The next morning, in the northern part of Ajaccio, in a nondescript two-storey tavern.

"Oh damn it, these hillbillies run hotels that are shitty."

Dr. Maria sat up from the bed in a room on the second floor with a painful face, and couldn't help but slam his aching back and shoulders, and cursed to himself.

As the personal physician of Lord Earl, he enjoyed the opulence and opulence of his time in London, and at least woke up every day in a soft cotton wool bed.

Not on the damp, moldy, creaking broken plank beneath me now.

Not to mention that he had to squeeze into a bed with another fat retinue, otherwise this tavern would not be able to accommodate all the retinues.

Maria muttered discontentedly, moving her still-sore body as she walked downstairs to the lobby.

The style of this two-storey tavern is common throughout Europe, with the first floor serving as a lobby for drinkers and the second floor as a room for accommodation.

When Dr. Maria arrived in the lobby, the only dozen or so tables were packed, and judging by their attire and language, they were all Englishmen who had followed the Reason.

According to the Earl's orders, they were all forced to stay in this tavern unless they were summoned by the Earl.

"Hey, Maria, so you're here too."

As soon as Maria descended the stairs, a monkey-cheeked attendant stood up and yelled at him, immediately attracting the attention of the other attendants.

Maria glanced at the attendant, ignored him, and sat down on her own.

He had always regarded himself as a superior person with a medical education, and he looked down on these mud-legged people from the bottom of his heart.

And these ordinary attendants knew this about Maria, and when they saw that the doctor who thought himself was huddled in the same dilapidated tavern as they did, they all took pleasure in him:

"Oh! Dr. Maria, I thought you were with the Count. ”

"Hey, I heard that even that bald clown is with the Earl, why are you here?"

"Hahahaha, Dr. Maria, why don't you shave your hair and dress up as a clown?"

For a moment, the whole tavern was filled with a cheerful air.

Maria looked at them with itchy teeth, and couldn't help muttering:

"Lord Earl has been in good health recently, so he didn't let me follow, you know."

"Well-being?"

The entourage of the sharp-beaked monkey at the beginning stepped on the table with one foot, exaggerated the tail note, and said loudly:

"I see, it was you who bleed the Earl last time and scared the old man."

Someone in the crowd immediately answered:

"That's it, you once sucked the blood of adults with leeches, and made them faint in bed for three days and three nights."

"Hahaha, and lit sheep dung for adults to suck, and other people's noses almost can't smell anything."

......

"You! You guys! You know, I went to graduate school! ”

Dr. Maria's face flushed with rage, and he pointed to the incoherent arguments of the heckling crowd.

But his argumentative voice was soon drowned out in a continuous burst of laughter.

Just as the crowd was laughing and making fun of Maria, the door to the tavern was suddenly pushed open when they heard a clang.

The laughter suddenly stopped, and the Englishmen looked at the door suspiciously, the tavern had been completely occupied by them, and there was a sign at the door that no entry was hung.

Who the hell broke in without a long eye.

I saw four smiling men standing at the door, all dressed in the clothes of waiters, and holding a large silver platter in their left hand, which was piled with wine bottles.

The first one, who was not fluent in English, said intermittently:

"Welcome, friends from afar, we, hospitable Corsicans, to share with you the wine, all for free."

The British people looked at each other, but they still understood what this man meant, especially the free wine, which made them even more excited.

And these waiters didn't talk nonsense, they just put the tray in their hands on the table and opened all those wine bottles at once.

"Oh! Or gin! I didn't expect to be able to drink this wine after leaving England. ”

A bold attendant stepped forward and picked up a bottle of wine, looked at the label, and saw that it was the same gin that was very popular in England, also known as gin.

"Have a drink, friends."

The waiter at the head said with a smile.

At this point, the Englishmen did not shirk it, whistling and cheering, and stepped forward to pick up the bottle and fill their glasses with the spirit.

Although they are the retinue of the Earl, most of the people who stay here are not people of status, so it is not easy to drink such a strong liquor on weekdays.

Even Dr. Maria, after a moment's hesitation, joined in pouring wine with a wooden cup.

In just a moment's effort, there was not a drop left of a dozen bottles of gin, and the British people were basically drunk with red faces, unsteady on their feet, and those with poor alcohol levels had fallen asleep on the table.

Doctor Maria, on the other hand, only grabbed half a glass of wine because of his hesitation, but he had to sit down in his seat and drink it sullenly.

The four waiters patiently watched as the Britons sorted out all the spirits, and then slowly put away the bottles.

One of them, sniffing the strong smell of wine in the tavern, said in English with a mocking look:

"What a bunch of hillbillies, like they've never drunk."

He didn't speak loudly, but it was a very insulting remark that many British people heard.

When Dr. Maria heard this, he couldn't help frowning at the mocking waiter, who always felt that something was wrong.

"Hey! What did you say?! Yokel? We're fucking from London! ”

One of the attendants, with the strength of the wine, slapped the table hard and made a loud snap, pointing at the waiter and shouting.

"London? Is this the name of the village? ”

The waiter twitched the corners of his mouth, stepped forward very arrogantly, and pointed to the Englishmen and said:

"A bunch of English mud legs, be honest!"

"What?!"

"What did you say?!"

"Do you want to fight?"

As soon as the words came out, the atmosphere in the tavern was immediately detonated, and the British people, who were already drunk, immediately couldn't bear this kind of words, and rolled up their sleeves one after another.

"What's the matter? You still want to hit me? There's a try! ”

Seeing a dozen or so Englishmen surrounding him, the waiter's arrogance became even stronger, and he shouted at them.

"Fuck!"

An Englishman could no longer bear this shouting, and directly stepped forward and knocked the waiter to the ground with a punch.

Seeing this, the rest of the people also shouted and followed, and pushed the other three waiters to the ground with them, and punched and kicked them recklessly.

Someone even grabbed empty wine bottles and chairs, and pushed through the crowd to smash them at several waiters on the ground.

There was chaos in the tavern in an instant, with endless shouts and shouts, and even some Englishmen were too drunk to punch their own people.

Dr. Maria, who was on the side, swallowed a little uneasily, and did not join in the fight, he had already noticed that something was wrong:

The waiter was obviously a Corsican, and why he would provoke them in English was almost as if it were deliberate.

Just as Dr. Maria noticed this, the door of the tavern was slammed open again.

He was followed by dozens of heavily armed patrolmen with muskets, led by a young man with a short knife, who whispered to the people in the tavern with a grim face:

"Friends of England, this is Lawrence Bonaparte, the defender of the Ajaccio order, and I command you to cease at once the criminal acts that are being carried out."