King's Landing in France

Chapter 37 My Corsican Neighbor

That night, An Ning and his party—no, Miss Christina and her party should have stayed at the hotel next to the station for one night.

After about two hours of driving the next day, the coachman knocked on the window and announced, "Brianna is coming soon."

Christina immediately leaned on the car window and looked out.

An Ning looked over Christina's shoulder and looked out the car window...

He only saw quaint old streets and few pedestrians.

Christian muttered, "There are so few pedestrians."

Fanny: "Miss, although this city is the location of the military academy, its population, including the military academy students and teachers, is less than [-]."

Christina asked suspiciously, "How many people are there in Paris?"

An Ning: "About a million."

Christina was stunned: "A lot! So this city is only 25/[-]th of Paris?"

Fanny: "Probably not. After all, many of the residents here are students of the Brienne Military Academy, and there are even fewer locals."

As soon as the words were finished, An Ning saw a group of military students passing by the car window.

This group of students is not tall, and they all look like Boy Scouts.

He couldn't help complaining: "How old are the students in this military academy?"

"There are ten to 20 years old." Fanny replied, "The ones just now should be those who returned to the dormitory after class."

An Ning: "Are there no walls in the military academy?"

"No, actually not every student will live in a dormitory, you live in a house rented by the Duke, and His Excellency has paid the rent for five years in one lump sum.

"In addition to attending classes, students also have to participate in various social activities in the rest of the time. The main customers of the cafes and tennis halls in this city are the students of the Brienne Military Academy."

An Ning said "Oh". He originally thought that the management of the military academy would be very strict, but he didn't expect it to be so loose.

During the conversation, the groom tapped on the car window: "Mr. Frost, you've arrived at your place of residence."

An Ning: "Where do I live? How far is Miss Christina's residence?"

Fanny: "The duke bought a manor for the lady, and it's still some distance away. We have to get off here."

Well, the Duke said that he wanted to help take care of Christina. He thought he would live with Christina, but it turned out that he lived in a private house and the lady lived in the manor.

Fanny got out of the car with the salute first, and An Ning could only get up. At this time, Christina grabbed An Ning's hand: "I hold dances and salons every week, so I come here often."

An Ning nodded: "I will."

Only then did Christina reluctantly let go of her hand.

An Ning got out of the car and looked up at the house in front of her.

In fact, compared with the residence at the Royal Palace, this house looks a little newer, and it should have been built recently.

Fanny was downstairs knocking on the door of the house with a suitcase in hand.

A middle-aged woman opened the door, glanced at Fanny, and then at An Ning behind her: "Come in, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

An Ning: "What's the name of the landlady?"

"Master, you can call me Mrs. Anton..."

An Ning quickly said, "I'm not a master, I'm just the son of a cobbler."

Mrs. Anton turned her head and looked at An Ning one more time: "Hey, then you must be rich. You can take care of such a beautiful maid and pay five years' rent in one lump sum."

An Ning: "The maid was sent to me by His Excellency the Duke of Orleans, and the house was also rented by His Excellency the Duke."

"Then you must be the Duke's great benefactor. Where are you from?"

"Caen people." An Ning answered the name of her hometown in this time and space.

Mrs. Anton was stunned: "I'm from Normandy, no wonder the way I speak is British."

An Ning: "The Norman Conquest took place 700 years ago, and the King of England across the sea is no longer a Norman, but a German from Hanover."

Mrs. Anton looked at An Ning suspiciously: "As the son of a cobbler, you really know a lot."

An Ning logically pulled out the shield she had used many times in front of Christina: "I learned it in Sunday school. Our priests like history and often tell us these historical allusions."

Mrs. Anton nodded, and didn't mean to be serious in this regard: "Come upstairs with me, you live on the second floor, I will cook your breakfast and dinner every day, your maid wants to make afternoon tea or something, you can Come downstairs and use the kitchen."

Fanny: "My master is the son of a cobbler, and he doesn't seem to have the habit of having afternoon tea."

An Ning: "Is it my illusion? Why does it feel like you are always beating around the bush and saying that I am the son of a cobbler?"

"It's your illusion." Fanny paused, "If you pay for the materials yourself, I'd be more than happy to prepare afternoon tea for you."

An Ning thought about her current savings, shook her head and said, "Forget it...wait, you don't even have coffee in the afternoon?"

"Coffee is expensive now."

Because France is now fighting the Seven Years War, decades late, and its links with overseas colonies have been severely disrupted by the Royal Navy. At this moment, coffee and sugar are very expensive.

An Ning pouted, he didn't have to drink coffee.

His habit of drinking coffee was forced out by 996 before time travel, such a high-intensity work, it is really unbearable not to drink coffee.

Mrs. Anton: "You can take care of what you want to drink. Since you have a maid, I won't be in charge. Usually, you remember that when the church bell rings in the morning, you go out to school. You don't have to go too fast and you won't be late. .”

An Ning: "You know this so well, is the previous tenant also a military cadet?"

"Of course, all the renters in our city are young masters who come to study in the military academy. A cobbler's son like you is rare. Mrs. Luna from the next street rented the house to a poor ghost from Corsica. His Majesty the King sponsored him."

An Ning was shocked.

Corsica?
At this time, there should be only one person from Corsica!

Good guy, you actually live on the same block as me, so you have to find a chance to pay a visit.

However, running over rashly like this seemed too abrupt, and he should find a way to strike up a conversation at school.

An Ning: "Where does this Mrs. Luna live? I'm a little curious about the Corsicans and want to learn Italian from them."

Mrs. Anton: "Go out and go left all the way to the intersection, then turn left and walk a few steps. It's a two-story house with a conspicuous red roof."

An Ning let out an "oh" and asked again, "Then how do I get to the military academy from here?"

If you drop by, you should be able to find a way to run into the future French emperor on the way to class.

Fanny: "I know how to get there. I'll take you there after I settle down."

——Did you even know that it was your first time in Brienne too?It is indeed a perfect and chic maid sauce!
An Ning nodded: "Then please."

(End of this chapter)