I'm the Dauphin in France

Chapter 955: Let the glory of Versailles dispel the long night of Europe

Elijah was not short of money, but of status and position.

If his family could produce an official, who would dare to laugh at him as a nouveau riche?

Well, son-in-law is family too, that’s right.

But just now General Massena said that Tewait could give up the opportunity to become an official, and he immediately couldn't hold back.

Massena looked at Elijah in confusion, then looked at old Tevyait: "Who is this gentleman?"

"General, this is Master Richter. He is..." The old tailor became conflicted halfway through his sentence. His son liked the daughter of the Richter family, but Master Richter might not like him, especially since he was disabled now.

Elijah also looked at the tailor nervously, fearing that he would say something that would keep him at a distance.

Sergeant Tevreit was a soldier after all, so he spoke directly. He immediately replied, "General, Mr. Richter's daughter and I are in love. I think he should come to visit me."

Elijah heaved a sigh of relief, secretly thanking himself for not saying "you are not allowed to come and go" before, and nodded hurriedly:
"Yes. I heard from Corinna that Mr. Tevye was injured, so I came to see him immediately."

Massena nodded and said, "Then Sergeant Tevite should choose to follow your advice."

They talked for a while about Tewait's schooling. Elijah saw that the atmosphere was good and it seemed like a rare opportunity.

He made up his mind, coughed lightly, and said to the old tailor: "Well, Mr. Tevyait, actually, in addition to visiting Henry today, I also want to talk to you about, ah, their engagement."

Sergeant Twait was stunned for a moment, then a look of joy appeared on his face.

The old tailor was so excited that he kept rubbing his hands together. Apart from nodding his head continuously, he couldn't utter a word.

General Massena smiled and nodded: "Oh, a hero and the girl who loves him deeply. What an enviable love story.

"Mr. Tevyait, with all due respect, you should take the initiative to discuss this matter with the girl."

Elijah waved his hands and said, "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. As long as they truly love each other, nothing else matters."

Massena glanced at the dull old tailor and asked Elijah, "What advice do you have about engagement?"

"Today is a good day." The latter pointed at Scherer, "I originally planned to let my brother-in-law be a witness. Oh, he is a nobleman whose family has been inherited for more than 400 years.

"Of course, now I hope to have the honor of asking the respected General Massena to witness this marriage."

Massena said cheerfully: "Of course, I'd love to."

Scherer felt that everything was so incredible. He watched the people from the Military Affairs Department inform the neighbors about the engagement and prepare for the engagement ceremony. He could only cross himself and whispered:

“May God bless this young couple in love.”

three days later.

The Scherers hurried back to Vienna with 4 francs worth of gold coins.

As the rail carriage passed by the Reims Amusement Park, Baron Scherer only glanced at the slowly rotating huge Ferris wheel and then lowered his head again.

He was struggling painfully all the way:
Why is it that Lucas and the tailor's son are both young soldiers, one is in prison waiting to bribe the judge to save him from execution, while the other can have the general personally preside over his engagement ceremony?
One will forever bear the blame and be reviled.

The other has a promising future.

Was Lucas wrong?
Scherer shook his head decisively.

No, he's right!
He just wants to help the people who can't pay taxes and the families of soldiers who can't receive pensions.

He is a hero in his own heart!
No worse than the tailor's son!
But why is all this happening?
Scherer was tearing his hair hard, but suddenly he heard a newsboy outside the car shouting, "Reims News, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince issued the French Hero Decree to strengthen the protection of disabled soldiers..."

Scheherer suddenly understood and nodded slowly. Yes, the difference is that France has a "son of God", while Austria is tortured by a stupid emperor.

He had always felt that what Austria needed was a parliament.

But if you think about it, France also has prosperity, justice and victory without a parliament.

If the French Dauphin had led Austria, Lucas would not have participated in the rebellion for taxes and pensions.

This is the answer!

Scherer's hands began to tremble.

He took out the manuscript he was writing from his briefcase and tore it into pieces without hesitation.

The first line of the manuscript read: "Discuss the significance of the Church, the Crown and Parliament."

He took out the manuscript paper and began to rewrite the manuscript - all the previous views were fallacies, so wrong that he wanted to laugh at himself.

But he only wrote a few lines before suddenly stopping, stunned for a few seconds, turning to a new page, and carefully writing the title: "Let the glory of the Palace of Versailles dispel the long night of Europe."

……

Southeast France.

Nice.

Tens of thousands of French soldiers were marching north along the broad road, accompanied by bagpipes and drums, singing "Glory and Victory".

They were part of the French Italian Front, and after the signing of the Franco-Austrian Armistice, they began to return home in batches.

In a "Jewel VI" carriage at the side and rear of the team, Desai looked at Napoleon sitting opposite him in surprise: "Are you saying that the Ottomans have assembled tens of thousands of troops in Bulgaria?"

"That's right." The latter nodded, "I have a friend who works in the General Staff Department who told me this, and the news is absolutely reliable."

"So, both the Ottomans and the Prussians are going to war against Austria?"

"Obviously, that's it."

Desai said excitedly: "This is a great opportunity. If we take this opportunity to attack the Klagenfurt Fortress, we can hold a military parade in Vienna in a month at most!"

Napoleon nodded, then shook his head: "Unfortunately, the General Staff does not intend to do so."

Desaix said anxiously: "We have to make a suggestion to General Berthier. Oh, God, the army should be turned back to Venice immediately."

"It's useless." Napoleon spread his hands. "It is said that this is an order directly issued by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

Desai was stunned: "Your Highness, why would he..."

Napoleon sighed, "Who knows? But His Highness is still too young. Even though he has extraordinary strategies, he still has some shortcomings, either in courage or decisiveness."

Desai leaned forward and said, "We will go to see His Highness after we return to Paris. I think we should be able to convince him."

"It's difficult." Napoleon leaned back in his chair. "In fact, I have already submitted a report to Your Highness. It was not adopted."

"Are we just going to watch our chance to capture Vienna disappear?"

Napoleon gave him a meaningful look, then lowered his voice and said, "Perhaps, we can think of some solutions ourselves."

(End of this chapter)