Mirabeau to see what he called a very good doctor.

To be honest, An Ning has some fear of doctors in this era. After all, Pasteur was not born at this time, and human beings did not yet have microbiology, so medicine is a purely empirical medicine.

At this time, Western medicine is simply synonymous with anti-intellectualism. If you are indecisive, do bloodletting first. When you do bloodletting, the wound is infected, which will lead to festering of the bleeding hole. If you have a fever, the doctor will tell you that the bloodletting is effective.

Yes, doctors in this era are so "well-trained".

So whether you can live well after getting sick in this era depends on whether your life is hard enough, so thinking about people in this era who can live to a hundred years old is quite awesome.

However, the doctor recommended by Mirabeau is quite powerful. He actually washed An Ning's wound with wine. Washing the wound, my teacher said that this way the wound will not suppurate, it is wrong, he said that suppurating means that the body is changing for the better, but I always feel wrong. I don’t like wound suppurating.”

An Ning: "You are right, you are absolutely the best doctor I have ever seen."

——Good guy, what is festering means that the body is changing in a good direction, and it is better to deal with the injury yourself in the future.

The doctor added: "However, your wound is actually nothing if you don't treat it. It's very shallow, but the skin is broken. I don't even know how you bleed so much."

It's no wonder that the doctor was surprised. After all, An Ning was the chosen one who could "breathe and return blood". When he came to the clinic, the wound had already healed a lot.

An Ning: "Maybe it's not my blood. I stabbed my opponent in the heart during the duel just now, and he sprayed a lot of blood."

In fact, Reginald was not so exaggerated in spurting blood, but at this time An Ning could only explain the large bloodstain on his body in this way.

Mirabeau: "Now that the bandaging is finished, let's go back to the Royal Palace. The news must have spread to every tavern in the Royal Palace. It is estimated that many people are waiting for your triumphant return."

An Ning nodded: "I also want to go home as soon as possible and change this blood-stained shirt."

Anin then bid farewell to the doctor, and returned to the Palais Royal through Paris in Mirabeau's carriage.

As soon as she arrived at the public square of the Royal Palace, An Ning heard a newsboy shouting outside the car window: "The duke's benefactor is actually the heir of a hidden nobleman, and he defeated the dueling king of Paris with his family's swordsmanship!"

An Ning frowned, thinking that the Paris Duel King probably refers to Reginald, who has won three duels and is quite famous in the Parisian social circle.

It's the title of "Duel King", which sounds like a card player who can summon blue-eyed white dragons.

Mirabola opened the window and handed out a copper coin of a sou: "Come, give me an extra."

"Hold it!" The newsboy immediately stuffed a newspaper into Mirabeau's hands.

While flipping through the newspaper, Mirabeau muttered: "Damn it, I saw that it was written by that guy Valor. You won the nobleman, but this guy molded you into a hidden nobleman. These diehards just don't admit it. Commoners can beat nobles!"

An Ning: "What would you say if you came to write it?"

"Me? I don't write these unless you are a woman." Mirabeau paused and added, "Or your opponent is a woman."

An Ning couldn't help laughing. He really didn't expect that the guy who entered the French Pantheon was actually a yellow text writer who was drinking and playing with women.

At this time the carriage stopped, and the driver knocked on the front window of the carriage: "We are here, gentlemen."

While Mirabeau was paying the driver, An Ning opened the door and got off the car.

When he opened the door, he saw Mably speaking not far away: "Gentlemen, just today, the son of a cobbler defeated the son of the marquis who was known to be proficient in swordsmanship in a duel. What does this mean? Poor nobility!

"And I, as a witness to the duel, saw with my own eyes the enraged aristocrat's fellows try to shoot a cobbler's son, and he made a fool of himself, and the bullet slipped out of the barrel!

"This shows one thing, a trash won't be a trash just because he is a nobleman!
"What the nobles can do, the commoners can do! The nobles can win three duels in a row, and so can the commoners!"

An Ning was happy to hear this, but she couldn't be calm when she heard this. Damn it, I almost got my throat blocked by a sword this time. I don't want to be the king of dueling in Paris.

Mirabeau also got out of the car at this time, and he patted An Ning on the shoulder: "Mable continues to preach, and all the idiot sons of nobles in the city will come to you for a duel."

At this time, Ma Buli saw An Ning, and immediately raised his hand to point in the direction of An Ning: "Everyone, look, the man who smashed the pride of the nobility is coming! Cheer! Cheer for our civilian heroes! He is not only fighting back against him The contempt of the nobles, and the arrogance of the nobles towards the common people!"

Everyone turned to An Ning, and several men in trousers who smelled of alcohol rushed up, lifted An Ning up, and threw them high into the sky, shouting as they threw them, "Long live the commoner heroes!"

An Ning was thrown into the air, thinking that fortunately the bread she ate at noon was relatively dry, and if there was something runny, she would have to spit it out.

The civilians in the square gathered around, and someone loudly asked An Ning, who was thrown into the sky: "You are not really a nobleman, are you?"

An Ning: "No, I'm a cobbler...don't throw me away! I'm the cobbler's son!"

"Then where did you learn the sword?"

"I don't know how to use swordsmanship! I just fight like crazy!" An Ning replied truthfully.

In the end, because he was in the sky, his words were vague, and everyone couldn't hear them clearly. Some people were not happy: "Don't throw him away, let him talk!"

The trousers who threw An Ning probably didn't drink less, but they just didn't like it, and continued to throw "civilian heroes" into the sky again and again.

Then the drunks lost their hands and threw An Ning to the ground, and he landed on both feet.

An Ning stood up rubbing her buttocks, and said to the onlookers: "I don't know how to fight swordsmanship, and what the mistress said is a lie! Eight generations of my ancestors have been civilians in long trousers!"

After the voice fell, the people around cheered: "Long live the common people!"

It seems that today is destined to be a day for the civilians gathered in the Royal Palace to feel proud.

No one knew that in another nine years they would still be proud of themselves.

An Ning emphasized her status as a commoner mainly because she didn't want to be treated as a nobleman nine years before the Great Revolution.

After the Great Revolution came, the big nobles could still stand on the fence as liberal nobles to save their lives, but the small nobles were proper street lamp pendants.

However, this account has already been printed out, so it won't cause trouble for me in the era of the Great Revolution, right?

In the future, no one will point to my face with this account and call me a nobleman, right?
An Ning was a little uneasy, but at this moment the people around him started booing, asking him to talk about how to win the duel.

The crowd forcibly pushed An Ning onto the flower bed by the side of the road and asked him to tell everyone.

An Ning spread her hands: "To be honest, I don't know how to win. When they insulted me before, they said that I was able to defeat the robber and save the lady of the duke's family because the robber slipped and hit my knife on his neck. .

"I guess I can win the duel, but it was the Lord Count Reginald who slipped and fell, and his heart hit the tip of my sword!"

The crowd burst into laughter.

An Ning continued: "After I won, the Earl's lackey actually pulled out a gun to hit me, but as soon as he raised the gun, the bullet slipped out of the muzzle and rolled to my feet!
"That's it! I'm just lucky, otherwise a cobbler's son would never be able to defeat an earl!"

The crowd booed in unison.

At this time, someone shouted: "They say that firearms, like bows and crossbows, are civilian weapons! It must be because of this that you won!"

"Yes, it must be so! Long live the guns!"

An Ning shouted Long Live with everyone.

Maybe it was true, guns smoothed out the final rigid gap between nobles and commoners, guns shattered armor and replaced swords, and from now on, military nobles who practiced martial arts could no longer be unparalleled among commoners.

The crowd quarreled for a while, and then gradually dispersed.

Then An Ning found Fanny and the Duke's butler standing not far behind her.

Butler: "Mr. Frost, Your Excellency the Duke invites you to have dinner together."

At this time, a line of reminders suddenly popped up in An Ning's field of vision.

[Duke Tollestern seems to appreciate you even more. 】

(End of this chapter)